Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funky Beat, artist - SRNO.
Date of issue: 18.07.2016
Song language: English
Funky Beat |
Extra, extra read all about it |
Whodini drops another one in everybody’s face |
And dig it, they call this one Grandmaster Dee’s «Funky Beat» |
Film at 11 |
Funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Right here and now, I do declare |
This to be the new funky beat of the year |
If you want a funky beat, why not use mine? |
I be rocking funky beats, all the time |
So now’s the time, and this is the chance |
Cause the next record might not make you dance |
Cause funk ain’t nothing but a four letter word |
That’s often spelled but seldom heard |
Listen to the bass drum hit the ground |
The bass sounds like it weighs at least a pound |
You heard the drum roll, there was a glare in your eye |
But tell me the truth, are you that surprised? |
We make beats with rhythm and rhythm with beats |
Hear my records in the clubs, as well as the streets |
So to all you emcees, that’s looking for an idol |
Jalil is my name, Master Rapper’s my title |
This beat here will be served and deserved |
We’ll rock on point, and turn all curves |
We’ll rock every beat with the greatest of ease |
And if you try and drum roll us — we’ll bob and weave |
We’ll slip and slurk, tear off our shirt |
Just to show you what it’s like when a rapper’s at work |
So from now until the man who we feel |
Is gonna go rocking on the wheels of steel |
Grandmaster Dee, hit me! |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Now you heard DJ’s on the record scratch |
But how many have you heard bust a rap? |
My DJ, Grandmaster Dee |
He raps on the mic with Ecstasy and me |
And when we’re at the party, we turn it out |
Cause that’s what Whodini is all about |
I am the rapper that they call Jalil |
Master Dee is the one on the wheels of steel |
Behind the turntable, one and two |
Something from Whodini, special for you (yo) |
You (yo) you (yo) you (yo) you (yo) |
You, you, you, yo' Drew! |
Yo last Fresh Fest I was rockin «Good Times» |
This Fresh Fest I’m busting out rhymes |
When I’m on the set I take total control |
I rock your mind, yo' feet, your body, your soul |
Other DJs may stop and stare |
But when I’m on the set, I show no fear |
I rock the beat because it is bad |
Jam the other the DJs know that I am |
Def, def, def, def, yo Ex! |
The point we tried to make, is simple |
On the turntables he’s quick and nimble |
Since he’s here we’re gonna prove our point |
Now that Whodini’s inside the joint |
Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn |
There are three of us, and we’re all good looking |
Young ladies hearts, we’re sho' to win |
Cause like five plus five we equal ten |
So easy on the tweeter, heavy on the bass |
With some help from Master Dee we’re gonna rock |
My time is up, it’s on you Jalil |
All DJs aren’t created equal |
To this rap there will be no sequel |
People like you must understand |
That all rap groups don’t need no band |
All we need in order to achieve |
Is some help from the Master you better believe |
And you’ll get results, and not insults |
And that’s the way our business is dealt |
The words we speak are so explicit |
We rock from the Atlantic to the Pacific |
We’re the men with the international beeper |
But call us at night because our rates are cheaper |
And it’s our intent to represent |
The DJ that’ll give you one hundred percent |
Mo' excitement than a one man band |
Too good to be great so we call the man Grand |
Master Dee |
Ooh-wee! |
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Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat |
Funky beat |