featuring Tragedy

Chorus:

Funky rhythms on my mind day and night (Listen I hear a beat) (Repeat 6x)

[Dred Scott]

So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere

When I'm rocking up a party yo I feel no fear

I be the one with the funk I kick

Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick

I give a "la di da di yes yes y'all"

I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall

And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast

Like a pissed off post office worker

But you must understand that I'm just having fun

Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell

When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL

A fucking midget with his legs cut off

Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk

A brother with style and I ain't no punk

Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice

Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice

So check it out y'all

Chorus

[Tragedy]

Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight

But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right

Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff

Cause I ain't even trying to hear that stuff

I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs

Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats

Where's the axe? I want to cut a rapper in half

And laugh, dissect his whole steelo

Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low

Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo

I'm raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw

To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh

You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor

Check my resume, I'm at the top of the roster

For your listening pleasure...