As a bird bust we insist to enlighten
See for me, most bore me,
Misplacing and chasing the
Afraid from the tracks that I laid
now your brain feels numb
how much more can I take?
Is it tight, is it phony?
Only if it's not my homie
Though we tend to make you like
it, hype it, spike it if you hate it
Weighted, top notch, on the block,
got you movin' in slow motion
Tryna run away from facts,
I'm not here to try to scare you,
nothing's further from the truth
All I'm here to do is make
So if you want it, it ain't on it,
you can flaunt it like no other
What we do is for the love,
don't judge a book by its covers
Let's crack it, don't be no punk
Givin' ya bumps like a goose jacket
Actin' scary, don't judge, just nod
It's all music, so fuck the facade
Break that fear, make that ear
Feel the force while we make that clear
and the underground's not a avenue
It's our alley, mad if it pounds
Actin' like a bunch of female bastards,
Though we mastered this sound
Shit face, plaster, sunken, drunken style
Quit hatin', you ain't heard
the funk in a while, bastard
Be afraid, be very afraid
I'll remain great while they bury my trade
We push the envelope like anthrax
Don't worry where my funk from
Just come aboard like Amtrak
Kick back and enjoy the ride
Now what's funky, we'll decide
Monkey killin' rodents like cyanide
I'll do your ride like suicide
Bumpin' this shit all through the night
Everything I ever wrote was witty
I got fools trying to quote,
man, I came from the city of dope
pity the one who can't run
When it's all pretty, clean like soap,
When we lay down these notes as a team,
No folklore, get on the boat here
You're not about to steer,
but you can cast a vote here
And learn a rope, you yearn for the hope
baby, the frontin's crazy
I'm wanting to maybe just redefine this
my freedom's not a crime, it's timeless
and debate on the fact it's not fiction
You bitchin' cause you laid
take that to the almighty
I got a raw spidey sense,
if you try me then you might
studies with my buddies on what's there
Let the funk burn like skunk,
ridin' like handlebars to mic
I like the herbs to write
Kinda like the fight to enlighten,
between the class of the ti tans
Tacky tights and trojans,
Can't clap on beat, no style on file
Looking foul in the back,
that swollen cranial waist
No taste, no bass, no grace,
no ace in the deck you face
Respect when the major funk's on deck
With a razor cut to the trunk
I got my stripes on tight,
cranking it left to the right
All night we do it like this,
so capture the rapture of this
You can't clap with a fist,
Don't be scared of the funk