Key: G# minor
Verse 1
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Yo, Rock, cue me in
We got that funk
Murray's back before,
you need to know
We got the funk for your ass, let's go
A lot of rappers holla tough stuff,
they don't live it
When you hear me emceeing,
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Keynote speaker, black folk freaker
This lecture is conducted
from the mic
and through the speaker
Now who gets weaker, not this done
Look, I'm never shook,
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I'm a rebel, I love rebel people
You're not equal, you damn creep, you
I wake up in the morning
with my game face on
By the way, whatever happened
Your brother
Ock lied to me during Ramadan
I'm takin' no prisoners, takin' no shots
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Still drink on e -cans, 40's and corns
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But creativity and origin,
And the twist of fate,
I'll twist your face, don't get caught
Yo, we got the ghetto funk,
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you need to know where the funk is at
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Funk that, poke that,
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Murray's back with that
get your heart to tag
He's back!
Yo, we got the ghetto funk,
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you need to know where the funk is at
get your heart to tag
You need to know,
we got one for your stained ass, come on!
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Now look what you done made me do
I did it again, and the joke's on you
I'm more than officially
reputable
Undisputable lyrical phraseologist
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You know how I do
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Not one of you or any
Can ever mess around
Boy, you know how I do
Dialectical linguist
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Descriptive mental photographer
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L -O -D -N -P -P -P gets it on
We're strong, we're going bodily hard
It's a king card
Stop, lock, and barrel
Empty, reload, whoa
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I'm not a R -B pop star, rockin' roller
I'm an underground rapper
with a chip on my shoulder
You mindless, spineless
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Jellyfish, I eat em' seeds
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Which is my fa vorite dish, I
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Sell a seven -seed
And eat fruit off the stress tree
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Spaz on me, Negro
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with a bad reputation
But ignore them, don't listen,
they listen, Murray hated
Yo, we ain't got the ghetto funk
You need to know where the funk is at
catch a heart attack
He's back
Yo, we ain't got the ghetto funk
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You need to know where the funk is at
a heart attack
You need to know
Listen to my Negroes,
Spaniards,
and Cocazoids
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With my hardwired tightrope trampoline
Stack, tear your ass up
Make service in a snap
I'm the local hero, global player
Make your grandmother get up
Grab you, go into a death row
Good God, my squad got
too much flavor
Rainbow style like a pack of Nahuelators
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My squad, stay true to the game
We the trillist, mother effers,
this son of the grave
Yo, we got the ghetto funk,
you need to know where the funk is at
catch a heart attack
He's back!
Yo, we got the ghetto funk,
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you need to know where the funk is at
Funk to make a person catch
a heart attack
You need to know
Yo, we got the ghetto funk,
you need to know where the funk is at
Funk to make a person catch
a heart attack
Thank you.
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