El Señor del Funk

[Letra de "El Señor del Funk"]

[Estribillo]
Want the lord of funk means el señor del funk
So what you want, punk? Tell me what you want?
Want the lord of funk means el señor del funk
So what you want, punk? Tell me what you want?
Want the lord of funk means el señor del funk
So what you want, punk? Tell me what you want?
Want the of funk means el señor del funk
Con el funk colombiano, ja

[Verso 1]
How you want it? How you need it? How you like it?
I might just rock my style instead of letting MCs bite it
Another level, yo, I'm the cause of every rebel
And don't pray to no God while I'm dancing with the devil, uh-huh
The undefeated, dope fiend, school zone leader
El son latino del país del cartel del crimen
A crazy shorty blowing minds can you tell
Got the beats, got the rhymes and I got the clientele
'Cause I le gusto a oídos cada vez que vuelvo al verso
Han pasado diez años y entre calles me disperso
De sonar en mi barrio a vender discos a Alemania
Y como buen latino, celebro oyendo la Fania
Y entre más hago, más ladran mis allegados
De algunos me sorprende aun sabiendo desde el pasado
Escucho mis canciones, mis escritos me regañan
Crezco y me contradigo por confiado o por la maña
But let me come back, and let me put your mind in contact
With all the fucking bullshit that the people will attack
But for now I reminisce, wanna say a rest in peace
For all the undah-brothaz that were missing in the streets

[Estribillo]
Want the lord of funk means el señor del funk
So what you want, punk? Tell me what you want?
Want the lord of funk means el señor del funk
So what you want, punk? Tell me what you want?
Want the lord of funk means el señor del funk
Con el funk colombiano, ah
Esto es Zona Escolar Rec en la puta casa
What you want? What you want?

[Verso 2]
Es que lo he visto y hoy vivo para contarlo
El duelo ha sido largo y brindado tragos amargos
La historia se repite y en mi zona me resguardo
El rap cogió otro rumbo y yo me senté aquí a observarlo
I can't compete with the funny MCs, nah
I'll rock a beat, light a blunt and say peace
I can't afford, too much rapper's aboard
And most of them coming wack killing the people's support, shit
I make a living 'cause I paid my dues
And now I stick to my rules and don't hang out with no damn fools
Cause some are good but convinced that they're the shit
Looking over shoulders, bragging they're the most legit, uh
I represent for the peeps showing love
And all you suckas that dissed me, I could tell you to fuck off
So listen up and come clean, What you want, mannie?
I want my raps and my cash and some punani

[Outro]
'Cause I'm the lord of funk
El señor del funk, el funk colombiano, ah
En la casa, Zona Escolar, ja
Representando Colombia, Bogotá
B.L.A.C.K. Black Mentes
Coal Black, Andrés Tales moves racks
Ah, ah, ah
Making it well, making it well