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the funk in grand Here comes my man My brother, grap lover, get wreck cousin, c’mon Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother Keep your
Soon to be in your museum When I'm in your colisseum I'm MCin' Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein' Did you see him? No, 'cause he move like
fade was a Caesar you try to diss I'ma get destuctive walk in with a bubble man I'm gonna bust it one by one wack dancers I'm callin' off yo Play see
anesthetic Now I know that it's stone cold funk,I can tell 'Cause it's written all over by the way you smell That funk the aroma,that smell,that scent You'll
check it out, y'all (uh, uh) Check it out, check it out (uh) Check it out y'all, check it out y'all Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Funk Flex, DMX (uh, uh) It's
get the money never stop) I learned that from my ogs (I learned that from my ogs) U could never fake the funk (U can never fake the funk) On my soul I'm
know _What's Going On_ without Marvin Gaye around, c'mon let's get down I spark your brain with all funk material And gettin wicked, and let Wilson
open for that exorcism strictly by the prime numbers To redesign your Small Wonder Pisces one Scorpio alert of destruct Constellation funk
when you so thin tight jean got that cameo on show thin g string make a nigga go in came all by yourself brought no friends well what you never tell for
in ya track Well Gunshot for the young yacht owner See there's everybody else then there's one top loner First place is often the worst place But
bout that I’m a dope emcee, so funk with me I stay on the mic like constantly The local studio is where you’ll likely find me Unloading verbal schematics
funk to you (Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs) Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado (Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn) Shh,
makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em And then I'ma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine Rock,
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit So turn
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
Live by the code, die by the code Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code Never been a hoe, bury me
and measure planets by parallax Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation I feel like Rockwell,
Do the vanity funk Do the vanity funk I wanna be free From vanity Cause I can see What's doing to me I wanna be free From vanity Cause i can see
I can see how you look at me, all the moves that cross your mind Face to face by an open flame, but the stars are misaligned Can't we wait till
We're doing a sequel We're back by popular demand C'mon on everybody, strike up the band We're doing a sequel That's what we do in Hollywood
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now And to the man in the hat standing
in ya track Well Gunshot for the young yacht owner See there's everybody else then there's one top loner First place is often the worst place But
Here comes a rhyme in your ear Craig Mack is here, so have no fear My rhymes push the hack to the rear I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer,
Jam it, jam, Teddy. Hey, ew, oh yeah. I can make you dance if you want me to. Let me see you cruisin' on the dance floor, baby. (Sound so good
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