| Before I start this jam
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| Hold up, let me tell you who I am
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| I’m Mr. Funkee
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| AKA The Motherfucking Man
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| That’s right the man
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| Girlfriend got her knocked up
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| Big money clocker, Chief Rocka, boot knocker
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| MC’s are on their knees, MC’s I’m locking 'em in my trunk and
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| The Funk is no punk and I kick Donuts like Dunkin'
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| People scream «Oooh aah» because what the Lords did
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| I’m liver than 355 newborn kids
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| Then somebody tests me, there’s guaranteed a trial
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| They gotta burn like the to be half as good as I am
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| So bottom line look out for and try to test me and
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| Funkee Man will walk all over your ass like a pedestrian
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| Not the type of kid that you get over on brother
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| You talk about me? |
| I talk about your mother
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| No need to sweat a record, Funkee Man packs mad skills
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| I got a book of rhymes that stretch from here to the Catskill’s
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| I guess you thought you scared me with your ass like hokey spooky
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| You need to get a Pamper, cause the stuff you wrote was dookie
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| I know that when you wanted to touch the vital part
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| As soon as you open your mouth your breath starts stinking
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| Sorry you’ve been had, see my style is simply mad
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| If rap was parenthood, you might have to call me dad
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| Or grandpop, my is crazy long and I’m
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| Hoping to make you part of this cause yo you ain’t that fly
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| Mad skills, mad skills
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| Yeah you know we got 'em
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| Mad skills, mad skills
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| Yep, yep we got 'em
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| Oh my God, or my Lord
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| One stomp, two stomp
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| Chomp, chomp, chomp that’s how I eat my comp'
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| DoItAll has got style so dig it, dig it
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| (DoItAll, DoItAll!)
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| What?
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| (Go 'head and kick it!)
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| I am what I am so I guess I’m just flam
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| And slam like lightening so I say «Shazam»
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| I’m different
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| So don’t compare me to another
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| But call an undertaker cause I’m burying motherfuckers
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| At hype shows, the beat rose from Check It to Psycho
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| You might wanna turn your head before I tug my nuts low
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| Last kid who stepped up, got strangled with the mic cord
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| (Haha, straighten that ass out like an ironing board)
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| Noooow, no no no, I’m not with the bullshit
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| DoItAll and Funkee Man come equipped
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| With the tech of my nine and nine mil' clip
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| But not from the barrel it’s straight from the lips
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| So back up brother
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| My tongue is blasting
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| I’ll eat that ass today and tomorrow I’m fasting
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| MC’s can not see this, I’m like a chameleon
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| On a scale to one to ten I’m like a nine (million!)
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| They told you I was nice then they didn’t tell no lies
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| I’m better with the mic than your grandma is with pies
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| Just hand me the mic, it’s guaranteed that I will rock it
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| I got so many skills that they’re falling out my pocket
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| If stepping to us is wrong then I don’t know what y’all be thinking
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| They call me Mr. Funkee Man but you’re the one who’s stinking
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| Then talk behind our back like you’re better than somebody
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| But yo man when I catch you, I hope you know karate
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| Or Tae Kwon Do or Judo
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| Kick boxing or Jujitsu
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| You better learn something quick cause Funkee’s coming to get you
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| I swan kick Bruce Lee and slam Lex Luger
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| MC’s are scared of me so they should call me Funkee Kruger
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| Noooow I’m the rapper assuming to give them daily allowances
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| If rap was body weight you’d weigh like two pounds, three ounces
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| What ya needed?
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| I’m undefeated
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| What you expect?
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| So many titles under my belt I gotta wear it on my neck |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Madd Skillz , by - Lords Of The Underground. Song from the album Here Come the Lords, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп