it's funky...alright As long as it's funky...alright...okay As long as it's funky...funky for you now I style for the ohhh - wild for the ohhh Baby
and raw for you and yours, for you and yours You got the C to the, cold-blooded cold-blooded, hard-core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw for you and yours
your breath before you hyperventilate for air you gots it, your best bet is to take an aspirin I bash it, crash it now you know so stop askin Cause when you
stop drinkin ale, the booty probably smell Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you
blinking My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking I get funky for sure while you're *sniff* unsure If you got beef, chief, then let
como sta? Money keep comin in Only time I had my back was who had love for em You ain't no love for em You ain't no love for em I'm running up and dumpin
s the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You
show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you
smart invincible like a professor son, with a high IQ The things I do, keep you confused Refuse to lose, make you feel the blues Touch your sole son, yes you
mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You
like rapublican Rap rap como sta? Money keep comin in Only time I had my back was who had love for em You ain't no love for em You ain't no love for em
invincible like a professor son, with a high IQ The things I do, keep you confused Refuse to lose, make you feel the blues Touch your sole son, yes you
[?] We represent, our past tense of rhymes of course, which make sense But you claim to me you can't hear it Because your brain is dumb and you're illiterate
this [Chorus:] check it out people whoever you are whoever you with where ever you at where ever you from where ever you goin i'm 'on' put you up on
me And that I was feeling [Cale Sampson:] Let me take a trip down memory lane To 1994 when Tical brang the pain When all I needed was Common Sense And
Common sense dropped cause I truly love the hip hop (Beatboxing) I even like to beatbox In the morning, I'm usually yawning Then I'm kicking crazy rhymes until the break of dawning Cause I know and you