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Dred Scott - "Funky Rhythms"
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 Im 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 yall"
I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall
And at the party Im the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast
Like a pissed off post office worker
But you must understand that Im just having fun
Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell
When I bust my nut off when Im on the DL
A fucking midget with his legs cut off
Cant get lower than me when I shake my funk
A brother with style and I aint no punk
Like Nat, Im a king thats Cole as ice
Double teaming me because you know Im twice as nice
So check it out yall
Chorus
[Tragedy]
Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight
But hold tight, Im the motivator with the right
Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff
Cause I aint 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
Wheres 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
Im 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, Im at the top of the roster
For your listening pleasure...
Chorus
[Dred Scott & Tragedy]
I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing
Earlying in the morning while youre yawning
Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder
Cause I be the true overlord of the under
Breaking chumps like old Tupperware
Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare
Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker
So funky you think I farted down your speaker
Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, Im taking no shorts
Not even for my skinny legs
The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama
I get loose just like the lips on Madonna
My flow is all around, and yours is like a
Bucket over there that broke down
I would have given you a ride if you had let me know
That you had to hitchhike
Just like Im going to pass you the mic right now
A bitch, sike
Chorus
[Dred Scott]
With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare
On the microphone cause my style is rare
And the rest of the world aint heard that shit before
Im on the microphone, I slam just like a door
BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust
Im on the microphone flowing and I cant... (fades out)
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