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Dred Scott f Tragedy

Funky Rhythms

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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 atmosphereWhen I`m rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fearI be the one with the funk I kickYo I gets on the mic and says something sickI give a "la-di-da-di yes yes y`all" I seen your granny doing backflips at the mallAnd at the party I`m the killa dilla jerk a fool and blastLike a pissed off post office workerBut you must understand that I`m just having funLike Sanford and Son cause I feel swellWhen I bust my nut off when I`m on the DLA fucking midget with his legs cut offCan`t get lower than me when I shake my funkA brother with style and I ain`t no punkLike Nat, I`m a king that`s Cole as iceDouble teaming me because you know I`m twice as niceSo check it out y`allChorus[Tragedy]Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fightBut hold tight, I`m the motivator with the rightStuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluffCause I ain`t even trying to hear that stuffI kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packsPeace to Freaknasty and the rest of my catsWhere`s the axe? I want to cut a rapper in halfAnd laugh, dissect his whole steeloUsed to be high, so I chopped him down to be lowPut him to the side like a cop does a kiloI`m raw, I funk you up and down like a see sawTo be more than a racist pig named LimbaughYou see, cause I be the mad verbal doctorCheck my resume, I`m at the top of the rosterFor your listening pleasure...Chorus[Dred Scott & Tragedy]I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizingEarlying in the morning while you`re yawningHere comes the pain, let it rain like thunderCause I be the true overlord of the underBreaking chumps like old TupperwareStepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fareImperial funklord, cause I be the freakerSo funky you think I farted down your speakerLike a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I`m taking no shortsNot even for my skinny legsThe renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the dramaI get loose just like the lips on MadonnaMy flow is all around, and yours is like a Bucket over there that broke downI would have given you a ride if you had let me knowThat you had to hitchhikeJust like I`m going to pass you the mic right nowAwww, bitch, sikeChorus[Dred Scott]With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snareOn the microphone cause my style is rareAnd the rest of the world ain`t heard that shit beforeI`m on the microphone, I slam just like a doorBOOM! And it shuts while I kick the dustI`m on the microphone flowing and I can`t... (fades out)

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