Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Got the Funk, artist - Phife Dawg. Date of issue: 09.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Got the Funk |
| Passengers all aboard this Brooklyn-Queens express |
| We got the Sound and Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest |
| Just in case some non-believers might contest this bout |
| We’ll be sparking paper MCs on the low cool route |
| Some blame complexity, be rhyming from the dictionairy |
| I rhyme from memory its all in the chemistry |
| Peter channel did he doubt the host with the most |
| Roasting niggas from the star to the Ivory Coast |
| Some say they explodin', but they be implodin' |
| I block out evil eyes and leave 'em blinded like Odin |
| So get that 20/20 I’m a deeper visionary |
| I see through adversaries, and all their petty worries |
| This bitch called Wanda had me locked like an anaconda |
| I used to ponder, the ways that I could get beyond her |
| Her brother used to front but beef he used to want not |
| I had him fighting like a slave on an auction block |
| Hey Miss Behavin when I’m blowing up your safe haven |
| No better yet I’m haunting whack MCs like Wes Craven |
| Or Clyde Barker, the dread I rode with is darker |
| And damper this is rockin' wilder beats and parkers |
| Yeah yeah it’s the world’s greatest five footer |
| Phife Dawg in the place to be |
| With my diabetic partner Beetle, kno' what I’m sayin'? |
| SOS in effect, I got the nikes on my feet and a knick jersey on |
| So check it out |
| Phife Dawg will hit you off with some rugg dat shit |
| Pass me the mic and watch us get intimate |
| Not only does it walk with me it talks to me |
| Pats me on the back and says: |
| 'Son that was a job well done' |
| Why thank you, I’m glad I can be of great service |
| Cause its mad MCs out there nowadays that sound nervous |
| Life is too short to be sounding like a novice |
| You can’t MC then get the fuck out my office |
| Niggas is like: 'Oh my Lord it can’t be him again!' |
| Biting my style like a wolverine from Michigan |
| When I see a mic my dick gets stiffer than a mannequin |
| Been poppin' shit since the tender age of friggin' ten |
| After the share I’m sure that the people will be plexed with me |
| Especially, if they know they have no strategy |
| Don’t mess with me I’m the one that you don’t wanna see |
| You know my name, you must be drunk off fuckin' Henessy |
| Remember me, back in the days you didn’t check for me |
| Play me out like as if my name was friggin' Stanley |
| All of a sudden I’m more famous than anus |
| ???have brand new gayness? |
| Or better yet the virus |
| Kid don’t even try it, just keep your monkey ass quiet |
| Fuck around with me you take a loss 4 years in a row like the bill |
| So you better chill, word |
| I got more whizz than George pallace |
| Or better yet Tom Landry in his years out on Dallas |
| Creative on my own, never had the urge to borrow |
| And if you don’t believe me you can ask my girl tomorrow |
| About the wordplay, yes, peace to SOS |
| East Coast forever boy, cause the rest can’t test |
| What you cowards know about that nigga rhyme flow |
| That’s cooler than the tundra, and eviler than Mumra |
| I’m in that zonin' mode, 7−0-1's the area code |
| Me and Chamby higher than the lizard and the toad |
| Verbal mojo, my flow be magic like Orlando |
| If shit gets thick, i got the fuckin' madness clique |
| I smoke I smoke, I roll on niggas like a boulder |
| Murderer, too much blood up on your shoulder |
| When my metaphors spill I dunk on punks like grand will |
| My uncanny vocab skills have doctors saying that im ill |
| But I ain’t sick I’m very healthy |
| And hope that rap makes me wealthy |
| Fuck a buck and a dream |
| I got a partner and a production team |
| We got the flows so say that you’ll win battles chump |
| Verbally you’re just a punk |
| That’s how battleships get sunk |
| So recognize the mental when I step inside the center |
| Cause rappin’s just a job, being a jigga’s an adventure |