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Albums:

Funkmaster Flex Car Show Tour (Funkmaster Flex) · Funkmaster Flex Car Show Tour [Clean] (Funkmaster Flex) · Flex [Flex...Plus] (Lene Lovich) · Masters of Freestyle, Vol. 3: Freestyle for Lovers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Freestyle Parade/Freestyle Parade 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Go Flex (Post Malone) · Reggeton Sexxxy Da'Flex (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Flex (Ooh Ooh Ooh) (Rich Homie Quan) · Island in the Sun [Flex] (Harry Belafonte) · Three O'Clock Blues [Flex] (B.B. King) – and 90 other albums »


[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like you thought
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like you thought
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
ugly
Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert
Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk
Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot
K-Ci,
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
applying
Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners
Rocking ever since before Prince was called The Artist
Rocker before Funkmaster Flex was rocking
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
sayin'?
My nigga Choco
Jam Master Jay on the 1's and 2's
This is how we do
Red Alert, Marley Marl
Funkmaster Flex and uh, Mr. Cee
I can't forget, Sway
B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug, Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good
Uh...
nine-eleven for EMS 
Bitch niggaz keep crampin my style like PMS 
I Flex like Funkmaster lyrical styles cause disaster 
When I blast your ass like NASA
don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it
Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
You're stalkin' the mind of a punk that's next

I get retarded
of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like
who's next?
If your name was Funkmaster you still couldn't Flex
It's a Red Alert, ring the alarms and rock the bells
Grand like Puba, plus I Maxwell
[Funkmaster flex sample]

[Celph Titled]
Yo what the fuck are y'all thinkin'
Lettin Apathy get on the mic
That's like unleashing a fucking atomic
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski (wassup)
I'm blowin up like you thought
often rock and I'm a laureate
I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it
Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
You're stalkin' the mind
[B-Real]
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us
KRS-One, he's down with us
The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us
Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
throwin' it

Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
You're stalkin' the mind of a punk that's next
I get restarted now that I started you know
freestyle fanatics and you bad-ass writers
Your shit ain't real unless it's real in the cypha, uhh

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
On the corners, brothers bob their
punchlines and then comes the riddles
It's like gettin' high when I'm standin' in the middle
So freestyle fanatics and ya badass writers?
Ya shit ain't real