Part 1

(Get funky)
(Get funky)

[Verse 1]
Modern day romance, snowman abomination
Coming with the turtle neck, gold chain combination
Need focus, attitude described ferocious
Wisdom of the others given grim diagnosis
Tried to notice the ghost detail visually
Yes the efforts of the honour guard failed miserably
Derailed history, a little faith goes far
Switch paints manual, smith knows bar
Mozart with the beat machine and a flow chart
South Bronx broke art, all brains no heart
Off to a slow start, kicking shit like Dolemite
Going town to town on a Touki Bouki motorbike
It’s like that, powered by hydrazine
Keeper of the keys of sub rock’s time machine
Green Giant lima bean, needing war story telling
Plan a rocket explore sworn style warrior

(Get funky)
(Get funky)

[Verse 2]
How dope can you possibly get technically?
This time you’re gonna pay for the sweat equity
Cadets weaponry, juvenile hoodlum
Brutal, it’s boring like a beautiful woman
Recruits unsuitable, love leads hatred weight
Lies keep your grubby pies off the sacred crates
Naked states of absolute uselessness
Figures, a lot of these diggers are unscrupulous
Ludicrous [?] making it absurd [?]
Citation needed, annihilation word game
Ding bird brains junkie spiralling
Coming at you like a spider monkey
Outsider funky, Hannibal Lecter frightens
Exchequer all my old records are collector’s items
Tightening up like Archie Bell
Mad flows but in the shadows so you can hunt me down

(Funky)
(Clap your hands, stomp your feet)
(Clap your hands, stomp your feet)
(Yo, let’s get stupid, fresh)
(The beat y’all, you don’t stop keep on)
(Oh shit)
(Oh shit)
(Yo listen to this, yo go ‘head chief chief)
(What is it?)
(Ait ait, here we go)
(Holy fuck he fucking hit his ass hard, just ran his ass the fuck over)