| In the beginning
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| There was total darkness
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| And out of this darkness
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| There came a word called funk
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| From the high trinity of funk
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| Three undeniable geniuses
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| The godfather himself, James Brown
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| The funk master, George Clinton
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| And the funk teacher, Bootsy Collins
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| Just that word funk
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| Represented all that was funky
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| And funked up in the world
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| So it was kept out of the mainstream
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| Of the so-called civilized or deoderized world
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| The one looked down upon us
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| And saw sir nose
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| BE void of funk and said
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| «This is not good for humans to be funkless
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| And separated from the one
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| You see, one is not a lonely number
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| When it contains the essence of all that is»
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| The one said «I will send
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| The spirit of the funk on down
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| In the flesh of George Clinton
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| To triumph over this funkless
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| Invader of organized chaos»
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| Then with a blast from his funk gun
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| George reached out his hand and began to speak
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| In an unknown funked up tone
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| No one on Earth understood this P. Funk language
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| No one except his personal funked up disciples
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| And they were sent out all
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| Around the world for the funk
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| «Who me? |
| I’m yo' brother and funk man
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| Cornell West, yes, bringing you the good funkin' news» |