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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 I'm 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 y'all" 
I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall 
And at the party I'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast 
Like a pissed off post office worker 
But you must understand that I'm just having fun 
Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell 
When I bust my nut off when I'm on the DL 
A fucking midget with his legs cut off 
Can't get lower than me when I shake my funk 
A brother with style and I ain't no punk 
Like Nat, I'm a king that's Cole as ice 
Double teaming me because you know I'm twice as nice 
So check it out y'all 

Chorus 

[Tragedy] 
Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight 
But hold tight, I'm the motivator with the right 
Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff 
Cause I ain't 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 
Where's 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 
I'm 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, I'm 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 you're 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, I'm 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 I'm 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 ain't heard that shit before 
I'm on the microphone, I slam just like a door 
BOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dust 
I'm on the microphone flowing and I can't... (fades out)

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