Lyrics:
and what's goin' wrong
Power, poor, rich, and weak
There is some science to what I speak
And if there wasn't, I could not face ya
'Cause this was brung by
have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
Music to clean your shit by
Low calorie logic
Muscle brain
Skinny brain
Count the calories of your thoughts
Funk, Confucius says
Like Chinese
chilled-out vibe
But the energy pumps
Synths electrify
Make you levitate high
Come along
Don't be shy
Groove's got power
Hour by hour
Let the funk rain
Make it
Nothing lasts for evergreen thumbscrew
The world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame
Get back, slap back, backtalk, halfback, back track,
caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still have the movement of the slow funk
In
caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still have the movement of the slow funk
In
caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still have the movement of the slow funk
In
caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still have the movement of the slow funk
In
caught in my leaves
Dead By apathy,
I gave up everything, little by little I lost all the languages
But no, I still have the movement of the slow funk
In
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
(Süleyman) The Magnificent
(Süleyman) No one more omnificent
Most every day ya catch me fuckin' around
Yet the Magnificent could never find out
Funk that funky
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
nigga we finna fly
We high high n***a we high
Looking down on Mt. Olympus as we float on by
We just floating on
We just floating on
I'm the captain
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
Joe Jackson by the wrist
I'm whipping extra
If you ever played me once
I'm taking extra
If you ever talking funk
My niggas extra
My amigo fuck with
got them funk country blues
Raisin that rising salt
Toilin at that soil erosion
Irradiated by the sun
Like those moruroa maralinga nuclear explosions
crown.
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down
And when you bumpin up my shit may da funk be wit 'cha
Fall into the groove of the waxin
Let my music take you high-e-i
Lay back kick it and enjoy
Yo rock, cue me in
We, got, that, funk
Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know)
We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)
[Keith Murray]
most asked by 85, where I'm from
Fakin' the funk you get did
Projects, tenements, pyramids
Where I'm from, we're livin' off the boom boom crack
It's
After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your
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