Funkmaster Flex

(Funkmaster Flex)
Yeah - keep it moving, get it bouncing
Funk Flex - you know how the f**k I get down
Shout to The Tunnel nigga
You know I mean - you know how I do each and every Sunday
Shout to Franchise - shout to my nigga Pete (???)
Sixty minutes of Funk volume four - In Essence
LETS GO BABAY!

(In Essence)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine, you will never find)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine, oh)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (check this)

I was at two thirty-third and White Plains
Me and my boy - we was riding the train
I saw you! (saw you) Whoa - oh ohh
You were with - (Robby) and (Robby) and
(Mike - are those the type of guys that you like?)
I know you feel me
Was what you want will never be, you'll never find



You will never find another lover like (no!)
You will never find another lover like (noo!)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (you'll never find)
You will never find another lover like (oh, ohhh)
You will never find another lover like (nooo)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (ah)

I heard he's paying your bills
Tell me can you give me those thrills
My love (my love) is better (is better)
never (never) measure (measure)

(Fall and hard and why?
You'll never find a love like mine)
I know you heard me, cause what you want he'll never be!

You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another lover like (mine)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine, never find!)
You will never find another lover like (mine, oh no)
You will never find another lover like (mine, no)
You will never find another love to cum and when its done you'll
never find another lover like (mine)

(feat. Eminem)

[Chorus: Eminem]
My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
My words are weapons
I never show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

My words are weapons
I use 'em to crush my opponents
These words are weapons
I never did show no emotion
My words are weapons
I use 'em to kill whoever's steppin to me
My words are like weaponry on a record

[Eminem]
Yo, the rage I release on a page
Is like a demon unleashed in a cage
Lunatic, soon as I hit the stage
My mind is like a fuckin stick of dynamite
Onen I get behind the mic
It's like the wick is lit you bitches die tonight
My nine is like a guidin light at night shinin bright
My fuckin grip is tighter than my wife's vagina, psych
These cock-suckin cops got my Smith-N-Wesson
I guess it's time to pick a different weapon, man the shit's depressin
But Swift is getting me a new one for a Christmas present
(Swift: "Come on Slim, let's go and teach this fuckin bitch a lesson")
They managed to confiscate the pistol that I brandish
But my plan is to use this bullshit to my advantage
Shady stay creative baby hold your head up, don't you let up
One bit on these motherfuckin suckers you're a soldier +GET UP+
STAND UP FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN, LONG AS YOU BREATHIN
THEY JEALOUS OF YOU MAN THAT'S THE ONLY REASON THEY BEEFIN!

[Chorus]

[Swifty McVeigh]
It's that Dirty Dozen renegade
You done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38'sll move your shit up out the way
You niggas wont forget about McVeigh; you got somethin to say?
Let it out today or watch these bullets spray
From these ten black fingers huggin these deadly millimeters
That'll make Jeff Dahmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor
See I'm +Dirty+, so I ain't gotta buy a pistol cleaner
An official beater, don't let me see you with yo' heater
You gets whipped with it, tell them motherfuckers Swift did it
You packin somethin special in your crib then bitch get it
I'm physically fitted to run yo' digits, I'm hostile (uh-huh)
With this Roscoe pointed up your nostrils
You get splitted and guess what, I'm blowin up the hospital
And wouldn't give a fuck if you a cop or a hoe
I'm Hannibal Lector, the spinal cord disconnector
Findin whores to lock 'em up in motels to inject 'em

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
I'm eatin crews like I'm Hannibal
There's no way I can be the gay rapper
(Eminem: Why not?) I only fuck animals (Oh! Ha-ha)
Stupid trick got my dick startin to itch
Went to my mother's grave site, called her a stupid bitch
One on one in this bloodsport
I'm in divorce court, sold my bitch off a pack of Newports
(Your honor!) Six times I been arrested; how would you feel
If you was a Jehovah witness that always got molested?
(It happens) I'm smokin dank drikin drank
I can't have any kids cause I'm fuckin shootin blanks!
Don't you know Bizarre don't give a fuck?!
Nicole's a whore - I'm glad O.J. murdered the slut (uhh!)
Responsibility - I'm negligent
Bill Clinton's a fag, should be stabbed
Let Richard Simmons be the President (ohh HEYY!!)
Call me a weirdo, call me Bi-zarre
While I stick it up yo' ass while you shittin diarrhea

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yo!

(Rampage)
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush
Speak up
The word on the street is the Rampage return
Uh

(Busta)
Hah, one time, two times, three times (no doubt), four times
All my real live soldiers throw your hands up
All my real live women throw your hands up
All my real strong bustas throw your hands up
All my real live players throw your hands up
Hah!

(Rampage)
Check it out, like this y'all
The heavyweight Brooklyn bomber that can't rest
Love success, I'm gettin money progress
Travellin for free from state to state
That's how I get my idea to create
I'm live motivate, I keep on movin, it's been FUBU
I make Def Jams like Rick Rubin
I stay on my tippy toes wreckin shows, I'm too slow
You can't peep my ill flow in this Burning Zone
Keep low like an Eskimo
Askin' people, still carry my flow, open the do'
It's the real outlaw, from Flatbush to South Shore
Givin you more and more
I just came home from tour
It's my time to burn to explore
I'm comin through the floor with Low X
I'm fully gassed to the max movin stacks, no fakin jacks
I'm the baddest man on the wax
Messin around with my Squad, you get taxed
Shittin' Ex-Lax, on hot tracks, I can't relax
Breakin' backs, with my NFL Quarterbacks
Flipmode deep we bring good things to light
Put down your gun and light
I'm in it to win it
plus I'm wildin for da night

(Busta)
All my muthaf**kas in the place to be
you feel right, throw your hands up
WE GETTIN WILD FOR DA NIGHT
Niggas in the place, if you wanna fight
Serious let's get busy cause we
WILD FOR DA NIGHT
My Flipmode niggas gettin
WILD FOR DA NIGHT
Niggas in New York gettin
WILD FOR DA NIGHT
My niggas in the West gettin
WILD FOR DA NIGHT

(Noreaga - talking)
Lets keep it grimy! (get with that shit)
What y'all niggaz get man?
What y'all gets murder unit (murder unit)
or burn unit (burn unit)
Get a real f**kin life unit (real life f**kin unit)
A real unit; a motherf**kin, CNN shit (CNN!)
My nigga Swift on the motherf**kin fours (fours)
We thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
(Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga)
(N) I say I don't really give a f**k
(C) Why do don't really give the f**k?
(N) Cause I don't really give a f**k
(C) So we don't really give the f**k
(N) You gon' roll with me?
(C) Hell yeah
(N) What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
(C) Hell yeah
(N) What son what!? You gon' roll with me?
(C) Hell yeah
(N) What son what!? You gon' ride with me?
(C) Hell yeah
(N) What son what!? You gon' die with me?
(C) Hell yeah
(N) What son what!?
(Capone)
Right every bill I stack another war, story and track
Settle down for money; hungry cats peddle the crack
Some strive to be the man but never make it that's the granted further
What part you playin the game, who gonna slash worker
Some'll pray to Jesus, I pray to Jes to free us
Don't look for bail Rufus bail Criminal Court
When a judge holla Father you sure?
Cats never sent a nigga to jail, they send him bail
I been as real as I stealin free lunch
I got the greats from this old man give me hearse and,
I made a move from a plan scauwered new land (f**k a blue van)
My shoes bang, ficticious niggaz, walk in the path that I lead (I lead)
Do crime in New York, money and murder
Gentleman talk, ball like Atlanta Hawk
No respect, this on the stacks of the court
I started off in the street thing, triple it's on
(Chorus)
(M.A.Z.E.)
Ya niggaz livin a lie, spittin the same
Its no room, no BI for y'all in the game
See me I, stay where it pop
Off the chain like my diss and it rocks
Movin the same is the strippin the spot
I'm hot, rock glizzery from the bottom to top
Grizzy, don't let it pop, didn't he spy on these hoes
To piss off the killer in me
Me and six will slick through it (through it)
Bronx river to the con do it
I see Don P calm as me, like spazin dead on your cheek
Like green to my eye, shit, write it down sincere
Get to say my name in the air
Niggaz pipe down, put they mic down
Niggaz scared that we ain't even drop yet
Yet this year we show ya all who the hottest (hottest)


The projects, I rep to my death (rep it nigga!)
X'd out hoes, we regulate (X'd out hoes!)
We ain't sharin or fillin 'boes; see how we go?
(Chorus) - with Noreaga adlibs
(Noreaga)
Keep the Mac under the seat
To fast niggaz ready to creep
And my niggaz stayin with heat
Like the hook go - what son what!?
Like the shit go - what son what!?
See me in the hood though
With a hood though, with a little puppet
And we doing no good though
Pussy sub, pussy sub, through the club
Niggaz don't need no math
I rather, get head, I don't need no ass
F**k all of y'all, y'all don't really rep for me
I mean you, and you ain't the set for me
I'm in different vicinities, gettin high with your enemies
So niggaz better stop playin
Before I get the M-One and just start sprayin
Keep your block on lock, so now you go
Nigga, I sell bricks like my name Alpo
(Chorus)
(Mussolini)
It's no rumor what you hear about us in clubs
Or freight some young Blood
No vest protect the shot for your mug
Snake niggaz hear the move, every chance they get
Rap niggaz I'ma dead 'em on the advance they get
Hustlin niggaz, I catch y'all Uptown
Soon as papi hit you, I'm right behind you holding it down
Ya niggaz, got it confused
Pop bottles and boo's
Might fit, make you come out of your jewels
A little more richer
Every sixteenth spit a little more sicker
Rap for M.A.Z.E. cause that's my nigga
I spit it for the streets
My bitches and freaks, lacking four to twenty G's
Thugging every week, stylin out, Violator I'm wildin out
MU and thugged out, them hoes talkin about
We off the yell dogg, the entire know this song
Cause me and M.A.Z.E. bet fire, thugged out strong, motherf**ker
(Chorus)
(Norega)
Huh? Huh? We say what son what!?
Huh? What? Yeah (stop playing.. motherf**ker)
Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Yeah, yeah; we say what son what!?
Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah yeah, we say what son what!?
Burn unit, burn unit; my nigga Swift on the motherf**kin four's
What what?
{*Noreaga continues to adlib in background*}
(Funkmaster Flex - over end of Noreaga)
Yeah, Capone-N-Nore baby!
Thugged Out! Shout to Martin Moore
Shout to my man Gina
Things is happenin baby
Sixty Minutes of Funk Volume Four (okay)
Shout to Irv Gotti (ill sound, murder)

(feat. Bad Seed)

(The Bad Seed)
Uh
Let's go
Here we go, uh
Here we go y'all
Here we go y'all
Once again, yeah
Who better nigga
Let's go

Nope, I never got locked up
Never got shot up
But fuck around though
Beat your whole damn block up
Find your bitch knocked up
Cee keep it cocked up
I'm sick call the doctor
Beat the shit out ya
Beef I don't sweat that
Niggaz wanna dead that
They come home, find a bullet in they girl head rack
UHHNNH
How you love that
What happened to dem thug cats
With all the gats niggaz gettin in club at
Now I done fucked up
I done caught y'all frontin
Get your jaw tapped up
Get your chin bone buzzin
You can't squad me
Now your all alone cousin
The kids got no pops, wife no husband
God damn shame though
It's not a game though
Why y'all act like you don't know my fuckin name though
It's BAD SEED
Style off the chain yo
Only close my eyes when I'm gettin brains yo
It's like UHHNNH
Thought it was a game huh
Didn't know the name huh
UHHNNH
It's like (it's like)
UHHNNH
Still for the kids though
Niggaz let your clips off
UHHNNH
It's like
UHHNNH
Bitches take your thong off
Shake yo stank ass baby girl it's a song off
It's like (it's like)
UHHNNH
Meet me at the ballcourt
Blow shorty back out till she had to crawl out (crawl out)

[Funkmaster Flex]
Oh shit, shoutout to f**king Queens baby
(To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers)

[DMX]
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
get down like what, get down like what

All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what


All my niggas get down like what,
get down like, down like, down like what

All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
get down like what, get down like what

All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what
All my niggas get down like what,
spit that hydro ghetto shit

(feat. Nature)

Turn your Radios Up, Turn Your Radios Up
This that one right here I was telling yall niggas about
That Nature shit
(Queens Bridge)
That Flex shit
(We gonna beat yall in yall fucking heads)
That direct shit

[verse 1]
A yo, a yo, a yo, a yo,
I rock a short sleeve shirts and long sleeve shirts
Your freestyles hot though you songs need work.
Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth
Every 16 I drop a concrete verse.
Smack is just like a brick to a skull more slicker that dull
Queens bridge nigga hit you for sure.
Change the locks on your door niggas still get through
It ain't a muthafucking thing I ain't willing to do (home boy)
It ain't no killer in you ya hand cuffed
F there (???) don't make me tear that ass up
We could do it all day until we winded or injured
Sit back and have a few drinks and maybe
She pushed the issue I push you deep in grave
Wilder than a Puerto Rican parade
Keep the thing wit me all the time even when I'm going to court
I'm prepared I don't know what you thought
Yall don't here me though

[chorus x1]
Never been afraid, nigga never once told
Catch me in the projects in you want cold
Catch me in the mic room if you want hits so what you want bitch I know you want this

[verse2]
A yo A yo A yo
I know the roaches get big, the showers stay cold
The clinic stay packed, the power stay sold
Niggas showing off no matter how much they sold
Fuck the cops, they fowler than us and they know
They just pick a nigga, cuff a nigga
Run em in do the same to another nigga
Once again it's a I S bill, we need Cockrine fierce(???)
Yo we gotta do something Cause they not gonna fear us.
Fuck that, my man Jay used to play for the Dogers
Hurt his hand string now he watches
Got hoes topless and other hoes totally nude
But he keep them to his self and me supposed to be schooled
Type of nigga that I'll show me the wolves and try to pet them
Getting to hot I perspire venom I put the fire in them
Make it so they never cool off
And when the snow clears tell them who lost
They don't hear me though

[chorus x1]

I know you want this
I know you want this
You know you need this
What, Wild gremlins, 2000
Funk Flex, Queens Bridge
Nature, Big Joey
Yall niggas Know

(feat. Nine, Tragedy)

[Nine]
Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
Skills on the table and the mic
With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it
Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat
That's how we roll, troop
We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
Three little six little nine double M's
Sticking up rappers like hems
Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
Six million ways to die, punk

[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches]

[Tragedy]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma
And get loose like the lips on Madonna
You get the picture when the rap style hits ya
I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
When I'm splashing my rap transaction
Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
And have you making love songs like Menudo
The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
You can't kill me because I'm already dead
I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters
And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer
Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

[Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos]

[Nine]
HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it
Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
I flip scripts, read my lips:
I got mad skills for the no frills
Screaming at girls to pay bills
I got more rap than a Christmas gift
And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
It's back to the mic check, one two and
Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex gets busy]

(feat. Nine, Tragedy)

[Nine]
Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
Skills on the table and the mic
With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it
Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat
That's how we roll, troop
We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
Three little six little nine double M's
Sticking up rappers like hems
Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
Six million ways to die, punk

[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches]

[Tragedy]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma
And get loose like the lips on Madonna
You get the picture when the rap style hits ya
I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
When I'm splashing my rap transaction
Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
And have you making love songs like Menudo
The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
You can't kill me because I'm already dead
I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters
And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer
Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

[Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos]

[Nine]
HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it
Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
I flip scripts, read my lips:
I got mad skills for the no frills
Screaming at girls to pay bills
I got more rap than a Christmas gift
And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
It's back to the mic check, one two and
Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex gets busy]

(feat. Nine, Tragedy)

[Nine]
Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
Skills on the table and the mic
With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it
Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat
That's how we roll, troop
We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
Three little six little nine double M's
Sticking up rappers like hems
Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
Six million ways to die, punk

[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches]

[Tragedy]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma
And get loose like the lips on Madonna
You get the picture when the rap style hits ya
I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
When I'm splashing my rap transaction
Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
And have you making love songs like Menudo
The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
You can't kill me because I'm already dead
I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters
And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer
Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

[Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos]

[Nine]
HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it
Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
I flip scripts, read my lips:
I got mad skills for the no frills
Screaming at girls to pay bills
I got more rap than a Christmas gift
And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
It's back to the mic check, one two and
Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex gets busy]

(feat. Nine, Tragedy)

[Nine]
Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
Skills on the table and the mic
With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it
Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat
That's how we roll, troop
We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
Three little six little nine double M's
Sticking up rappers like hems
Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
Six million ways to die, punk

[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches]

[Tragedy]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma
And get loose like the lips on Madonna
You get the picture when the rap style hits ya
I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
When I'm splashing my rap transaction
Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
And have you making love songs like Menudo
The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
You can't kill me because I'm already dead
I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters
And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer
Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

[Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos]

[Nine]
HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it
Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
I flip scripts, read my lips:
I got mad skills for the no frills
Screaming at girls to pay bills
I got more rap than a Christmas gift
And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
It's back to the mic check, one two and
Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex gets busy]

(feat. Nine, Tragedy)

[Nine]
Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
Skills on the table and the mic
With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it
Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat
That's how we roll, troop
We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
Three little six little nine double M's
Sticking up rappers like hems
Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
Six million ways to die, punk

[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches]

[Tragedy]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma
And get loose like the lips on Madonna
You get the picture when the rap style hits ya
I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
When I'm splashing my rap transaction
Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
And have you making love songs like Menudo
The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
You can't kill me because I'm already dead
I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters
And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer
Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

[Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos]

[Nine]
HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it
Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
I flip scripts, read my lips:
I got mad skills for the no frills
Screaming at girls to pay bills
I got more rap than a Christmas gift
And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
It's back to the mic check, one two and
Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex gets busy]

(feat. Nine, Tragedy)

[Nine]
Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat
Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat
Skills on the table and the mic
With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night
Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop)
I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it
Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother
I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit
Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat
That's how we roll, troop
We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop
Three little six little nine double M's
Sticking up rappers like hems
Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp
Six million ways to die, punk

[Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches]

[Tragedy]
I bring drama like you spit on my momma
And get loose like the lips on Madonna
You get the picture when the rap style hits ya
I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah
When I'm splashing my rap transaction
Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson
I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks
And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx
I keep wild like James Brown doing judo
And have you making love songs like Menudo
The Son of Sam when I aim for your head
Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red
You can't kill me because I'm already dead
I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters
And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis
You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer
Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina

[Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos]

[Nine]
HOO HAH! I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it
Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked
I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face
And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace
I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel
That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl
I rag it like the Bloods and Crips
I flip scripts, read my lips:
I got mad skills for the no frills
Screaming at girls to pay bills
I got more rap than a Christmas gift
And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits
Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing
It's back to the mic check, one two and
Back up off the gat cause I snap necks
Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex

[Funkmaster Flex gets busy]

(Lady Luck)
Uhh, what
Lady Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the game down from the whip
To the tunnel
You in da club
Yo
Bang this

What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door
Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas)
Touch ya whore, I puff the raw
Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw
Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands
Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine
But talk slick and six hit your women friends
Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon
It's them again (who)
Niggas hotter then you
It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view
Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace
Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis
Rockwilders, pop collars, glock hollers
At Any nigga out to stop ours
Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots
One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot



(Chorus) x2
(A Kid Called Roots) (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon)
We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon)
From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah)

(Lady Luck)
I came in the door, said it before
Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor
Come back for more, rock wall to wall
Ball till I score, then out by the morn
How I dip and ride that whip I drive
On I-95 getting hed in the ride
Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice
Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots
You keep think that you bullet proof
Till I put to your head give it a sunroof
Good God, my whole squad hard
And bank accounts is large
Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John
Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash
Nigga pump it fast like y

(feat. Lil' Kim)

[Funkmaster Flex]
Now! We're gonna do it Lil' Kim Style
Shout to Hillary, D-Roc, Brooklyn, Lil' Cease, Junior M.A.F.I.A.

[Lil' Kim]
Yeah, uh
You put your bliss in
I put my wrist in, what's missing?
I'm talking to you, cuz when I shine, I glisten
Sure picked a fine time not to listen
Now you fucked up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
Thinkin I'm gon' stop, I'm too persistent (uh huh)
And I won't drown, I'm water-resistant
Mmmm, Think about when you say my name
This female rapper got a knuckle game
I leave you all out of commission (uh huh)
Me fall off? Under one condition (ooh)
Ooh, They gotta find my body dumped in the sewer
Black and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp as a blade
This ain't a phase, it's the way I was raised
And I'm still gon' blaze when I'm old and grey, c'mon

[CHORUS:]

Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!

Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah

It's QB y'all, sweet and petit
About five feet with the oversized heat (what)
I've got the right shoes, you've got two left feet
One's incomplete, tryna make ends meet
Before the album drop, you want a sneak peak
You're on the wrong block, this a one-way street
Hundred grand petty cash in the hotel suite
Move your feet, lose your seat, shall I repeat
When the LaLa hits my eyes, red as a beet
Niggas hungry? I got something to eat
Open your mouth, swallow the skeet
Mmm Ahh.. Bon Appetit
Can you keep an errection?
Cuz Kim got love and affection
Let me shoot it off in your direction
Only if you pass the inspection, the bassline
Meet me in the mezzanine
Matter of fact, hop up in my limousine
You can trick or treat, like it's Halloween
In my Lambourghini, with the green, high beams, squeaky clean
The way I gargle like it's Listerine
Just be messing up my Maybelline
So stick it in me like a vaccine
Then I can come clean, like hygiene, in a pocket full of dreams, uh!

[CHORUS:]

Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!

Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah

Now to the haters, the fake-ass Dons and Donettes
I smack you hoes in the face with two techs
You can be a redhead, blonde or brunette
I ain't tryin to catch rec, I just want respect
What the heck, I go to the bank with two cheques
Yours and mine, when it's time to pay debts
Finally, I can put all this mess to rest
And I'm glad I got this bullshit off my chest
And we can still go toe to toe, blow for blow
Take it to the screen, like Joe Piscapo
Go to award shows, lock down the first rows
Our ice keep us froze like Eskimos
We rock coliseums, submarines
Infrared beams with the tank machines
So hate all you want, radio gon' knock it
We locked in a pocket, and I'mma keep rockin

[CHORUS:]

Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (Til it's hot)
Hot, Hot, Whatchu say?!

Rockin, Rockin, We keep it
Rockin, Rockin, We just don't (We don't stop)
Stop it, Stop it, Til this real (We keep it hot)
Hot, Hot, Y-y-y-yeah

Rockin, We don't stop, Til it's hot, Whatchu say
Rockin, We don't stop, We keep it hot, Y-y-y-yeah

[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah.. It's going down, Queen Bee!

Lay ya hammer (lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer kid (lay ya hammer kid)
They want the drama bring it to 'em F**k 'em

Ghostface:

All rise meet the preacher this pro dueler been diagnosed
Diabetic keptic I'm your host
Lock the vanilla suede British
Staten Island mall menace
Otherwise posin' as a dentist in my lenses
Pinball machine gun rap spoke to Arafat
Laundry maid honey can't blow in this hat
What

Method Man:

Is it raw now
Change it around
It's war now
The final countdown commences
The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper
Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature
Pain stings with 'Ma Baker
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
Freedom come meet your maker

Inspektah Deck:

Yo
Another sound boy's dyin'
Crowd noise multiplyin'
Don't let the fuzz slide in bust out the sirens
Sure win lure 'em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister grin and finish him
You're f**kin' with hoods, get ya goods pushed back
Ya fraud, pull the wool off your hollywood hat

U-God:

Yo Yo Yo
The track melts in half liquors have this brave meaning
Supreme being being all that I can being
Picture wavy beavers meat cleaving your receiver
Fly sunny cheeba leather buckets dirty reefer
Fast floatin' grill residential honey hill
Stainless steel rashes sheisty catch a money bill

Raekwon:

It's all gravy
We floatin' through like the British navy
Fresh design lady love the fade keep it wavy
The mix drink - throw the dick in the drink
Play it baby girl caught ya
Exotic album Cuban Link
Custom AV's beige panties who could front on these please
Ya'll niggas broke so much your uncle sells trees

Gza:

Yo
High ranked officials and armed tanks and missles
Blood drizzle simple fact you slept on the issue
That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega
I made tapes a hundred watt amps insuring Vegas
Rza fine tune it shippin' meal units
MC's ask, who be those rhyme killers in masks?
No doubt difficult task to last in the square
Beware infinte amount of darts is in the air
I'm victorious no opponents and blast through components
And microphones watch the whole world live the moment
Anything anti that came approachin' this
Incapable lust speech remains motionless

Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer)
Lay ya hammer kid (Lay ya hammer kid)
Lay ya hammer (Lay ya hammer)

(feat. Buckshot Da B.D.I. Emcee/Boot Camp Clik)

[No Joke is a cover version of "I Ain't No Joke" by Rakim a fuller length version appears on promotional 12"]
[No Joke:]

[Buckshot]
I ain't no joke, plus I got the bright smoke
Try to, cut my throat and I'ma go for broke
First of all I'm lettin motherf...ers know the deal
That if you steal from Buck, you bound to kneel
Now you can call it a loop, and you can get the clearance
But, to me it's interference when I move so what?
If you interfere you get ended here and get ate up
Couldn't hold your weight up, as I
Take hold of your spirit mind body and soul
Buckshot keeps the crowd controlled
So when I look in the crowd, and watch how people wonder, "Damn"
The way I flip my lyrics they don't understand
I'm just an addict addicted to microphones
Maybe it's a habit, uhh, I gotta grab it
Even if it's broken I'ma fix that *shit*
Put it together, get in your face and kick that *shit*
Cause you ain't never, heard another MC like B.D.B.
Emcee, rockin double-D and we
Get busy, I'ma strip that throat
Peep it loc, breath control, I ain't no joke

[Funkmaster Flex]
Yaknahmean? Big shot to my man Buckshot
Big shot to Dru Ha, the whole Boot Camp Clik
Big shot to Duck Down, knahmean?!!
Funkmaster Flex, volume two, sixty minutes y'all... fla-vor

I got a question - who remember the Panthers?
Who can get the average man to
Think with a military mind prepare get ready
You bomb first, no time to rehease the verse
Obey your thirst, but this ain't Sprite
Just take a sip of the liquid lyrics, I give all night
Blinded by the daylight sight
Follow my lead, cause I'ma lead you right
You heard, I was waitin on the sidelines
Waitin for the guidelines to attack so I can pay you back
Word, you ain't never heard a better superb
MC better than Buck, huh, break a leg good luck
If you think you gettin past the blast ask the question
How you think Buck last, in the game?
So long, cause I was strong from the beginnin of time
When I wrote my first rhyme I was like damn
B.D. let the pen smoke
Cause I knew bitin it could make you choke
Buck ain't no joke

[Boot Camp Clik:][Follow Me*:]

Just when you thought it was safe
I came back with the double D clan
Waitin for da man Buckshot,
Da BDI...general, if I was you I wouldnt try
So many tried so I seen the petty pass by
Listen as I take you on a mission with precision
Like a brown cent went on a hunt
Worldwide searchin for the true ingredients
To make the pi ?? 6
Shorty wanna hound me for a flick
But I got my chips, you gettin visions of my lips
Dicks swang, it dont mean a thang
Cuz when I was down, you was on the other side of town
Getting done by Starang, when he was in range
Now its gettin cold, so you actin kinda strange
Puttin my time to you broke bitches
Dont do shit but stress me out, now Im back in my riches
To get my blue print down to my very last dot
Every move every motivation that I need
Aint no hesitation when it comes to rockin when we speak
Just follow my lead on this jou-rney

You never heard another MC like me
Follow my lead on the jour-ney
You never heard another MC like me

Follow my lead on the journey
You never heard another Mc like me
So poetically on point its ridiculous
Hittin every key bassline when Im rippin this
Dont act like this aint the shit right now
You know my hits make you wanna dance
But you still sittin down
Dumb fucks have a seat and keep your tongue in your throat
And dont bother to quote one note
Or in the mirror you kickin the verse to mine
Cuz in the freestyle, you'll be the last to rhyme
This aint the battle between the two best no more
Survival of the fittest...this shit is war
If you got your eyes open, you can see the light
If you need a guide, follow wit pride...right

[Chorus]

So many people took my lyrics and hooks
If I wrote a book about you crook niggas gettin shook
In a hot second, Im a get the hot-steppin
On first, when Im on my verse, niggas need a nurse
Witout the kill patient, aint no hesitation
Bring your weapon like your military mind
And steppin on E, times over for you Mc's
All hail to G-O-D's, G-O-D's....

[Chorus]

(feat. Akinyele And Sadat X)

[Funkmaster Flex]

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH!

[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy
[Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
Mix tape flavor!
[Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Akinyele] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!

[Sadat X] I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy
Ask some kids around your neighborhood block
I be seen...

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
[Akinyele] Money is the swee...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
[Akinyele] Money is the swee...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy
[Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
Mix tape flavor!
[Sadat X] I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Akinyele] I be the wild/Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!

[Sadat X]
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy
Ask the kids neighbor-neighborhood block
Hangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spots
Slams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds]
Arms is time, with the mud for the Scud
Like Mario Elli jumps out from the G line
Baby won't you be mine, baby won't you be mine

[Akinyele]
I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism
Yes insane like Sadaam on the television
Flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him
You probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prison
Listen word to the coffins of Yusef Hawkins
Rappers be rappin rough talkin
But I be clappin guns that be blockin
To make they ass step like a WalkMan
You don't, stand a chance against, Mr. Magnificent
Cause ever since the days of British Walkers
A sole street talker, New Yorker
Wailing on your ass like like Parker
Delivering rhymes/lines like Ceasearian
Coming from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers up
My style as sharp as a MACHETE
Shredding rappers like SPAGHETTI
Your crew better jump back in the oven
Cause them niggaz ain't READY
To deal with crooks
Even a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hook
Cause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks

[Sadat X] If there's a cure for being rich
[Akinyele] I don't want it, I don't want it
[Akinyele] Aiyyo, and if there's a cure for being broke
[Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it

[Sadat X]
Hey life to me is no Popcorn Love
Better saddle up this year with two gloves
Home, home to me's the range
Where the deers and the chickenheads get slayed
Brand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboy
Cartel, Brand Nubian I love it well
Put on intent to sell, but the Gods can't be large
In the Nubian name, I been in the game
And remain with the fame, and remained the same
Hey your man's comin home from jail in a month
He's the big diesel nigga, I'm the mid-size nigga
If you don't want it to happen, put his pictures back
Up on the wall, because I'm not the homewrecker see
Kicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirst
But they ain't makin moves cause they know honey
Been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars
Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from
The Colonel's steamy chicken box
Make the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet

[Funkmaster Flex]
60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1
Big shout to the Flip Squad

[Akinyele] So if there's a cure for being rich
[Sadat X] I don't want it, I don't want it
[Akinyele] Aiyyo and if there's a cure for being broke
[Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it

[Akineyle]
Aiyyo, niggaz on my dick
Cause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick Rick
There's no question I'll, damage a professional
Cause I'm a big child, in this profession
Scatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infection
Big up to agreement rappers, don't know the half
Movin like moonwalkers with your backwards ass
I'm too fast, for those who procrastinate
Goin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the Apes
To play it safe, you punks better wear capes
You can't escape, when I'm on your fire escape
Hangin your ass out the window like drapes
You want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chop
It's the Ak, straight up and down, like six o'clock
I'm amped like watts with a fo'-fo' that go
Hit that toe and shot, cause word to Sadat
X marks the spot when it's time to get hot

[Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Funkmaster Flex]
You know what I'm saying, 60 Minutes of Funk
[Akinyele] I said I don't wanna get over!
Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy!
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Big shout to my man Akinyele
[Sadat X] Hey I don't wanna get over!
Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
You know how I do!
[Sadat X] Hey I don't wanna get over!
Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo!
[Sadat X and Akinyele] I said money is the sweetest hangover!

[Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool's "20 Minute workout" as the song ends]

(feat. Akinyele And Sadat X)

[Funkmaster Flex]

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH!

[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy
[Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
Mix tape flavor!
[Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Akinyele] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!

[Sadat X] I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy
Ask some kids around your neighborhood block
I be seen...

YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
[Akinyele] Money is the swee...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
[Akinyele] Money is the swee...
YouknowhatI'msayin? 60 Minutes of Funk
Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy
[Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!
Mix tape flavor!
[Sadat X] I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Akinyele] I be the wild/Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!

[Sadat X]
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style
I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy
Ask the kids neighbor-neighborhood block
Hangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spots
Slams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds]
Arms is time, with the mud for the Scud
Like Mario Elli jumps out from the G line
Baby won't you be mine, baby won't you be mine

[Akinyele]
I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism
Yes insane like Sadaam on the television
Flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him
You probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prison
Listen word to the coffins of Yusef Hawkins
Rappers be rappin rough talkin
But I be clappin guns that be blockin
To make they ass step like a WalkMan
You don't, stand a chance against, Mr. Magnificent
Cause ever since the days of British Walkers
A sole street talker, New Yorker
Wailing on your ass like like Parker
Delivering rhymes/lines like Ceasearian
Coming from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers up
My style as sharp as a MACHETE
Shredding rappers like SPAGHETTI
Your crew better jump back in the oven
Cause them niggaz ain't READY
To deal with crooks
Even a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hook
Cause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks

[Sadat X] If there's a cure for being rich
[Akinyele] I don't want it, I don't want it
[Akinyele] Aiyyo, and if there's a cure for being broke
[Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it

[Sadat X]
Hey life to me is no Popcorn Love
Better saddle up this year with two gloves
Home, home to me's the range
Where the deers and the chickenheads get slayed
Brand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboy
Cartel, Brand Nubian I love it well
Put on intent to sell, but the Gods can't be large
In the Nubian name, I been in the game
And remain with the fame, and remained the same
Hey your man's comin home from jail in a month
He's the big diesel nigga, I'm the mid-size nigga
If you don't want it to happen, put his pictures back
Up on the wall, because I'm not the homewrecker see
Kicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirst
But they ain't makin moves cause they know honey
Been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars
Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from
The Colonel's steamy chicken box
Make the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet

[Funkmaster Flex]
60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1
Big shout to the Flip Squad

[Akinyele] So if there's a cure for being rich
[Sadat X] I don't want it, I don't want it
[Akinyele] Aiyyo and if there's a cure for being broke
[Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it

[Akineyle]
Aiyyo, niggaz on my dick
Cause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick Rick
There's no question I'll, damage a professional
Cause I'm a big child, in this profession
Scatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infection
Big up to agreement rappers, don't know the half
Movin like moonwalkers with your backwards ass
I'm too fast, for those who procrastinate
Goin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the Apes
To play it safe, you punks better wear capes
You can't escape, when I'm on your fire escape
Hangin your ass out the window like drapes
You want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chop
It's the Ak, straight up and down, like six o'clock
I'm amped like watts with a fo'-fo' that go
Hit that toe and shot, cause word to Sadat
X marks the spot when it's time to get hot

[Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover!
[Funkmaster Flex]
You know what I'm saying, 60 Minutes of Funk
[Akinyele] I said I don't wanna get over!
Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy!
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Big shout to my man Akinyele
[Sadat X] Hey I don't wanna get over!
Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
You know how I do!
[Sadat X] Hey I don't wanna get over!
Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects
[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!
Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo!
[Sadat X and Akinyele] I said money is the sweetest hangover!

[Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool's "20 Minute workout" as the song ends]

(feat. Cool Whip, Havoc, Tragedy, Raekwon, Freddie Foxxx)

[Chorus]
One time, one time, one time
Styles kinda different but let's be specific [x2]

[Funkmaster Flex]
This is flavor right here, 60 minutes, y'all

[Cool Whip]
You'se just wasn't ready for real, so here's the deal
No type remorse when I pull skill, kill you and your fuking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments
Lyrical guns bust, Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're like Batman
Running to your bitch ass Batcave
Be aware when you witness and turn ?like Burger maids?
Got you swimming while you're dreaming and Cool Whip seamen
Headaches are like earthquakes, break you down
And crying out for you ladies, muthafuking crybaby

[Chorus]

[Havoc]
Foot up ? fitted if you got work
We lying in ?sooken? put you on your back, sent you on your way
Yo, good looking, never catching the cap, the horns
In your louis in Brooklyn
Getting ?toer? from the fo'er wit the dress stower
Got the 80, oh don't think ?st.? nickel want to roll up
Get your muthafuking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends
Making t's for enemies, my eyes on my enemies
Sipping Hennessey wit my mind on some crime shit
One time searching me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday, get the loot then breeze
Still my goal is to leave out of state, push keys

[Tragedy]
The Queen's nation, representation, I represent
Bulletproof, 3 and a quarter, chrome rims and tint
Forever bent off the hen demon, niggaz is scheming
My crews mega wit more gunplay then Sega
Pick up the celleur, call Capone-N-Noreaga
The nickel plated auto when I rip for dolo
Fuk one time, I'm bucking back at the poo-poo
Mr Dany got me acting like that
Squeeze macs outta state, ?sacs? one in your tracks
I'm addicted to the CREAM, I need cheese and stacks
So I'm a die trying wit AK's and Macs

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Yo, yea, yea, word up kid, word up, check it, check it, yo

It's the key money, time to get the stacks and maintain
Analyze papes, staying drape wit heavy chains
The Clan has built, pouring armaretta's in milk
Rap skin kilt flex nothing but fly silk
For real, Shaolin, house of whylin', house medallion
Peace to cats profiling on the island
Walk the view, play the view, cash in my crew
If I feel shyst, watch the ice turn blue
But for now, milk the cow wit the know how
Chef be on the low down, sidewalk chalk wit the White Owls
He, yo, niggaz who bless cassettes
Peace my niggaz, one love to Funkmaster Flex

[Freddie Foxx]
I'm in the hole nigga knocking in sing-sing
Barefoot in draws from jacking yours nigga cuz you saw
99 pushups, I'm fiending for the mic
I'm starting to bug the fuk out, I'm stomping on mice
They feed me like an animal, my style is mad wild
Now back in population, I refuse to crack a smile
Ever since I blew trial, my attitude is fuked up
Anybody say shit to me is getting stuffed up
Petty dope dealers, pimps and big playas
Foxx got the black rock down to rhymesayer
I'm born on one's crafty shank ripping skulls
Chopping mad niggaz to the blade is mad dull

[Chorus]

House OF Pain - Jump Around

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin I came to win
Battle me that's a sin I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on! Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

Chorus
I came to get down (2x)
So get out your seats and jump around Jump around (3x)
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump (18x)

I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

Chorus

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the
Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie
I'll wet ya

Chorus

Jump (32x),