F - Free Lyrics
Summer Girl
Free and Easy
She came to me
Like a summer Breeze
she came to me
like a summer breeze
summer girls
free and easy
yeah
alright
summer girls
free and easy
she came to me
like a summer breeze
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FREE BEER FOR THE PUNX
[x100]
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[Freeway]
Okay, I see where y'all goin
Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..
Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!
Uh! Yeah!
Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one
This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten
In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free
Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out
And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know
Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same
And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
But they don't so they sittin for a minute
That's the price of the game when you in it
Your freedom get strippin away
These niggas came through my hood with the nines
My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl
Fuck kiss, get orgies
One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf
But Freeway ain't all about the drama
I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons
And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin
That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
You can get shot in your face
Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan
To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man
I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
I can get ya chick on E
See through her dress, get the address
Give her the F, pass her to E
They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell
I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men
Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team
Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything
Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me
Gettin paid and changin the game is me
That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck
That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free
Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull
One verse can fuck up the game
Kick in a door, icier chain
Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free
Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D
And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
But the game's sold not told, it ain't free
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I had it tough when I was just a little kid
It didn't matter what I thought
It didn't matter what I did
I felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start
It did a number on my head but it could never touch my heart
'Cause I had just enough imagination
Just enough to keep the faith
That somehow I would think of what to do
When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
All the angels came around to help me through
Life blows fast changes, wind blows past pages
All I see is I don't need this
High strung tightrope walk, ticking time bomb clock
Scratch my name off, cut these chains
I'm free.. kicking out of that prision
I am free.. singing those words of wisdom
Let it be.. nobodys gonna put the blues inside of me
And in the stress to be the best I've done it all
I've slammed the doors, I've jammed the locks
I've laid the bricks, I've built the walls
Nobone could tell me back then why joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery locked up deep down inside of me
Took that rage and I, turned that page and I
Packed my tools, went back to school
And I passed my graduation, and I hold my PH.D
In crash test blues I paid those dues
<chours>
Time flies by in photographs and paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers, three taps takes me home
<chours>
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Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me, yeah!
Beautiful prisoner, left here for dead
Promises made and sentences read
Voices and visions are locked in my head
Like a safe full of sorrow.
All of the words that we dared never speak
All of our ghosts and the secrets we keep
Gather them all and we'll bury them deep
Like a safe full of sorrow.
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me, hey!
One for forever
One in the name
Once to remember
We're one and the same
One to forget but it always remains
Like a safe full of sorrow
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me
Can you free what's keepin' you?
Well I need somebody to:
Free me! Free me!
Free me! Free me!
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me
Free me right now
You take me away, take it from me
Can you free what's keepin' you?
Well I need somebody to:
Free me! Free me!
Free me! Free me!
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, yeah!
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[Instrumental]
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Free Session
Get yourself together, girl
You're beautiful - you're special
But honestly your taste is poor
You aim to fail every time
You have to cry - you crave the fight
And never ever have you been the one to close the door
Stupid - go find someone as beautiful as you
Nothing less will do
You know there’s plenty out there who'd gladly kiss your feet
If you'd allow them to
You're a stubborn daughter of a bitch
You’ve agreed - but is there progress?
You keep feeding your depression
Not that I'm a role model but I - find it easier to analyze
You than myself and this is a free session
Stupid - go find someone as beautiful as you
Nothing less will do
You know there’s plenty out there who'd gladly kiss your feet
If you'd allow them to
If you'd allow them to
If you'd allow them to, to
Oh I sure do seem wise - trying so hard to open your eyes
As if, as if, as if I - were the one to give advice
Oh I sure do seem wise - trying so hard to open your eyes
As if, as if, as if I
Were the one to give advice
Stupid - go find someone as beautiful as you
Nothing less will do
You know there’s plenty out there who'd gladly kiss your feet
If you'd allow them to Stupid - go find someone as beautiful as you
Nothing less will do
You know there’s plenty out there who'd gladly kiss your feet
If you'd allow them to
If you'd allow them to
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Catching butterflies, line drives, watching TV
I had seven good years �til I noticed they were looking at me
I didn't like what they'd see
Trapped in the back seat, stay on your side
My hand out the window feeling the wind rush by
While my parents fight
Where did you go? Did I make you leave?
Another thing I didn't know
Nobody ever believes. They just leave, they just leave
And they'll see you in their own sweet time
They just leave
I didn't leave my room �til I learned how to drive
I was sweet seventeen, fighting with the back of my mind
�Til the wheel was all mine
Free to go, but still to young to leave
Old enough to think I know
That nobody ever believes
They just leave, they just leave, they just leave, they just leave
My plane landed, I'm alive
I'm not fighting with the things
I never thought I'd do to survive
Now we've finally arrived
Now I know, more than I've ever believed
You could never let me know
You were just as young as me
You had to leave, you had to leave, you had to leave, you had to leave
You had to leave, you were just as young as me, you had to leave
You had to leave, you were just as young as me, you had to leave
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40 days, a simple waste of time
Count the days when we can be
together once again
I'm far away but you are in my head
You are all I think about you have all my time
You and I should be together
but I will be the one denied simple life
So we say goodbye, so long I'll see you again
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And dream about the days we'll be together again
Sacrifice so we can be free without a struggle
Looking back again, there's fortune in the wind
Some will say that I'm insane but I do it all for you
Contemplate this game, a simple life for fame
You are all I dream about you are on my mind
You and I should be together
but I will be the one denied simple life
So we say goodbye, so long I'll see you again
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And dream about the days we'll be together again
Sacrifice so we can be free
from all the struggles that are coming our way
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And dream about the days we'll be together again
Sacrifice so we can be free without a struggle
Just want you to know that I'm empty inside
and I miss you like crazy
How long will you go, oh I don't really know
but I'll try to get home
Just please come back home,
the struggle is holding me back
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Baby you don't pay no mind
You act like you don't love me no more
Maybe you need space or some time
Your attitude is unpredictable
And I don't want to make you unhappy
If you're not happy then you're free to go on
'Cause I don't want you stayin' around
If I make you so miserable
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(If you don't want me then don't talk to me)
Go ahead and free yourself
(Go ahead and free yourself ... yeah)
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(If you don't want me then don't talk to me)
Go ahead to someone else
(Go ahead to someone else ... yeah)
repeat
Time Again and again I try, I try
Baby don't you know I try, ohoh yeah
But the love I had inside has died
For the love I had inside has died
Oh oh ... wooh ... wooh wooh...
Won't you be a man if it's over
And just admit that things ain't the same
Instead of making me think it's all good
Between us, which one's to blame?
I took a lot too much to handle
Until I can't take this game no more
This love thing is full of scandals
So you're welcome to walk
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(If you don't want me then don't talk to me)
Oh go ahead and free yourself
(Go ahead and free yourself... yeah)
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(If you don't want me then don't talk to me)
Baby go ahead to someone else
(Go ahead to someone else... yeah)
Repeat
Time Again and again I've tried
(Time and time again, I've tried it over and over and over)
But the love I had inside has died
Oh, baby, it's died, yeah .... yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I had to take it there
I had to take it there
'Cause I'm tired
Ohhhhhhhh yeah!
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(If you don't want me then don't talk to me)
Hey, go ahead and free yourself
(Go ahead and free yourself)
If you don't want me then don't talk to me
(If you don't want me then don't talk to me
Go ahead to someone else
(Go ahead to someone else)
You're playin' games
Repeat to fade out
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hey you, understand
quit now, start again
time to shut down automatism
time to let it fly
when I get up, late AM
I know, what I want
something more than a sketchy life
I know I want it all
and I won't compromise,
the big little white lie!
[Chorus:]
Freedom, Freedom,
Freedom and Liberty
Freedom, Freedom,
Freedom and Liberty
one chance, one road
you better look for your own,
the gift of life is a wasted present
if you don't succeed!
Think, act, choose wisely,
don't hurt anybody;
that's the only groundrule people,
one law for the FREE!
and don't you compromise,
the big little white lie!
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
when you got no hope and a broken soul,
and blind ambition took your heart,
get up, hey, step into
Freedom and Liberty!"
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An Island lies in the sea of stars
So far from time
The wisemen came foretelling my heart
I'll reach for the sun
Deep inside my eyes you see the tears of long ago
Telling tales of loneliness before
Standing by my side you feel the fears of once before
Telling tales of emptyness and more
Strangers in the night
Rising up to fight
They're rising up to bust the demon's spell
Freedom Call, the cry of barren souls
The surveillance of mankind will fall
Freedom Call, the cry of barren souls
Under surveillance we never will fall
I spent all my life to get salvation from afar
I've seen stairs, arisen from below
Strangers in the night
Rising up to fight
They're rising up to bust the demon's spell
Once upon a time, our world was in decline
On a storytellers night, I felt the breeze of life
And I saw the rays of light, across the burning sky
When the master sent the sign, reflecting all devine
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where rape is called 'freelance gynecology'
portraits of heathens hang, while heroes die on our t.v. screen
not a soul in sight
just a coroner who can't sleep,
because of what he sees when he dreams at night
the corpses stare at him with open arms and wide open eyes
this is not a dream
just wake up and see what i mean
(chorus)
what a tale
we have failed
paradise lost in the midst of this freedumb
(you let me down!)
where world religion has had a suicidal theme
you'll find more demons in gods than you'll find on these corrupted streets
'bold statements from a liar'
your beliefs are broken so, danger, danger, hide or retreat
in god we will contradict
now let the truth be released
of untold tales and mistruths
bring forth the whole world to see
that your manmade faith and your contagious 'steepled casino' cult
is just a lie
keep your security
i don't need you
keep your stability
i don't need you
you keep your guarantee
i don't need you
keep your book of faith
can't see through false freedom's eyes
(chorus)
they told their tales
now shotgun shells
will send their souls
back to hell
all has failed
nothing's well
your secret lies
in this well...
too close to bottom...
impulse suffer, reflex beating from your mind
chosen
freedom, the word that means blind
hatred, swells up inside from this freedom
well
oh well
you suffer
no one lives to tell
well
oh well
it's over
no one lives to tell
too close
this well
too close...
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Written by Stevie Nicks and Mike Campbell.
Dim and wavering
On a wind-blown night
Whose honour, whose anger
Cold and quivering
As was the wind-blown night
Into which she'd fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Beautiful as you are
With that high spirit
Morning star of evil hit me
Cut me like a knife
Cool and collected
She became that with time
Totally rejected
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
It's all in the eyes
It's all in the way that you look
It's all in the way that you say very little
It's all in the way that you talk
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
Freedom
Freedom
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Freedom
Come with me
Poor little fool
Freedom
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nobody ever said that life was free
sink swim go down with the ship
but use your freedom of choice
i say it again in the land of the free
use your freedom of choice
in ancient rome there was a poem about a dog who had two bones
he picked at one he licked the other
he went in circles till he dropped dead
freedom of choice is what you got
freedom of choice is what
you want then if you got it you don't want it
seems to be the rule of thumb
don't be tricked by what you see
you got two ways to go
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How can you accept social suppression
This weak state of mind in our time
I demand release from hypocrisy
I'd rather die than be held down, forced down
Freedom or fire
Freedom or fire
I'm on the threshold of revolution
I'd rather burn than be held down, forced down
Freedom or fire
Freedom or fire
Unrestrained determination
Set ablaze for liberation
Locked in chains of this sovereignty
Let me be cause I long to be
Free!
Free!
Unrestrained determination
Set ablaze for liberation
Set ablaze
Set ablaze
Freedom or fire
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My name is Chip
And I'm different
I don't conform
I wear a different uniform
I'm out of the blue
And so you are, too
Let me sing about one thing that's clear
That nobody owns
The pleasure of tones
That belongs to a guy with no ear
They tried to give me advice
Down at the record shop
I said sit down boys
This may come as a shock
What's all I listen to
It's all freedom rock
How can you free me [4x]
When I'm free?
I am free
My name is Chip
And I'm different
I don't conform
I wear a different uniform
I'm out of the blue
And so you are, too
Let me sing about one thing that's clear
That nobody owns
The pleasure of tones
That belongs to a guy with no ear
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Freeloader Freddy got a cold chevy nova
Where he got the papers-don't know.
Got a line on sweet act, sheer heart attack
We're sticking close to the floor
Refrain:
How you feel, all right now
I'm king of the road
How you feel, red lights fading
King for an hour, I need another.
Freeloader Freddy knows all the ladies
Standing on the corner downtown.
Doing lines off the dash, own private stash
Oh, the word is getting around.
Refrain
I'm taking my time making it mine
I've got some people to see.
And you want to play, you got to pay,
Yesterday it used to be free.
Refrain
Assorted Ad Libs:
It's all right, come on babe,
Freeloader Freddy, oh yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Some words are definately wrong!
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[Big Punisher]
It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail
Want me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
[Armageddon]
It's my life, it's my world, my perogative
To push things and chase girls that dress provacative
Terror Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your essence
I go back in time, stop your ass back to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence
We handle our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game over then mastered it
Blast my shit, this song change shitty records that after it
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Southern Boulevard
I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, pass it off
Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest
Run the rukkus through the roughest motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off tryin to laugh at the brittles
You Ain't A Killer for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, with the periscope
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out
Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I request
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death
[Fat Joe]
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my shine
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes
On my way to ?less fools?
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my whiz
Exotic toke' and karats on my wrist
It ain't shit for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks
[Cuban Link]
Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin
Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end
Cause for my men I'm going all out, just call out
My name when you need, I make a nigga brain fall out
Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above others
Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit
Then when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit
[Big Punisher]
It's my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail
Want me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me shit
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*continues after end of "Follow Me"*
[Starang]
Yo yo yo yo man, no blackin out youknowmsayin
Watch the funky roll, my man Rhino got it locked from this side
Yo it's definitely a party goin on, youknowmsayin
BCC, everyday all day
[Rock] Now when you come through the door, what do you see?
[Tek] The Representatives for the BCC
[Rock] When you come through the door, what do you see?
[Starang] Rockness Monsta, Mista S-T-R-A-N-G
[Rock] When you come through the door, what do you see?
[Tek] MS and Smokey Lah wit the twenty sack of weed
[Rock] Yo when you come to the door, what do you see?
[Ruck] Tall Sean wit my man Swann, the buddah junkie
[Rock] When you come through the door, what do you see?
[Lidu Rock] Lidu Rock, Twany Ranks, and D-O-G
[Rock] If you come through the door, what do you see?
[Tek]
The Representatives for the BCC
Aiyyo, aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
Um yeah, yo let's do this, stop that
Oh oh (oh oh) oh oh (oh oh) oh oh (oh oh)
[Rock] Aiyyo introducin my B-double-O
[Starang] We worldwide mothafuckers, better act like they know
[Rock] All y'all heads out there can't see our flow
[Starang] Starang and Rock always represent the dreads and fros
[Rock]
Starang Wondah, pass me a large order of that thunda (BOO-YAH!)
Scared MC's bound to run and pull fall up under
Avalanches
[Starang]
Fake niggas always snap like branches
Step into my crew, mothafucker take your chances
[Rock]
So you're a Gambler, ain't your name ain't Trigga then don't risk it
In '97, Louieville will still pack the biscuit
While I be lifted, you riff kid, we get the bumpin
I'll beat your ass like your pops or you stole something
[Starang]
Knowin damn well you shouldn't have tooken that
Yo what the fuck y'all lookin at?
Let me ask a question, Rock where the fuck is Brooklyn at?
(Over here) Got my nigga Funkmaster Flex always hookin that
[Rock]
Hold up son, let me show these niggas how a crooker act
Straight up down right disrespectful
Load the clip, bust lead to your head like Buck, Steele, and Tek do
(F you!) Step to Rock man, listen you'll get lifted
Like my toilet seat when I'm pissin
[Starang]
You know that's why I blow wit my Magnum Force
Cuz when I lay a nigga out, they come and drag em off
(Y'all niggas crazy) Yo them boys ain't got no remorse
I take a hit of my Bob Marley spliff and cough
[Rock] In-tro-ducin, my B-double-Oooooo
[Starang] Worldwide, niggas better act like they know, one time
[Rock] All y'all heads out there can't see our flow
[Starang] Oh, Starangy, S-three-0-0
Word up (oh oh) word up (oh oh) word up (oh oh) word up
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
[Ruck]
On the First Day of Dissmas, my bitch gave to me
Two condoms and a bag of sensee
On the Second Day, guess what the bitch said
"Ruck come to my house" cuz in her mouth, she want my head
On the Third Day, yo I heard she was frontin
Drinkin Balentine Ale's, forties, and smokin on the blunts an'
On the Fourth Day, yo she cold did some other
Shit, made a brotha flip when I discover
On the Fifth Day, I heard she switched gay
Pulled out my switch blade, ich bitch is ix nae
On the Sixth Day, have her wit police
Wit the frank and ? ? ? swarm baptise
[BJ Swan]
On the seventh day of Dissmas
I had a dream, it was Foxy Brown and Kim the mistress on my team
Now in this dream I'm the biggest baller of them all
Cuz I got the top-selling rap chicks on call
Kimmy showed em too that she could freak the most
But Na Na stay bathin me wit ?
Now it came to be that I was drivin both of them broke
Between the things I had em drinkin and my habit to smoke
Wit they points and they publishing, no rubbishing
Dem keys that's coming from Tiawana
Is supporting my gambling, more marijuana
As I expected, we bump confrontation
Flex called and said that I should come to the station
When I got there Kim is like (You dirty little Haitian)
Foxy comin towards me, lips describin frustration
(Shoulda did what a nigga do, son and cheat)
Man I got my ass up outta the sleep
Obviously, the Eighth Day when I woke up
Went to Brownsville and got wit my nigga Big Ruck
[Ruck]
On the Ninth and the Tenth Day, my bitch had her period
Grabbed the cold cream, jacked off something serious
On the Eleventh, told her things to do to my cock
Said call her on the Twelfth cuz she got the red spot
Shh
[Tek] (MS)
Yae's just arriving off the flight from Atlanta
MS and Smokey Lah, ha ha, word up
You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke Dog
(You don't wanna fuck wit Smoke Dog)
Roof-ROOF! (No, you don't wanna do it)
You don't wanna fuck wit MS
(You don't wanna fuck wit MS)
It's Man-Slaughter (Keep the stems blessed)
Comin through, bout to take it to the streets
Word it be
[MS]
MS and Smokey Lah the spot, sow a knot
Blow em when we reppin Magnum Force
Got the front line ready to grab weapons
I heat scenes like a desert for the 9-7
Ruck and Rock loaned me the glock to buck shots at the reverand
To clear minds, we about to rush like adrenaline
For those who's pretending in, this game we gon' end it
Wit a bang, ease back, squeeze gats if you're fragile
I leave em clueless like Flight 800 when I crash you
[Tek]
I was told, the dub starts at ten-ish
Open bar might chill women
To come and get my boogie on Big Flex Dog is spinnin
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm, proceeded to pick Tyson up on Palmetto
Bounced out the Q, scanned the blocks on both aves
Got too much on the line, can't get pinched by crabs
Jail and money not mix like ?Udibidy jays?
And White America hates to see a black man pay
Cuz the streets change like weed grains
And niggas actin strange
Bein easily blinded by fortune and fame
(Do it man)
*Reggae chanting for 34 secs*
[Lidu Rock]
Cuz in the projects man, you got to watch where you walkin
It's time for some action, yo this rep don't talk
I get the stalkin, bulldose those who oppose my Camp
Commando's like Rambo's we lynch yo' hood then lamp
Cuz
[Top Dog]
Dem no like we and we no like dem
We have no enemy and we have no friend
Come again, potna one for session
Funkmaster Flex will keep the wheel-as spinnin
[Lidu Rock]
Cuz we winnin, so fuck a dresscode, nigger I explode
And release the dark clouds like them Ressies from down the south
No, now don't give a (Ha-ho), Lidu Rock is there if you need me
This Representative got your back, can you see me
[Top Dog]
On your TV's and your cd's, you can see three
Individuals bringin nature to your table
See my vide-o runnin on your daily cable
Station, BCC runnin through your nation
[Lidu Rock]
On your host down set, we gets biz and keep you jumpin
Lidu Rock, Twanny Ranks, and D-O-G so stop frontin
My BCC come wit that shit that's steady bumpin
Lidu Rock, Twanny Ranks, and D-O-G so stop frontin
We don't need it, we don't need it
All I really wanna do is stay weeded
We don't need it, we don't need it
All I really wanna do is stay weeded
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[Busta Rhymes]
Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
[Rampage]
It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 platinum an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the richter
Yo they owe me publishin' at Elektra
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!
[Baby Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
You feel this cuz you chose this
I split wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
So bounce to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh...uhhh...
CHORUS:
[Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we wanna do it again
[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I...say...do that shit
[Flip Mode] I say do that shit
[Busta] Uh-do that real live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do that real live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin' through shit
[Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to rule shit!
[Rah Digga]
What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been test driven
I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
Watch 'mira' mack the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track watch the sales quadruple
Flex like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' real estate where the Taj is
Fuckin' with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once but they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze watch how I swing
Cuz I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming
[Spliff Star]
Interception, throw the microphone in my direction
Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until they bleed and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten terrorizing theives
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin' through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!
CHORUS
[Lord Have Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on this Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a stick turf wit' double his purse
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the church
Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the church
Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular burst
Speak last rites then kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for nine acres...
[Busta Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo face bent up
Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid burn yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!
[CHORUS]
[Funkmaster Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for understandin' how
the Funk flex...Yeah...what the deal.
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(Busta Rhymes)
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen to what I say
Listen to what I talk
Listen to how we walk
Hey, check it out, listen to what I do
Yo bust it out, yo, what, hey yo yo yo
And Busta Rhymes coming in live
Some of you niggaz had me knock shit down for nine-five
[I'm ready to set it nigga] Yeah yeah yeah
[Check it out check it out]
(Rampage)
I told you last year that I burned you in a flame
Now this year, I'm wreckin average niggaz in the game
A lotta niggaz got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same migraines
I can't help it if my brain is supersonic
The way I play the game you think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout, stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My throat'll recoil as I bounce the ball, I can never fall
Now I got you open like the mall
With Funkmaster Flex boom bangin in your projects
To my niggaz in the Lands, Beemers, to the Lex
Now Busta Rhymes, what you wanna do
Represent for the motherfuckin Flip Mode crew
(Busta Rhymes)
Aiyyo-y'awwwwl, one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act real dumb
Yo, I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain
Fix you up, mix you cut like pro-caine
Ooooh, I be insane to your brain
Right on your subconcious I leave my shit stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall, keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before
Yo, everything remains raw
Outlaw nigga living right next door
When I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie about your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine
When I round up my Flip Mode niggaz and get cream
Hey you, you know what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
[Flex blends this into the beginning of Mobb Deep's "Give up the Goods"]
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[Busy Bee]
Sixty Minutes of Funk -- Volume III, The Final Chapter
of the Funkmaster Flex
Aiyyo Flex this is Busy Bee man, and I ain't goin for that
I heard Volume I, I heard Volume II
It is now to do Volume III, with Busy Bee
And we gotta do it somethin like this
Ahh yeah that's the way it goin down
Now this is how we did it way back in the days
It was all about peace and love and happiness at the Latin Quarters
All up in the Disco Fever, all uptown in the Boogie Down
at the T-Connection, and then we should come on down to Union Square
and play at the Roxy's, oh we just had a good time up there
and it was goin down like this, we had all the DJ's all the MC's
all the unity, kickin it like this
And now we gon' do it somethin like this, Flex c'mon
Now throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
And if you wanna rock with Busy Bee, scream it out and say ohh yeah!
Ohh yeah, don't stop y'all, ah don't stop y'all, you're lookin good y'all
Hey this is how we used to do it way back in the days
It was all about the love, youknowhatI'msayin?
So as we keep it on rockin to the next millenium
with the Funkmaster Flex, on Volume III
And this is the Final Chapter
And you got me the chief rocker Busy Bee
Now Flex, what I want you to hit me with some of that old school
REAL old school, breakbeats, stuff like that
so I can kick some of that old school flavor for them youngs
Understand what I'm sayin? Yeah..
Ah so right now y'all, it's time to prepare
for the kid that sets the atmosphere
I'm not Dr. J, or Reggie Jackson
Busy Bee is my name I got all the action
Now y'all heard the rest, and you ready to go
with the baddest in Hi-Fi, stereo
So one for the treble, two for the bass
C'mon Flex and let's rock this place
Yes yes y'all, a to the beat y'all, a freak freak y'all
And don't stop y'all, a the body rock
Don't stop don't stop don't stop
Ba ba ba bah, ba dang a dang a diggy diggy
Ba ba ba bah, ba dang a dang a diggy diggy
Ba ba ba bah, ba dang a dang a diggy diggy
Diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy diggy
I rock New York City all years around
and my name is known, all over the town y'all
The people here love the way I run my game
They can't wait, to see me make the Hall of Fame
Now Busy Bee is my name, and that's a fact
And you can't beat that with a stickball bat
Funkmaster, rock the house
And he's coolin out, turn the party out
Busy Bee Bee rock the house (yeah yeah)
And I'm coolin out, turn the party out
Young ladies rock the house
And we coolin out, turn the party out
Fly guys just rock the house
We coolin out, turn the party out
Ahh man this is too much
Funkmaster Flex I wanna thank y'all
This is the chief rocker Busy Bee signin out
This is too much, I got free franks, free hot dogs, free sodas
free munchies, this is too much I wanna thank y'all for the block party
I felt right at home in here
To all my fat bitches, to all my homeboys out there gettin money
to the next millenium, keep it goin on
Ay Flex, let's do some new stuff now man
I'm, I'm outta here man, thank you man
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[Mike Tyson]
Get acquainted to the one and the only
The future, hip-hop king
Forever, the Canibus... (The Funkmaster Flex is coming!)
[Canibus]
Yo, yo
For all you niggaz sayin that my shit is sick, just imagine
the ninety percent of my brain that I ain't even used yet
Take a deep breath, quick, suck in as much air
as my lungs will permit -- then I start to kick that shit
I been gettin busy before the planets started to turn
Before the bees, the birds, and Adam and Eve occured
Prior to all creation, in other words
When the female egg will merge with the man's sperm
I stand firm, my words burn through your exterior
The eat away at your materia, I'm superior
While you only pretend to be, I can double my density
from three-sixty degrees to seven-twenty instantly
Six, multiplied by five by four by three by two
then one, go head and calculate the sum
The time has cometh, I was summoned to punish
Motherfuckers with mouths to run it ? with rubbish
When I come through, niggaz stand stiller than statues
Cause if I have to, I'll battle your whole rap crew
Then I'll attack you with words that's absurd
and rip your fuckin skin off just to get on your nerves
*Flex scratches*
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[CB and Cam] Uh, uh, yo, yeah
[CB] Yeah, Funkmaster Flex, final chapter
[Cam] Yeah, it's Killa Cam baby
[CB] Volume Three
[Cam] Killa Cam, Harlem World baby
[CB] Uhh, aight.. Charli Baltimore representin Philly
[Cam] Yo, we about to show you what we gonna to do y'all
[CB] Yeah, aight
[Cam] KnowhatI'msayin? Show y'all how unready, y'all are
for Untertainment
[CB] Untertainment
[Cam] Show em Charli
[CB] Check, yo, yo
[Cam] Take it Charli, rip it down now
[CB] Yo, yo
[Charli Baltimore]
Nigga, who run here? Undeas, you underachieved
in this league, unglued cause we sunned you
You unfit for underground shit we unstoppable
Pop hits, top ten bitch, never undroppable
Underestimate, we under esca-lators, plottin
Unexpected, undetected
You unsuitable for unveiling, call us, what
We unavail-in, e-mailin, so what to tell dem
CB push unmarked V's with diamond marquees
Unblemished, unfinished, til I unload
Un-Usual-ly Suspect-ed but fuck it
Unaffected by y'all haters I know enough and
unlike me you're unlucky, sittin ducky
I'm untouchable, spittin lovely with Big above me
Slugs be flyin you're unwilling to die and
we stay underlying keep your death untiming
Unable to understand the Un madness
But nothin ever goes unsaid, for the cabbage
Underrated, unfaded, nah, to say we comes off
a understatement, uhh, we Untertainment
[Cam'Ron]
Aiyyo this nigga named P-O-P, D-O-A, R-I-P
Caught him at the D-M-V, while my ass T-N-T
Down the F-D-R doin eighty, in the E-S-3
Put you in E-M-S, break A-T-M's, K-F-C
850i, Q45, we the seventh wonders
Niggaz who be Willie-st, ten and eleven hundreds
and, B-L, double-O-D, R-I-P
C-O-C from N-Y to O-T
That night tried to O-D, sniffed a whole key
Puffed a O-Z, a blunt soaked in Olde E
Yeah we had C-O's, then we moved to P-O's
Yeah we want a O-T, for now we need a T-O
Could we duck the D-A, when we was in V-A
Now we got the hot out, in P-A
Tell you now it's easy to get a G-B, from A-T-L to D-C
Girls see my dick in 3-D, and umm
Fuck a A-C-T, R-C-T or S-A-T
Cause a nigga like me, ain't get no P-H-D
I'm wanted by the A-T-F, plus the I-R-S
Put you in E-M-S, bloody like P-M-S
Beef, let's get it done, get rid of sun, get a gun
C'mon now Flex we got whips make it a hit or run
You with it Dunn, the frigid one, just place a side bet
Sank him so his face looked like a nightcheck, you hype yet?
I'm ready for you faggots, drama on the promo
for the condos with the momo, I hammer on you homos
Whylin since quo mo, a center for the drama
I'm the type to fuckin eat dinner with the Dahmer's
You think how to teach a bitch, is to eat a bitch
That's how you reach a bitch, that think she all that
Rip her one time, in two minutes she'll call back
J-O on the podium, fuck rugs Flex
I lay em on linoleum, just get the petroleum
Gas em like helium, tell him that I'm feelin him
Two weeks later, payday I'm peelin him
Uh, Funkmaster Flex (Funkmaster)
Charli B'More, (Cam'Ron) Cam'Ron, where you at?
Y'all in trouble
Told y'all, I told y'all...
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Yeah yeah
It's Funk Flex y'all
With Com Sense bwoy
Understand it's a rapture
Volume three the final chapter
Ain't nuttin but that b-boy thing goin on
from Chicago to New York to all over
?, y'all, yo, check it
Rap warlord, stay on point like a scoreboard
Ended up with a foot in your mouth, wishin for more doors
I walk through the corridor of fame, with nuthin
but game, this shit's a game, rhyme mission:
to educate and entertain, after Rasheed
don't shit remain but afterwash
My first joint was aight, second and third, tight like ?Shanda Lox?
or Puff and The Lox the name Com's a paradox
Deliverty of my first one I coach like ?Landit Cox?
Don't like a cat that handle rocks that ran in spots
Ask D why my video ain't on The Box yet
Styles similar to the hustle, cause You Can't Knock it
An unidentified object, to the third optic
In battles I leave niggaz on top of each other like the projects
Not knowin the science behind it, by it they were blinded
My book of life in five rings are binded, what?
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, it's Com Sense y'all
Uh, uh, with Funk Flex y'all
Yeah, yeah, it's volume three bwoy
Yeah, yeah, and for the b-boy
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
We gonna get down, we gonna get down..
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Intro:
Yeah you kow what time it is
A-yo Mega Montana drama is my cod of honor
Fuck a vest I wear my coat of armor
I'm a ghetto soldier throwin' hollows
In God we trust through the knowledge as follows
My Firm multiple dollars I know you wish
I was still in prision feeling sorrow
Plans for tomorrow expand convict in a condo
Ninja black Lexus yo check this I'm from the Bridge son I rep it
And shine like my gold necklas in a reflection of a sinner perfected
And manifested in the essence
Who ever test this either hard to kill or live a death wish
I bless this shit nigga you hand to hand I'm plannin' my next flick
Of Firm volume number on Flex shit
Yeah nigga be runnin' up the spot with mad shit get knocked
Go to court for razorblade in they asses son
I live the life of trifeness
Ghetto nights and razorblades slicing the wife's shit
Metal type hood fellow for life takin' mines like Tyson
My work fare with death and inditment old timers are lightin'
I started writtin' and become the trifest
Nigga in Queensbridge ended up on Rikors
Seems shit was real as steel guage
My enemies think individuals a cat witht an ill fate
Yeah son you know how we do.
My man Funkmaster Flex yo volume 2.
It's real like that y'all.
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Dre:
A-yo bust the new layout
Switch wayout so come and get it and rock with it
A-yo Flex they know you want did it
The rhyme buster bust it till the end
Biggedy back up on your set now let me begin
Another new year you know my crews here to make a killin'
That's how a feelin' we trunk tight and now we top billin'
It's the head liner full time shiner
Riggedy rock rough rhymes cause I'm out to get mines
So spread the word through your bourough I'm mad thorough
I'm just a rap super hero you get zero
But ain't nothin' that's just how we do international crew
The Hit Squad we comin' through
PMD:
Now who this about to do this out the Dox sly like a fox
You know my style rocks like heavy metal hard to the core
So pass me the ball yes y'all I bet I score
With the remedy kid you better be on your toes
With the hardcore raps in fact bats and gats bustin' lyrical caps
To make your whole team collapse
Nocturnal:
Yo sky's the limit watch me run through cheers like I'm Emmit
Brothers don't get it like UFO visits
Who is it? Fuck the Volva rugged like a land cruiser
Blunt abuser watch out my style manuvers
Quickly I can say a verse that'll burst every vessel
In your brain muscle
Use to hustle on the street like flip a triple knife in the philly
My style is as Free as Willy
Scoob:
It be the Books the boogie banger danger
Who wanna do me? Deep in the black Range?
You in the hooptie, groupie bitches and snitches
They hate me with a passion we laughin' at the squad yappin'
Ain't nothin' happenin' your ass will get Slashed
Like that dude from the rock group
I knock boots giggedy got loot but niggedy not suites
Knuckle up will make your knees buckle up
Hope diggedy jab uppercut what the fuck
I piggedy puff enough stuff to get the universe zooted
Cause all I got is my niggedy nuts and my music
Das EFX big up to Scratch he life God devine split dog
Tys and Funk Flex and we out yo
Hit Squad, Hit Squad keep it live
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[Fabolous]
Fabolous, Funk Flex Vol. 4 niggas c'mon
it's gettin hard to dodge the women
but I'm still pitching hard white balls
faster than Roger Clemens,
ya know the kid with the O's
that's as large as linens
when it comes to sellin trees
I'm as large as Timberland
my lawyer got my charges slimmin'
he said the only way I am goin upstate
if it's in larger swimmin'
pull out the garage like gremlins
anarge with trimmins
system in it that have the projects tremblin
ya know nothin about lettin a few strays go off
ya only reach for your hip when your two ways go off
shots'll fly by your head
your toupèè blow off
I ain't crip I'm just a blue gray show off
ghetto fab I more than rap for my bucks
keep two 9's on me like Warren Sapp from the Buccs
the word I'm ballin be flowin to the fed jakes
and I keep chicks on my lap throwin me head fakes
nigga I walk around with the grams you stackin
and me and Flex don't roll unless they Andrew Jackson
it's Brooklyn by me the crook the IB ya even look
at ID you gettin hooked to IV
motherfuckers huh
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Uhh, uhh, uhh
Niggaz gettin trampled on, what's all the fuss about?
Suckin my dick so hard, I'm bustin in they mouth
And then I snuff em out, four to the mid', fuck what I did
With no regard for a bid, ripped you up, while you wit your kid
Slid into the shadows, cause I'm dark like that
I bark like that, jet black, but I spark like that
Where ARE they at, when I get thirsty, shit
Ain't a nigga strong enough to stand the worst it gets
Bits, and pieces are all thats that left
Niggaz so scared to death, they hold they motherfuckin breath
til I pass, cause they ass, and I smelled em
I S-P-E-L-L-E-D T-H-E-M, I spelled em
To make me have to swell one, eye up, lump up one head
Catch a body with the shottie, pump up one dead
Red alert, niggaz is about to get hurt, do work
to skirts, like a jag on the merk, ARF
Night time is the right time for creepin
Vandalize your crib, rape your wife while she's sleepin
I been off the deep end, since I was semen
That's why now, I'm such a motherfuckin demon!
SCREAMIN, my bloody head off, shit on my mind I gotsta get off
Can't even hold a joint, lest I let off
a couple of rounds, from the big three pound, seven
That's about eleven hundred as of now
How-can-one-man-kill-so-many-and
the-sin-be-plenty-before-the-age-of-20 {*sing like Nice and Smooth*}
Life ain't worth a penny in, my book faggot
That's why I took faggot shit, I'm a crook faggot
Fat new leather jacket, I bag it, along with
the jewels smackin tools out the hands of fools
On the strength that they don't know what they holdin
Niggaz called me TAILOR cause the WAY that I be sewin
shit up cause I get up, off my ass and SKATE
Makin more moves than U-Haul, from state to state
I speak the GREAT, and if a nigga tells you different
You turn around you ask the nigga, "The FUCK is you be sniffin?"
Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin
Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get had
Motherfucker, Funk Flex, volume three, the final chapter
Ruff Ryders, Irv Gotti, Def Jam..
Right here, where my dogs at?
Got them all for you baby I got them all
I gots them all..
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[Eightball]
Mic check one two baby, y'know
Eightball in here baby, bring it down one time
[Flex]
Yeah.. yaknahmean?
Big shout to my man Tony Draper
Big shout to my man Rich Kid, my man Eightball (yeah, yeah)
All my Suave House cats! Yeah
[Eightball]
Uhh, can you feel that?
Uhh, uhh.. y'know, y'know
Yeah, yeah.. uhh
Permanent gold teeth, my nigga T mix mo' beats
and smoke leafs, and Swisher Sweets than I bust heat
Nuts retreat cause they butts got guts that's weak
South niggaz be them bout it niggaz off the streets
Down, in Orange Mound, we be, we be
Them niggaz who be, who be, who be
all about my lucci, and thick booties
Nothin but dick for the cutest little groupies
Sue me, Eightball graphic like a porno movie
Corny niggaz can't move me with that same old suki
Talkin about you be, you be
Them niggaz who be, who be, who be
in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong rhyme
Long lines talkin about how you can duel with mine
Come to find I dine on niggaz tryin to shine
Cut em up like a blade and snort em like a line
of Peruvian to see who wanna do what then
Go get your men so I can put them in the past tense, main
I flip a Benz on Twinkies
Hoes treat my dick like the Titanic and sink these
nuts, you know who I be, I be
with them niggaz who be, who be, who be
all about the loot see fuck what a bitch is thinkin
Cause bitches jump ship when a niggaz ship sinkin
Bitch niggaz and them bitch hoes you know
Got more faces than that card game Uno
Last nigga standin in the land of the _Lost_
Guillotine lyrics choppin weak emcees heads off
Uhh, you know who I be, I be
with them niggaz who be, who be, who be
Suave House family and we got juice
South nigga til I die main, what you wanna do?
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(Erick Sermon talking)
Ah, yeah yeah yeah
Funkmaster flex yeah the final chapter
Volume 3 understand that squadron; Das Efx, Keith Murr
Redman, and Nocturnal, Epmd '98
Understand that, new year, new chear, new cash flow
Understand on the 1 2 yeah
Feel me on this one..unh, unh
(verse 1)
We up in d-n-d making it happen, once more
I'm lookin' for the fugees to split the score
Nahmean? I'm out for the dough no less
When I got 100 mil to spend, there's no stress
And you cats kill me,
It takes more than dreams to fulfill me
Y'all feel me
Cock the automatic, I'm systematic, michael jackson screaming
And those emcees not beleiving
I get up and I wreck em quickly
Black-out, no doubt, you won't even beleive ripley
Don't shit me, I see right through your frame, it's frail
You and your crew live a tall tale
The squadron understand that ED
The black human being
The green-eyed bandit, come inside, and let me show you what it's about
Like sean puffy combs when there's no way out, nigga
(Parish Smith talking)
Yeah, epmd, funk flex,
(verse 2)
Yo, volume 3, final chapter gotta blast ya
Crash ya, total ya frame, when I smash ya
You get plastered, trying to fuck wit the master
The emcee slasha, stock bond and check casha
Been rappin for neons, crushin peons
Nice like deion, '98, EPMD's on
Grand finale, from New York, back to Cali
Ghetto stlye, for the projects in the street alley
Funk flex, desert eagle with the teks
Teflon vest, hollow points, with the silver tips
Tires crome, red leather for the benz whip
Diamond bracelet, plus some others for the wild pit
Squadron shuttin' shit down in a hurry
Epmd red noc das plus keith murray
(parish talking)
Word Up
Epmd
Erick sermon
Parish smith
For the '98 final chapter
Volume 3 funk flex
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Oooooh! Ah ah! Word is bond
Erick Sermon and Funkmaster Flex, ummmm
This style come next, ummmm
Ooh! My style's miraculous
Known like crack or angel dust up on the corner
I'm dirty like pneumonia
Stylistic, Erick makes the world go round
I'm devious mischievious, and if y'all believe in this
then cool, alrighty then
Let's begin with this masquerade without George Benson's rendition
Huh, don't forget boy I'm still Hittin Switches
Hittin nubianses with rags or re-iches
Whatever's clever, I still be the Funklord
E Double, from EPMD from NYC
My style starts more fights than hockey
I Wayne Gretzky, on any MC
Double or Nothing, raise your bets
If you got it empty your pockets
Shit take the gold off your watches
Huh, I'm confidence
I will Trailblaze you and your crew to Portland
First class wearin WalkMans
Now, who let the bones out the closet
The fans cut you off like if they were Lorena Bobbitt's boy
That's trifling, and was it deserved maybe
That's more evil than Rosemary's baby
Anybody outcast the E I'm doin him
Try my best to ruin dem and outright screwin em
From Boyz II Men, turn men to boys
From child to kids for whatever dey did
You dig? You crossed the wrong bridge and it's over
It's rigged, with all types of deadly explosives
Watch out, I'm Serious like Jermaine Jackson
I call Red when it's Time 4 Sum Aksion
I'm coming through with the ultimate
Ultra-style-Magnetic, funkdafied shit from me Erick
Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not
You might get beat down, stomped like Sasquatch
Your girl, like Keith Sweat, "I wanna..."
Fuck her, psych I already stuck her
Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
Huh, Erick Sermon comes through
I can't be stopped, I'm like a runaway train
No Half-Steppin like if I was Kane
I come through the crowd Rugged-Sluggish, to the Bone
I grab the microphone niggaz know me, whassup homey
Who wanna go through me
I fuck around and blow him and repeats what they done
I gets dumb, one two one
Did your shit is done, one two
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[Erykah Badu]
Ba-du, ba-du, ba-du, ba-du
Ba-du, ba-du.. dum-dum-bah-bah, bah-bah
[Badu continues in the background]
Ba-du, ba-du, ba-du, ba-du
Ba-du, ba-du.. dum-dum-bah-bah, bah-bah
[Badu speaking over background]
Alright, up in this piece
For the nine-eight and the nine-nine, this is E. Badu
on Funk-master Flex, Volume III baby
[Badu - singing]
Peace and love to you
I be Miss Badu
And my love overthrows
And all the niggaz know (hahah, whoo!)
And Funk-master Flex
He gets all up in yo' chest (like sex)
And this is Volume III
Makes me sing.. ah ba-du, ba-du
Bah-bah-dee..
Ba-du, ba-du, ba-du, ba-du *faded out by Flex scratching*
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[Fat Joe]
Power from the street lights made the place dark
But yo they didn't care, they turned it out..
Uhh, you know what this is, +South Bronx+!!
Fat Joey Crack representin the realest
I got my man Big Dog Punisher in the house
Yo Punisher, let these niggaz know
[Big Punisher]
Brothers are rappin like Iraqi soldiers
Actin like they crackin boulders
when they pack a cap that won't attack a blowfish
Always talkin shit, players that rather balk than pitch
and often counterfeit, Kings of New York
on Mr. Walken's dick
You make me sick to my stomach, you don't really want it
Riffin like you sniffin coke
but scared because you barely gun it
You really done it now you got me mad
Borenos be like, "Papi's bad,"
makin fakers cocky when I'm drivin back
[Fat Joe]
Many thought it couldn't happen, Joe is never rappin
He was always get loot off the crack and
fuckin with them heavyweights, who had shit sewn in every state
The very site'll make the average man defecate
Livin the life of stock bonds and cars, word bond
I be gone I'll be worshipped like Nicky Barnes
It's on -- you don't want no confrontation
Kill the communication, or suffer from multiple lacerations
[Big Punisher]
I keep a Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo
with my top hat, what you funny motherfuckers know about that?
Lookin Doug E. Fresh in my double breast
like a pimp, eatin shrimp, gumbo bubble bathin
in the jumbo jet, set, on auto-pilot
Gonna fly it to Puerto Vallarte
try to reach whoever is choppin the highest
[Fat Joe]
Business chatter's over shrimp and lobster platters
at Jimmy's Cafe, a glass of Peirier
Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday
Inn, so I can get her and a friend
Menage a trois livin the life of a star
Overweight overpaid, pockets bustin out the seams
While you niggaz havin limousine dreams
I got you all sized up, niggaz wise up
A Fat Beat truck'll be pickin all you guys up
[Big Punisher]
For you hilarious comedians, I'm at the Marriott, ??
To rentin chariots to carry us to various
evening events, eating the best up in Jimmy's Cafe
Explore the wine that be four ? G's
fuck it, just gimme half
I make it last, with the dough I got, if not
I blow your spot, if not, Joey Crack please load the glock
Let these niggaz learn the hard way
The word to God way, the motherfuckin murder mob
[Fat Joe]
Fuck that fuck that fuck that!
Funkmaster Flex keepin it realer
Hot 97, Joey Crack, Big Dog Punisher
Bulletclips, WHAT!
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Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown)
Yo (uh huh)
Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh)
Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit)
Fox Boogie '97 (Fox)
Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah)
Yeah Brook-lyn yo
Verse One: Pretty Boy
20 foot celeings with that rough leather sofa
Gucci loafers, spendin' weeks at the Stofa
Motels makin' slow Moe's turnin' L's
With Towana, fuckin' in the sauna
Pretty Boy steady blowin' backs out
And if your man front, gotta pull the gat out
Now he laid out, cause I sprayed out
Pussy Clyde on the played out
Over some ass, you DOA'd out
Ya'll can play in the low Inkeim houses
While I got the crib and the Benz one thousand
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
Tight like Dee Dee, offi-cal
Demi Sec plays, I lays and shakes the ass all day
Lay low, in the cream cheese Bently
And shake those, artifi-cal
I'm Dom P, she was Fay yo
Five carats to lay low, E-D
Type speedy, you see me, I'm straight 3-D
You PD, and why, you straight semi
I'm semie, on the Medi, CK-1 and fakes none, da da
Yo Flex, word on the street is uh, you set that mix tape shit straight
Let me bless that, priMadonna of rap
Black and Philipine, well up to Brooklyn
And my muthafuckin' Firm team
What up baby boys, it's love
Keep it cocked, Firm chill, your rap princess got it locked
And uh, see the, rap star, mama seita
My 9 maticle greater, lit it up like cheeber
It's our world, what you think
To make it real simple, we do what ya'll can't, point blank, uhh
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(Lauryn Hill) Yeah, we got Fugees up in here, haha!
(Wyclef) Refugee camp y'all
(Lauryn Hill) Funkmaster Flex up in here!
(Wyclef) One two, yeah
(Lauryn Hill) Yeah, yeah like this yo
*singing* We bumped into Flex, yeahhh, two months ago
(Wyclef) Yeah, yo what was he doing?
(Lauryn Hill) Yo, hahaa, like this yo, word
*singing* He was backstage at a Refugees show
(Wyclef) Oh yeah, I think it was like the Mecca
and Pete Rock on the wheels
(Lauryn Hill) Word up, yeah
*singing* He said Fu's could you rock yeah (yeah yeah, one time)
Or maybe you won't (one time) oh yeah, oh yeah
So we bust in the back of a big gray Cadillac
Oh my honey... yeah yeah
With nickels and dimes busting fat freestyle rhymes
Oh baby, and we crazy, yeah, so we break it down like this
I'm not Japanese but I drive a Mitsubishi
Not Spanish, but I eat arroz con pollo
Not Haitian, but I eat seaweed seskwa
Mama-se-mama-sa-mama-ma-ku-sa
(Wyclef)
Chi-blah, chi-blah, chi-blah, chi-blah-blah-blah-blah-bamba
Check out de numba one rapper comin through your speaker
This is how Flex reach ya, bust it
For the kid he say, freestyle all day
From Brooklyn to L.A. it's the ay ay ay
If a bwoy wan fi test a now de bwoy get sway
When we come in dancehall all de roaches Raid, bust it
Cool fellow, in the dancehall stay mellow
All that guntalk who woulda thought you'd die yellow
Penny drug dealer, work for the vampire
New York to Newark, Captain Kirk he works for sandwiches
Number, zero, hit, professional
If you saw the movie then you know no one's Untouchable
Don't take this personal it's just family business
With this accomplice snitch now he sleeps with the fish
Wyclef Preacher's Son
Refugee Camp with the Funkmaster Flex in the house (Refugees up in here, yeah)
Got L in the house, and Prazwell up (hahahaha, ha like this)
[Funkmaster Flex blends into Doug E. Fresh's "I-Ight"]
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[Funkmaster Flex scratchin]
"Funkmaster Flex" - Redman
"Funkmaster Flex" - Guru
"Funkmaster" - ? "Flex" - Nas
"Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma
Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" - Redman
"Funkmaster Flex" - Guru
"Volume-volume-volume three" - Flex
[Guru]
If I was a ballplayer, then I would dunk on ya faster
But since I'm a trackslayer, I fuck with Funkmaster
Premier lace the beat, so it can bump faster
Gurizzi, on Volume Thrizi, I gets busy
Since the days of the Quarters, Union Square, and the Castle
Been known to hold my own, if you give me a hassle
Rassle with this MC here, on the mic
Niggaz know they ain't prepared for the fight
Talk about your skills all day, I'm still bored
You disobeyed the laws, got no cause to kill for
You build your rep, off the next man's style
Played the role, and stole the page out the next man's file
You can't test, one of the best, in this art form
Ain't toleratin blatant disrespect for this art form
Whether or not I make a track to keep the charts warm
I come to do a show, pros and hoes, know it's on
From BK to Uptown, and all around
See how easy, they all fall down
While suckers go off, and show off, I throw your whole bluff off
That semi old school rapper that you grown up off
Come off the top rope, just like the Junkyard Dog
to the mat, with my ill kid form of rap
Take that, what I just spat, and then store that
Just like on a Pentium with CD-rom and all that
Fly shit, that we create, just like that
We great like that, straight like that
GangStarr, y'knowhatI'msayin?
Funkmaster Flex
Now till forever baby
[Funkmaster Flex scratchin]
"Funkmaster Flex" - Redman
"Funkmaster Flex" - Guru
"Funkmaster" - ? "Flex" - Nas
"Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma
Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" - Redman
"Funkmaster Flex" - Guru
"Volume-volume-volume three" - Flex
[Flex]
Yeah, uhh, yeah, what, what
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Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?
Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap niggaz on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit
On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!
Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me
Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal
Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top babygirl
if you're not afraid, the world is watchin
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers
think they hurtin me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style
Cartier watch my diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her
His days are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby showers
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex, yeah
Brooklyn...
*fades into How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.*
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Yeah, Kaotic in the house!
(That's that shit, that's that shit)
That's that, that's that, that's that, that's that shit!
(That's that shit, that's that shit!)
That's that, hah, that's that shit!
(Kaotic Style)
Yo that's that, that that that's that shit!
Aiyyo I be the trife one in the night son it's the lifer
Sometimes I think I'm losin my mind, keep on fallin behind
SCRAMMMMMMMMMMMMMM nigga, it ain't gon' be no strike three
to bring the fuckin pain and pissed herbal blitz
Don't miss, I bet y'all niggaz know I'm comin out, POW
Bring yo' biggest, throw yo' riches, only stitches
From the depths of East New, off of ??
Equipped with click, A TOP PICK, I bust one
through your fuckin head, these bitches always seem to wanna
be my third leg, but they might involve the Feds - NAHHHH
In this land of hardrocks and glocks
I reign supreme, like wet pussy does to the hard cock
Now takin flight it be the schitzo, from B.K. to Frisco
Disco debonaire with savoir faire
Ahhhhhhh, god damn, it be the Scram on a mission
Out to get much wampum, I got to stomp em
on the warpath at last, Digguh bless these mics and pass
'fore I get up in that ass, check this out
Check, check check check
I'm spittin deadly venom up in em, Bronx got high
Send em to that fuckin green pasture in the sky
One two three, the three is called Kaotic Style
Exotic and wild, freestyles come in large piles
Get down with this, get down with this
Kaotic in the flesh, hittin every mix
East, New, be the rest
Come and test, one of the best in the field
Niggaz yield, for this jiggy appeal
that I be applyin, underground niggaz be dyin
For, all, suicide
Homicide, come let the drama ride
Dunn V-Day
You be the one to kick that shit that fat nigga from ??
(East New York) Hah, when you get yo' ass ripped
Four niggaz to bend you and your melon type steady
(POW) Ka-otic Stylin
Better be dialin 911, cause we whylin
Hah, crooks on the left, shorties in the back
that juggle, more pieces than puzzles
We guzzle, straight quart liquor
Hand out the logo with the diamond knife for a sitcker
I got plenty niggaz tryin to kill me, shit is for real G
You want that rugged shit, then we slang it for ??
Your shit is crappy, the keep it real - you don't attract me
I got some partner niggaz from the ave that won't back me
Son no bullshittin, now it's time for you to play the piper
Tell me how's it feel to have these hot fuckers inside ya
I send you six feet deep, that means eternal sleep
My click remains crooked, on the rise to ??
Worrrrrrrst niggaz seem to multiply in sections
We all headed for that same criminal direction
but make the wrong move and catch that lethal injection
When pussy go down, you best to run for protection
So don't sleep, I think you know the deal
A niggerish mentality is strictly how I feel
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(Keith Murray)
[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"]
Live up in this piece
I'ma set off like this, check me out
Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin
crazy, pussy, out of crazy straw
Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor
Matter of fact I think them niggaz is gay
Always having a party with no DJ
[Protect Ya Neck instrumental comes on]
When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?"
Man, pssct, fuck that
We stay with the lethal dosage
Click on the mic MC's run like roaches
Now they got me up in England my jewels be dangling
While my single be singling
I come with the hardcore
Redman please come off the wall with some more
(Redman)
Yes y'all I come down with the ruckus
Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers
Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD LP's
Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo
Fuck you and you drink the Olde E brew
Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next
To get they whole set burnt like Waco, Tex
Now, I comes down with the sound
Def Squad represent, yes we extra swift
We comes with the boogie, fuck all you rookies
We some tough cookies on the mic dynamite
(Keith Murray)
We here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let our balls hang like we on the toilet takin a shit
Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip
So fuck all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your click holier than the ten commandments
Like Redman I shift with the Ruck
If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up
No need to ask who is he so we get busy
Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya
Cuz youse a freak by nate
Can't make the face ya brain erasure
Drink your lyrics down straight with no chaser
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to overreact
The L.O.D. love good confrontation of amp
Break your motivation murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers fellas
Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis
Niggaz comin through and acting wild
Redman smack the smile off that kid
(Redman)
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest
Watch, what level next, I'ma take this ghettoness
A little something for the wicked and beyond
Trapper John can't find the sickness in this song
So I bomb ALL these hyper MC's
These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass calm
Smoke the chalm I got alms like Vietnam
I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban
To fulfill all these fantasies on the island
To come back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds
In fact I keep you half-stashed in the seat
Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the streets
Peep, how I get funky with techniques
This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me
Then commence to beat an instrumental
With pads and pencils and MC's go incidential
Motherfucker keep the fuckin beat on deck!
While we wreck his whole fuckin set!
[Flex mixes into the Zulu War Chant]
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Yo, yeah, uhhhh
Yo whattup?
Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon
The matador of metaphor
Mista Keith Murray
Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex
Word up
Got the Squadron, word up
Word up, check it out, check
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill like an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with props
All this over hippin the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not Sweat
Your politics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a rough course
You weak wack niggaz can't do me none
Five hundred, radiant height I run with the sun
Apparently, you need to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Fake ones fear it, real ones cheer it
Cause they all feel me from the womb of the human spirit
With logic and reasons I justify my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Mitch Greene
In fact black yeah it beez like that
If you kill my dog I'ma slay your cat
The supersonical genitonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in your turf
With full fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
for those who thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all ongoin drama
Save the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, prone to static
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel good like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Keith Murray will prevail
And you can eat a shit sandwich and go to hell
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Ain't no rapper who could stifle this
I'm twice as triflin, as Satan's worst disciple is
Better get that through your head right quick
Better yet, you get your crew if the ?shred's by picks?
Out of nowhere, cats with no fear, show fear
Trust me after that, them cats ain't tryin to go there
when the real dogs lock jaws to the death
I'm all up in the pits runnin hundred dollar bets
Here to collect is the ironhead clad rep
In the days, I waved heat at heatwave for half step
My Boogie Nights in the hood be tight cause
my goods be right, I Suge all Knight, twenty-four like
Servin the raw type of smack-a-lak
Havin these new jacks laid out flat, on they back
Wakin up askin what was that just hit em
This ironhead spittin on the Funk Flex rhythm
Knahmean? It's your man King Sun
Funk Flex volume three
Cause them other cats straight up pussy
Let me find that
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Shut that crap up, you gots no backup
You'll get slapped up, South Bronx holds the map up
Pack up your all wrapped up in my delivery
Act up and it'll take a village like Hillary
Stack up the verbal artillery, I'll take you
Shake-n-Bake you with only one verse straight through
You really don't know me I'm too raw, while your career
goes up and down like a see-saw, I'm by the seashore
Whoever you wanna be, what you lookin at me for?
I'll Rush your Associated Labels like Lyor
I see more so I be more, I free your mental
and G more on these instrumentals
Like Spalding I get the crowd bouncing
You're boring, you're platinum but I'm the one touring
Scoring, right down the bassline SWISH
You'll get dissed and switched like "KISS-FM"
Ain't you tellin it, we clear and intelligent
All that rhetoric you sellin it, it's irrelevant
I rock tenaments, projects and mansions
Before you realize it it's your mind I'm enhancin
Lyrics when you hear rock ALL of y'all
And my production be classic like Marley Marl
Not just a party y'all, it's yardie execu-tion
Out of six million ways to die, you chose THIS one
Kris One, listen my position is accurate
Not a pretty boy I'm Timb's and backpackin it
Skills you're lackin in, timing and rhyming you don't
practice it, your class you skipped now your ass is kicked
I laugh at it, cause we mastered it
a while ago, about 50 dope styles ago
So follow my motto, don't wait for Lotto get your cash
Don't borrow, no skills lead to sorrow
You'll be livin in a bottle
I rhyme like there's no tomorrow.. *Flex scratches it out*
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Mmm, mmm-mmm
Check it out, the Queen Bee
That's me
My man Flex, he's up next
Yeah, check it out
Hey, yo Flex
There's a lot of mufuckers out here that wanna be like us... real bad
But we got to show them who's on top
Nuhmean?
Uh, check it out, uh
Fellow bitches, adapt to any rebel wishes
Check it out, the Queen Bee
Lil' Kim, Yeah
That's right
Lil' Kim in the house
Check it out
Wit my man, Flex
Uh
Sometime a gal can get couth, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Ain't that the truth?
Frontin like they bulletproof
And those with no couth
Get thrown off the roof, like Bishop with the Juice
part-nah, let your noose loose
Bitches got the audac-ity
tryin to say they gettin cash like me, get ass like me
You couldn't be as classy as me
Even if you roll a Eva curtain
and diamonds on the surface it just defeats the purpose
Hoe, I'ma double bitch
I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it
Who stack chips like computers never celibate
Stash weed in Bermuda
Look around, look around, the room's empty
So, I guess that be me
The Queen B, Double E
I keep my foes close
like I used to chop my hoes close
But this cat named Gicanno's
Who used to call me bag lady
Cause if you lick me from my
index finger to the thumb, it shouldn't stay numb
See, I live this life, you wish this life
Dream this life, of royals
Motherfuckers got you gas motor spoiled
So what you gonna do when you run out of oil?
Crumble like the foil
This goes out to you
Sealed with a kiss, the Queenuesche
Uh, yeah, check it out
Me and my man Flex; we just doin this shit
That's why I'm up next, you know what I'm sayin?
We been there
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Yo we represent Queens
[Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah yeah
We have a tight situation goin down right now
A tight situation
LB Fam, Queens most wanted
Funkmaster Flex
Queens niggaz in effect!
Yo (Uptown Boogie Down)
We bring the dram' to the mills, show the skills
(Brooklyn!) Word up? How we do baby
Represent (NYC)
Aiyyo, aiyyo
I come correct with just a paper and a pen
With glasses with tints, I represents with my men
Either, inside or outside the pen
Color of my skin spells sin
And let me begin, to hit these motherfuckers in the gut
My attitude is what? I lay in the cut
Your crew's blunt, they play Moet when we come
I represent the slum no need to tell you where I'm from
Jeans speak for themselves, Jamaica Queens fit
I play the smart when I hustle on the Van Whip
Believe kid, word to mom we come through
and make a power move kid on you you and you
My man Pop got the glock ready in position
Rapper bust a cap we do the same, man listen
You must be on a mission thinkin you can fuck around
with the champ you must be amped you can't blast a whole round
I make the fo'-pound everytime now how you want it
I think I'm bustin up inside that ass because I'm black
So down everyday, that's the way I sway
Like I said before you're just a needle stuck in hey
Yo what the fuck you say? You don't smoke trees?
Now what the fuck that got to do, with the LB's?
Get a few degrees, plus robberies
My rhymes is perfected like a sniper when I squeeze
It's not about the G's it's capabilities in this
For those that try to diss I put you on my death list
I'm the drink they call, lime with a twist
I got the shit that go, pump your black fist (PUMP PUMP)
If you tight what's the deal, wanna get ill?
* last line blurred by Flex scratching *
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[Ice Cube]
Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't worry about your time zone, get
your grind on. 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay!
[Funkmaster Flex]
Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to lace all this.
[Mack 10]
Yo, check it, let the games begin
It's all to the good, bust out to the NYC from Inglewood
We can all get down, have loot, and get licked
So fuck the bi-coastal beef and bullshit
It's the nigga that you know is gun-ho
Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe
With ?tips? for the real niggas to make it thorough
Much love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs
Like E.F. Hutton, they listen when I'm speakin
Poor white trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans
Mack wanna blast when the index itches
Plus I use it to finger bitches and hit switches
Check the menu, you need it, I got it
Everything, hit records to narcotics
Its all about the dough, rain, sleet or snow
And the first fool to cross me catch the four-four
Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that one
And whoever don't like it, fuck em and eat a fat one
The to homies in the pen, I'll send you a kite
Cause its time for the real niggas to unite
Like Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figures
We showed each other love so now Flex is my nigga
I remember the day, if it was good you never fought it
No matter where you were from if it was bumpin you bought it
From East to West Coast, its all the same
Its either run the dope game, or do the rap thang
Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight
Two heats on my hip, left and right for the fight
So with that hoo-bangin life
[Funkmaster Flex]
Y'knaw mean, cause that's the way we keep it moving, baby.
[Ice Cube]
Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It don't stop, The
Final Chapter. You know how we do it.
[Funkmaster Flex]
I still ain't havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Aight? Drop
that, don't miss it. I'm tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontin
on me. Be-atch! Aight.
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[Mariah Carey]
Everytime, I feel the beat
I envision you, on the one's and two's
in the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster
to rock the set, play it on and on for me Flex..
[The League]
Yo, aiyyo come through, Flex on the one two's in the Tunnel
Peepin for Sax so we can creep it on the humble
Beams and triples, kitted whips and chicks flock the scene
Jake barricadin the spot, tryin to stop my team
Front of the line a few crips just throwin up signs
To the bouncers it's all real if you checkin for nines
I got a dimebag a Dutch a few foes and nuff rhymes
You holdin up lines, I breeze through and snatch up the dimes
Specific with mine, I'm Basic like Sharon within a Instinct
I mix drinks, and polly with chicks that keep they shit thick
and script ink, name with the number to get our clicks linked
I quick think, before you can blink, I'm on the next chick
Shot of Henny in my right hand, stumblin while I'm scopin
While Flex spins the plat hits, gettin them bitches open
in back of the bar, dime shorties actin like stars
After the party them same dimes is packed in the car
So what's the deal Ma?
[Mariah Carey]
Everytime, I feel the beat
I envision you, on the one's and two's
in the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster
to rock the set, play it on and on for me Flex..
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Sixty Minutes of Funk with Funkmaster Flex
Mary J. Blige, doin this for the number one DJ
Bringin you that late night street life
Now it's the M.J.B., raw to the dog
Chillin with Flex, the big man boss *Flex scratches*
Now it's the M.J.B., raw to the dog
Chillin with Flex, the *Flex scratches*
Now it's the M.J.B., raw to the dog
Chillin with Flex, the big man b *Flex scratches*
Now it's the M.J.B., raw to the dog
Chillin with Flex, the big man boss
Comin with the hits, all night long
Hot 97, be playing my song
All night long
This is for you Flex
For you Flex
Uhh
Now it's the M.J.B., raw to the dog
Sixty Minutes of Funk, with Funkmaster Flex
(repeat 4X)
Sixty Minutes of Funk, with Funkmaster Flex
Now it's the M.J.B., raw to the dog
Sixty Minutes of Funk, with Funkmaster Flex
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[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah, big shout to my man Michelob
Big shout to the Sound Pirates
Sixty Minutes of Funk, Volume II
Funkmaster Flex, let's get it on
[Michelob]
To the ladies.. five boroughs
Baby don't stop.. what you're doin
Baby don't stop.. (feelin you) what you're doin
(feelin you) Baby don't stop.. what you're doin
Baby don't stop.. (five boroughs) what you're doin
(make em dance to this) Baby don't stop
She weighed about a dime and plus, eyes filled with lust
Body parts make my CK's bust but can't touch
She's out with the next man, spittin out grands
He puttin jewels on her hands, that cost like land
I can't compete he got shit on the street, my dough's week
Got you laced in the illest of suites, Gucci sheets
So far from us, your hazel eyes front lust
or is it all these blunts, that be makin me nuts?
You got me feelin you, sweatin on your New York tone
I could be healin you, sexin you when he ain't home
A intellectual, baby we could start with the phone
or we could smoke some trees, like the birds and bees
Got me hot like gunshots, stuck like traffic
Drippin like Dom P, girl you so freaky!
Move your body round like a sex machine
But honeydip wants nuttin but the green
Baby don't stop.. what you're doin
Baby don't stop.. what you're doin
Baby don't stop.. what you're doin
Baby don't stop.. what you're doin ..
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Mi-Missy! (I'm Supa Dupa Fly)
Mi-Missy! (Sup-Supa Dup-Sup Sup)
I'm Su-Supa Fly, Su-Supa Fly
Missy!!
What's my name -- Mi-Missy!
What's my name -- Mi-Missy!
Yo, uh-huh (Supa Fly)
Icki-icki-icki-icki-icki-icki (UHHH)
Dag-gonit, who smoked my motherfuckin chronic
I'ma brrrrrrrr pop one in your stomach
Get back, yeaooowwww funk, do you see the vomit
fly across your face like a comet
Oh Missy you better stop it, every flow you throw
these niggaz wanna cop it, all up in my ass
like tissue, they so rotten, all y'all niggaz
wanna taste some of my chocolate, though you talkin mad mad shit
Why you bitchin? Half of y'all hard niggaz
leave home twistin, then you wanna come
and fucka-fuck around with Missy, you know where I be
I keep, all my number listed, hey there buddy
you wanna come and get me, better bring your people
cause I'm bringin mine with me, kickin your ass
like a job I'll be shiftin, bitch-slappin niggaz
Hey is that Missy pimpin? Oh yes yes
It is me, yes yes, and I won't rest
until the world knows the best, I want more
won't take nuttin less, let me freak-it-freak-it-freak-it
over the Flex, over the freak-it-freak-it, over the Flex
Over the Flex, over the Flex..
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Prodigy:
The illustrious, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
If you fuck with us, it' a must we bustin
If you stand with us, nine times out of ten son
He might get bucked
Is we marked for death? maybe marked for life
Cut by the gem star, razor tight, try to avoid that
Get this money up, live right, then it's put right
Anybody standin in the Mobb way, the hard way
To get his ? feet and the extra ? never lose sleep
Never roll less than two deep
Cause we mobb deep roll silent on this hard street
Talk the ? only eat dog meat we was stompin on
Have your mind baffled like an unknown phenomenon
Chop shit up like it's time for some ?
Havoc:
And all you bitches that you hittin' we done ran through that
Plus ? that's why the king's stand will crack
Big Noyd:
I die from the causes
Dive in these streets of New York kid
I'm dyin to find who the informer is
You know the fam strictly biz
So what the deal is dude
Think you got a little confused
Comin out of QB not DC
Any problemo then see me
Bring it to the T-O-P
Rapper Noyd baby comin at ya
Holdin it down gettin around
Constantly comin at ya
Right back at ya with thug shit
Sit back relax you'll love this
Slim Jim, brown skin and rugged
Timb's unfastened pants saggin fuck it
We can do it however you want it
Even E&J or either blunted
Catch me sober
Peel a heat out of the holster and mini rover
It's the new Noyd order
I slaughter with Havoc and P
Funk Flex Final Chapter Volume 3 nigga
(Funkmaste Flex shout outs)
Prodigy:
Meditate to this
Celbrate my shit
Here's a toast to the most loved rap cage niggas
Entertain the thought
Of the grain being crossed
And the pain is brought, cuz in vain you talked
This be the rapture they spoke of in Revelations
Reveal the truth to the nations, it's only basic
Public relations so real you could taste it
Bitter to the mouth of those that hate this shit
Calico:
Face off, Jake's tryin to slap me in bracelets
My rap papers is so major
Base a wager that Timax won't pull out first
Calico's verse fire, can I disperse
Max like ? sax and A-blac ?
Dun burn that, put it all in they ear don't hold back
In the Ac with the rest of my type, only my kind
Niggaz that'll take you to war, you outta line
Prodigy:
You crossed the fine space between love and hatred
Entertwined with the rest of my elite clique
Countermoves get plenty steps ahead of you
Men'll do all type of shit just to prove
They militant but get knocked the fuck out the box quick
They must have forgot how the mobb drop jewels and take spots
Y'all dudes don't deserve to eat
Mic check nigga, drop it like it's hot and bleed
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[Mos Def]
Ha ha, said the world world world famous
Said wa wa wa wa world world world famous
Said wa wa wa wa world world world famous
Said the world premier, who's standin here
I'll let you know
Flow so diligently (Mos Def)
I make it sound so differently (Mos Def)
Me and Sean J. both willing to be considerably
Shine like a good feeling to me
To all my people all originally all from Brooklyn shows
Give the party people what they lookin for
And it's lookin mo' bright, my game mo' tight
Said it's alright, alright, I said this all night
Rockin all night, all night, we rockin all night
All my people in Brooklyn, show yo' resprect
All my people in QB, show yo' respect
Flex mix this, Mos kick this, now you gon' get this
Handlin the business
>From here on to the city limits
Them other cats sounded unfinished
But let me jump in it, I rump wit it, I thump in it
I got the Sean J. jump in it
Accompanied by what be fly, speakin candidly, me and my family
Is doin very outstandidly, it ain't nuttin but a jam to me
It's just my man and me
And that's the F-U-N-K-M-A-S-T-E-R
Flexin it, respectin it, make the honey dolls get affectionate
I'm in your section wit de womp de womp de womp de de womp womp
World, world world famous, we ain't nameless
Yo you know this jam it be bumpin in the foreign lands
And all your mans be like "yo, damn!"
Tap yo' hands and raise yo' hands up high
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Yo Funk Flex
what the fuck is the deli my niggee?
This is Nas in yo area
y'all know the signs, right?
Ryhmes, cash, weed, cars,
ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars
Gat slingers now rap singers is
who we are, Nasty to Nas,
Nas to Escobar
Rhymes, cash, da weed, cars,
ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars
Gat slingers now rap singers are
who we are, from Nasty to Nas,
Nas to Escobar
Y'all know this shit right?
We gonna get it right, get high tonight
Funk Flex right? My first tool 22s,
I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels
gold chains, halloween,
we bombed sunday schools
first blunts, cutting class
first wifee had me nothing fast
used to brag about who I had
Always wore a bag on my dick
Pants sagged on my kicks, Converse
Weapons, yellow, and purple magics
Fur had that black shit
shorties jumpin on mattress
97, pockets is fat, rock a soccer cap
Sunday, Yankee hats
God, can he be black, thanks for that
I'm original man, show improve
The mack move right in my hand
Blowdro, murderer, M.O., gone for O
Tinted window, hennessy XO, fuckin' wit Esco
Heavy metal go achoo, yo bless you
Jail niggas go ta hell quicker
lick you wit that hunting shot
Rockin VVS rocks, stylin, wildin
Peace to Queensbridge housin
congratulate flex, five-hundred thousand
SOLD
Fuckin better than gold, nigga
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[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah, you know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece
You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece!
Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time!
[Styles]
I'd rather not breathe than snitch
And I love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip
Hit the rap game what's the dope name
I be a ?chick? named ?Lo Kane?, tellin ma I take her on my own fame
Movin with, entrepeneurs, from the law
Coke sniffin bitches hold the fort it's off the wall
Back to reality my mentality is fatality
Niggaz makin way over they salary
I think way out, like a fifty state lay-out
Dubs me enough in one city to have it spray out
Cartels bring in they coke, havin a weigh out
Kingpins is crowned, blunts is lit
Aiyyo Styles from the streets so a cell ain't shit
Jail ain't shit, God'll just teach me quick
If they put me in a cell then my ghost'll drift
Hold my inf, feel my soul give me the strength
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pop the gat, aim squeeze precisely
Where them niggaz at? Them feds are sheisty
See the problem's that, you way too nice please
Where that coke at? Fuck where it might be
Don't be like me, hard-headed, extroverted
When my gun burn, much hotter than sunburn
You got one turn, I suggest you show
me the stash to the cash and the blow, yo
Wherever I go, my crew, is true to swarm
Got stripes in New York like Yankee uniforms
When I was born, I know I make the world darker
The age of fifteen, tote gats, quick to spark ya
Like Bob Barker, if The Price is Right
Lay your ass down for spite, anybody aight?
Went from eatin no frills cereals with food stamps
to Armani materials, coppin Rembrandts
[Jadakiss]
I got cats to spray for me, honeys that pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
Cats that spray for me, honeys that pay for me
Money that lay for me, mami, pray for me
[Shiek]
Uhh, uhh, talkin to me doin shit for you, try God
Cause after, runnin your cabbage you as good as retard
Mr. Big Style, too cool, I did this to you
Whirlpool maxin, lounge to the end
Elevator, next stop, Tony and LaFrenz
While y'all still fuckin with them twins from Flatte
Somehow Vegas, tryin to strip Stacy Dash
Fuck police talk black I'm the SHIT in New York
Too many supercops nigga, you can have these blocks
And these hoes, with them cheap ass Parasucos
Get some new clothes, then I let you front in my Porsche
And give Jay head, til your squeaky voice turns hoarse
[Jadakiss]
Four minutes and twenty five seconds to your end
You know it be the kiss, grantin your last wish
Everybody wanna know who The Lox is
Cause we ain't spittin nuttin out but that hot shit
Burnin trees, sippin mo', eatin lobsters
Up in the oriental joint, usin chopsticks
Soon we gonna rock gators, hit bitches from Barbados
Then all y'all players gonna hate us
Cause everything we do stay gettin overlooked
Now y'all be shook cause you dealin with real crooks
I can't lie for a while y'all cats was on us
But now, if you can't beat us, join us
We tryin to blow lye with the Sultan of Brunei
In it for the cheddar, Gucci slip-ons and sweaters
Black In-5 with the headers
Andrew Mark be the leathers, mob hats with the feathers
Whatever, Goodfellas, uhh
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[Puff Daddy]
Yo, check this out
I go by the name of Puff Daddy
and I got my man Ma$e
He got somethin to say
[Ma$e]
Yo check this out this Ma$e the Roy Jones of this rap shit
I'm young I'm pretty I'm hittin hard
I'm in the best shape of my life
Niggaz don't wanna get in the ring with me
Word up, this Bad Boy, Harlem on the rise
You don't want a problem with us guys... mmmhmm
[Puff Daddy (starts during 2nd line above of Ma$e)]
Niggaz sayin Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
All I hear is mad more hits and mad more tracks
(repeat 3X)
Niggaz sayin Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
All we make is mad more hits and mad more tracks, c'mon!!
[Ma$e]
You know I can't see less than a E.S., with G.S.V.S. (yeah)
And I won't stop til we rest in Key West (uh-huh)
This be the Ma$e Bad Boy debut (that's right)
Y'all niggaz in the back, steady sayin I'm souped
Your hoes in the front, steady sayin I'm cute (that's right)
Beep me all day just to lay up in the Coupe (ha ha)
I hit fam tell KAM pick me in the Land
Go blow six grand go catch a quick tan
I'm a big trick, drink expensive liquids
I see riches straight from the district (whoo!)
So how you expect you can jerk your check (I don't know)
Then you come home thinkin you deserve the sex
Yo I merk when I jet in convertible Lex
And I move too swift, might hurt your neck (ahaha)
I jump out the Lex with the iceberg sweat
Platinum chain hang with a third of baguettes (c'mon)
This year P niggaz gon fear me, hear me
Wave my treble, put my shit on blazin levels
C'mon niggaz, give em what I got
Since you want butter now you got to take it while it's hot
I wasn't gonna talk but you made this a issue
Now I got to get you, send dog to sick you
Pull a pistol, make all my shots hit you
Rip your tissue, send you place where they miss you
{Puff Daddy repeats in background 2X}
Niggaz sayin Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
All I hear is mad more hits and mad more tracks
Walk the Ave then kiss you, man you wish you
never fucked with Ma$e, his work be official
Can't scar the man with ?don de farges?
That rock, everything from rap to R&B
Oh yeah, nine-seven, won't be your year
Don't go there, it ain't nuff dough here, you can't blow here
Ma$e alone, and with Puff, there's no fear
Bad Boy rule forever, we ain't goin nowhere
What nigga? Bad Boy, Harlem on the rise
{Puff Daddy repeats in background 3X}
All I hear is mad more hits and mad more tracks
Niggaz sayin Bad Boy this and Bad Boy that
My niggaz ?killa KMC or Shiek?
All the niggaz that's down with me, my dynasty
Nine-seven, street team, uhh, what what?
{Puff Daddy}
All I hear is mad more hits and mad more tracks
You bitches!
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Open your eyes see the sight you never saw
Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore
The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together
Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather
Open your eyes see the sight you never saw
Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore
The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together
Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather
The ghetto style and the ghetto behavior
We got the shit for the foes and the neighbors
The house of the elite you know we keep shit street
Really raw like you never saw before, check it Pah
The Funkmaster, wack MC's they get plastered
My man is faster, my shit be out before it's even mastered
So before you even think about a fuckin scrimmage
Take your heads out the clouds and realize we'll diminish
Queens keeper, flexin not a street sweeper
Written in town, Scram Jones in your speaker
Top notch vocal child the microphone or the scuba dives
during the night, and no we ain't the frog
of highlighting, the jam with experience but still fresh
The vibe of Tribe Called Quest, you can't fess
Or fraudulate, I gotta make these chickenheads wait
About to cop this tape, hop in my whip and skate
So hit your nearest location, support your hip-hop nation
And the Flex Foundation
For the pockets, we gettin niggaed you can't stop it
The Abstract the Funkmaster Flex the main topic
So niggy yo you got to hear it better yet to believe it
Cause you can't retrieve it or deceive it
And yo, you got to understand the rhyme
The Funkmaster Flex that's a true man of mine, check it out
Yo yo yo
Say word
Shouts out to my motherfuckin man
For the Boogie Down, on down
The Funkmaster
Rippin shit, hook it up
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Whoooooh!
"Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill" -> Method
[Ras T]
Finally, could it be?
The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z
Extra clips, cases more weights to flip
Some say..
[Funkmaster Flex]
Big shout to the overseer Salaam
"Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill" -> Method
..
* cut and scratched by Flex *
"Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill" -> Method
[Ras T]
Finally, could it be?
The long awaited MC, bustin shots from my drop-Z
Extra clips, cases more weights to flip
Some say that I'ma trip cause Moet I sip
But I'm, gettin money so I live like that
I can't fuck with charity, I don't give like that
But I'm known to take yours if mines ain't enough
Armed robbery is how, I got free stuff
The black assassin smash a niggaz grill
I beat yo' ass down til your girl say chill
or I could be real mean and rip out your spleen
and push your wig way back to bell bottom jeans
Niggaz fiend, for the rhymes that I kick
You say I'm not the best, you wanna bet me a brick?
And I'll bet you leave here mad and broke
Now explain to your man how you lost his coke
Pockets is mad broke, you bein big at rabbit ears
He'll have you runnin through the desert
with less than underwear
That Queens villain, illin again
Ras T's on the mic with the braids and Timbs
"Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow"
"For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel" -> Meth
"Got to get that dough, with that ill type flow"
"For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue .." -> Meth
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Funkmaster Flex Intro:
Aiight 60 minutes of funk. B-Side flava.
Big shout to the overseer Shalaam,
big shout to my man Rasta T.
Funk Flex from the BX. Aiight!
Rasta T:
Infared on top of glocks make the murder docks hot
Now me and Sire got to set up shop
Off a 1-9-8 get our shit straight
Outta state
Cause in New York we eatin' off of paper plates
and that don't hold much weight
So we made a power move for some short keys
Heard of Cool Ds but baby clean with the cheese
Now we off to Tennessees
Where the niggas think we coocoo
The town drink Yoohoo
But the money comes in beaucoup amounts
I can't count all the cream that I seen
But now this gangsta leads with mad cream in his jeans
Graduated from stick ups to makin' big money pick ups
Got dimes that keep my dick up got sons that lift my bricks up
And transport the weight in about every state
A nigga buy four give 'em eight
And get the cheese and lay the date
Rasta T Costalano
I'm servin' more customers than McDonalds
From dope fiends to winos
But you know the final
Outcome
Dad to be shady
A nigga tried to creep me and sleep me with the 380
A good thing he grazed me on the side of my neck
Cause there is this chick I met that I haven't hit yet
And besides that I'm the Queens hero, Rast T
Can't be lettin' no chumps get no points off me
So when I see you kid it's on you can bet your loot
Or better yet save your cash for your funeral suit
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(Redman)
Microphone coming down when I have to tweak ya
(Break ya) ass, blow your ass one time, peace ta
Dj Twiz, I will leave your ass blind
Cause the ruckus for all you muthafukas
Don't you know me and Method Man jam like smuckers
All you fools out there wanna test these theives
You better come down wit the buddah bless then freeze
And gimme all your loot and your weed muthafuka
You just a cheesy ass sleeve of the grass, blow your ass
Fill the blast from the past when I smoke the hash
It's that Funk Doctor Spock, got it lock
Methtical, get on the mic right now
(Method Man)
My rap guns be blazing, trails, I'm hard as nails
Society's the cage, got me locked down in hell
My mental the track from the shadows of rap
Casualties cuz my reality is strapped
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
Hurt so good, Ow, take it to the Ow, Methtical
Bring it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you wanna get high
Now open that high shit, I be choking
What's that shit that they be smoking, Tical
(Both)
Yea, word up, 1996 in your ass, in your ass, Funkmaster Flex
Funkmaster Flex, complilation freestyle album, freestyle in your ass
In your ass, in your ass, nigga, anybody out there wanna bring it
Bring it, bring it on, bring it on
(Redman)
We got lyrics for years for all you fuking peers
Now you think muthafukas grate to you ears
That's the freestyle, proclaim your name
Who's that nigga smoking Buddah on the A train
(Method Man)
It's the Funk Doctor Spock, rock the spot, word up
Coming through, got the glock to your headpiece, what
Release, what, tension, when I mention
Niggaz gave no competition to this shit we got here
The real shit, terror to your ear, feel the fear
Coming down, now up the atmosphere, what we doing
Up your spine, move the back, recline
Say some shit that make you wanna get high
(Both)
Word up, how high muthafuka, 1996, peace
Def Squad and Wu-Tang up in this bitch, yea, 1996 shootout
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[from the end of the last track]
This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo, comin to ya' live
1996 to 97', Funkmaster Flex!
[Redman talking]
I got tic tacs in my mouth with a big dick
but it dont matter, we representin, on some
real shit, Def Squad, coming to ya live
splittin these peas from a pod
yo, K-Solo, drop 1 one time!
[K-Solo]
A breaka breaka, one-nine, site
get off the dappa-vine, guess who's back to shine?
[Redman]
I wish I won the lotterry
So I could tell niggas to suck dick out of animosity
And freeze em' like pottery, and give labotomies
To all you rap colonies, and shut your million dollar investment to economy
Impossibly, might be the one in black leather
Nametag sayin "caution when wet by the track wetter"
the hash spreader, I love the grimey shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back wit her
Three years for carryin a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga BLOW! when he lands one
To your cranium, that red dot on your forehead is not cause your Arabian
Watch what you say to him! you caught up in a tight situation
I should start erasin, your whole organization for making
wack tunes, while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come closer if I gave you my booking agent
or producer, royalty points, 12-shot loaded luger
Even a crowd to get you sooped up, your still wack
I peel caps, on the regular
destroy MCs ecetera, move like the Predator
Fuck you, your label, moms, and your editor
give you two to the jugular, blood be spreaded
all on my shirt, it's the king of the blurt shittin
bitches hit me off more than New Edition
TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN! TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN!
I make your heart skip a beat from the steel phyhique!
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[Shaq]
Funkmaster, Big Dawg
Flex, Sonja Blade
Freestyle, uhh, uhh
Wha-wha-what-what?
Show your best, Shaq shit'll blow your chest
Go through your vest one time flow correct
Brick City style talk with flair, walk on air
Sumo, your Halle Berry coochie wear was just a rumor
Crazy raw, blaze the hardwood floors
Shut out a whole country two, days before
Slay your whore, like you never heard of the man
Rap, Roberto Duran, you, Davy Moore
So much dough, I could buy a third of the land
Crash my Jeep jump out, my Suburban you ran
If you ask me, Shaq ain't flashy
One piece of platinum make my whole body ashy
Nigga what?
[Sonja Blade]
Uhh, yo
It's the sty' thing, I'm a feast, you fried wings
Sonja Blade gettin more light than your high beams
It's over, when I spit my words I make it dark
like an eclipse occurred when my click emerge
I flip you birds, not a gravedigga but I getcha shit
then serve, y'all know that this chick's disturbed
I spit superb, so ill, and so real
While you no frills with no deals I hold steel (BLOW)
And if I don't kill you, bet the flows will
For my niggaz that ain't here I'm lettin the Mo' spill
Briefcases of cough, like a coke deal
Uncut verses, nuttin but dope skill
Can't fill my shoes, beyond complicated
All them big gats you got they confiscated
Contemplate, I'm the shit, and you constipated
I slaughter all cause y'all water got it concentrated
See that? Funk Flex, Shaq Dog, Sonja Blade, Redrum
How we do, nine-eight, uhh
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*phone rings twice*
[Rick] Hello?
[Lisa] Hi Rick, it's me Mona Lisa
[Rick] Hey what's goin on, how you?
[Lisa] You remember me right, right before ? all that?
How's your moms, how's everything?
[Rick] Yeah chillin chillin, she's fine, she's fine
[Lisa] Oh, that's good, that's good
So whassup witchu?
[Rick] Yeah, I'm tryin to maintain, y'know
[Lisa] When you gonna come out with another album?
[Rick] I'ma star now, I'ma start new shit
[Lisa] It's sad, you played yourself though
[Rick] Yeah I'ma be on Flex album
[Lisa] Tsshk, Funkmaster Flex?
[Rick] Volume uhh volume three I think?
[Lisa] Funkmaster Flex that be on the radio?
[Rick] YEAH Funkmaster YEAH
The Funkmaster Flex that be on Hot 97
[Lisa] You serious?
[Rick] I'm tellin you, aight watch this
[Lisa] So how it sound, it sound good?
[Rick] It's aight y'know, you gotta judge for yourself and shit
[Lisa] Mmmm, let me hear a little then
*"Mona Lisa* beat kicks in*
So, dick a lot of mine, or stick to
and yet to see a motherfucker shine like Rick do
Just to stand beside the Don as is
will make you appear bigger than your bum ass is
"Well I'm feelin it, cash flow's climbin"
Where? In what project asshole, find him
"There there" You fake Frederic hush
Not the only, beneath me, degenerate CRUSH
Fact is, a lot of brothers wanna cap this
head, or should I say, nerve center of the rap biz
(Work it out Rick!) When Rick's around ?
You round piece of dog shit, gotten the point now?
Burnt out, inflicted, turn out a chick quick
And big nosed rappers, suck sperm out of Rick's dick
Son, the nigga is a bum
And this old man, he plays one..
[Rick] So, what did you think of that now?
[Lisa] Oh shit, okay, okay
[Rick] Huh, am I it, am I still makin hits?
[Lisa] I underestimated you, you the man
[Rick] Thank you sweetheart that's nice, I appreciate that
[Lisa] You the man nigga -- say you still with that same girl?
[Rick] Yeah I'm still with here y'know
[Lisa] Gonna hook up with me again?
[Rick] C'mon you know I can't fuck with that..
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You are now tuned in to the Golden state
To all my niguhs on the streets and behind closed gates
Continue to maintain daily and carry the weight
And all my folks on the outside continue to rise
Finally released to the rest of the nation, anticipation
Was killin' me, my niguh Flex said niguhs is feelin' me
Larger than life baby with crazy respect
You know these Alkaholik niguhs guaranteed to get you wet
Don't sweat the technique cause I was put on the street
To delete the weak minded, if you've got beef then grind it
Most niggaz is blinded by the glamour and glitz
But I don't fuck with that shit
Your only dope was your last hit
Constantly lit up from the place where we hit 'em
In the wrong hair dresser have you leavin' in an ambulance stretcher
Xzibit heard a thousand strikes
I give a fuck about five mics, and kerosine lights
All I need is my royalty checks my ice cold Becks
So bitch you dig ruff sex with Funkmaster Flex
Bringin' it live from my tape deck from N.Y.C.
To the We.S.T. switch the X to the Z
You are now tuned in to the Golden state
To all my niggaz on the streets and behind closed gates
Continue to maintain daily and carry the wieght
And all my folks on the outside continue to rise
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[Halford/Downing/Tipton]
Fast and furious
We ride the universe
To carve a road for us
That slices every curve in sight
We accelerate,
No time to hesitate
This load will detonate
Whoever would
Contend its right
Born to lead
At breakneck speed
With high octane
We're spitting flames
Freewheel burning
On we catapult
We're thrusting to the hilt
Unearthing every fault
Go headlong into any dare
We don't accept defeat
We never will retreat
We blaze with scorching heat
Obliterations everywhere
Look before you leap
Has never been the way we keep
Our road is free
Charging to the top
And never give in never stops
The Way to be
Hold on to the lead
With all your will and concede
You'll find there's life
With victory on high
Freewheel Burning
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Fast and furious we ride the universe
To carve a road for us that slices every curve in sight
We accelerate, no time to hesitate
This load will detonate whoever would condemn this right
Born to lead at breakneck speed with high octane
We’re spitting flames freewheel burning
On we catapult, we’re thrusting to the hilt
Unearthing every fault, go headlong into any dare
We don’t accept defeat, we never will retreat
We blaze with scorching heat obliterations everywhere
Look before you leap has never been the way we keep
Our road is free
Charging to the top
And never give in never stops the way to be
Hold on to the lead with all your will and concede
You’ll find there’s life with victory on high.
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Well, I never saw someone like you before
But I guess
Cause I know me that I won't ask you before
You've reached the door so please
Freeze for me
Freeze for me
Freeze for me
And don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Wait, until I've found the words I'd like to say
Today's the day
Stay, just one more second
Ok, I'm on the line
Always straight but always late
So freeze for me
Freeze for me
Freeze for me
And don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
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