I’m Not Playing

[Intro]
Funky

[Verse 1]
I am the F, the U, the N. K, in spite of what your friends say
I'm something like a Sensei, especially how my pen spray
I put my pen to paper in a way that no one can say
"this brother ain't that nice upon the mic, he kinda flimsy"
Cos’ that would be like saying that I ain't that entertaining
And literally complaining, defaming something amazing
But I just bring that dopeness on each and every occasion
And break it down to people like mathematic equations
I'm black and I am current so you can say that I'm raisin*
The standard of the music so people keep on embracing
Sometimes I am verbatim sometimes I'm just paraphrasing
I write these words to touch you, you feeling what I am saying?
I came to leave my mark like a two-year old with a crayon
And get these people swaying with everything I'm conveying
The first step is the training, the second step is the weigh-in
Seconds up, round one, I ain't playing

[Chorus]
I don’t play
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play
I don’t play
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play

[Verse 2]
I'm too N. I. C. E. At least that's how they see me
But hardly on the TV, and make it look so easy
Yo’ I can stop the beat and kinda’ rub it like a Genie
And I am so extremely confident no one can beat me
I came from humble beginnings and ran with heroes and villains
And hung with many civilians, who tried to sell me opinions
But I don't buy it just because you said it, so dead it
Them words ain't got no merit, they ain't got no credit, forget it
I'm too invincible and working from a principal
That's unequivocal; sometimes I'm plotting like a criminal
So rottenous subliminals cannot affect me
Especially when I've trained and perfected my technique
Yo', I'm so explosive, composing music that's so impulsive
The diagnosis is just a dosage of dopeness
A potion hypnosis to keep your mind focused
On everything I'm saying, word is born I'm not playing

[Chorus]
I don’t play
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play
I don’t play
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play

[Verse 3]
I got the C. L. A. the S. S
I'm bringing you the essence in each and every sentence
So when you in my presence, you hear something impressive
And extremely expressive, you can call it progressive
Enough to take a lesson from this beat-making, rhyme-slaying
Heat-making, nah’m saying? One of the best nah' mean?
The impact and the beat will hit your chest, nah 'mean?
Lean back, hit the floor, white chalk, crime scene
Bloodstains on my hands, get my clothes dry-cleaned
I'm a pro; I've been making it happen from my teens
So every time I step in the arena, I completely guarantee ya'
Of a performance that never falls short
Sometimes I bring the ruckus, but I'm told it's all sport
You wanna’ try and play me? Well the ball’s in your court
So fix your Air Jordans, but I'mma keep scoring
Cos’ no matter what happens ain't no use in you ignoring I ain't playing

[Chorus]
I don’t play
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play
I don’t play
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky, funky
I’m like a broken VCR, because I don’t play