Lyrics:
blowing
You can hit those lights on me but SEE I keep on coastin
Too much funk off in dis trunk for me to stop my motion
Cali Crunk that super skunk shit
of the interplanetary funk code
Funkin religion, funkin lesson
Key bearers, funkin to the East
Earth bound
[Professor X]
Mmmm
We are messengers, of Ra
Whispering
got kicked in the ass by the man with the eyes of glass
Slide from me you money kicking the dull crap
I'll make your skull snap, seeing me all at
In
the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
Voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch
funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)
Shh,
decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from
[Professor X]
Come diddy-dumb!
Welcome to this archaeological find!
At the road, witness me
Before the coming of the Sun;
peeking at you from
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan
On the drums, Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I
and signed up
With a drum teacher
That came to my house
And this guy
Chris
He taught me
How to play funk beats
Bossa nova
Reggaeton
Ghost notes
With the snare
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
I be droppin' down the funk
Down as low as it'll go
Yea, the dough be chocolate chunk
Bound to follow with my flow
I be droppin' down the funk
Down
the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you
[Professor X]
Come diddy-dumb!
Welcome to this archaeological find!
At the road, witness me
Before the coming of the Sun;
peeking at you from
a beat to fuck your crew up
Just bring the band, by the way we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned
chiggity Chad
The Spider's flow will deliver some of the dopest shit you've higgity had
I'm reppin' Philly, PA by way of NEPA
Only go forwards don't go
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole
Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob
Viscious Man Funk on the boards
Coming at you for the 98
And it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
for '98 word's for fucking with dank you motherfuckers man
(Prep)
I don't know nigga I don't know
How you was able to write fuckin with dank smoking
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
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