Funky Drummer

[Verse]
I came to bring the trouble, y’all
My name is Jarv, it’s the perpetual underdog
Like Clyde Stubblefield when he bangin' the skins
Ain’t none of y’all in the category Nathan is in
When he rockin' the mic- It’s really quite a delight
Takin a competitor’s life when he blockin' my light
My talkin is tight, type; hellafied and contrite
I set the beat up with a jab and then connect with the right
The uppercutta- I’m a bad mutha fucka
Never could ya contest the wrath sucka, wassup
Wash up ya ass with a bar of soap
And then gimme my stacks cause my rap is dope
I’m hangin plaques up, wall space fillin' up quick
I dance like James Brown while I’m drillin' your chick
Admit it, I’m sick- hit it and quit it lickety split
I fill it, givin your bitty a little kid and I dip
I’m kiddin witcha, busted off on her belly
And then put on my Pelle Pelle and peeled out on Pirelli’s
Already red in the vision and with a bit of precision
I’ll send a deadly rhythm whizzin' at your head like a Kennedy
Lemme back up, quit wastin' time
Throw the needle on the break, I’mma make ya mine
Ain’t none of y’all lames can imitate the style
Of that funky drummer by the name of Clyde