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I'mma keep it alive, the funk |
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With this 'lil special device, the funk |
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It works for me, what's that, the funk |
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Lemme flip the switch and get it started, the funk |
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Try to go against the funk, you're finished |
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You gone substitute, you're finished |
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DZL, funk from the beginning to the 9th inning |
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And my team is winning, homeboy, you're finished |
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Sir D, dirty wordsmith, poetry perfect |
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So serious with the lip service |
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Somebody get him a mop |
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Properly sop up this mess left by the previous guests |
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Yes, that's an order from the lord of the funk continuum |
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Any fool disagree, send me 'em, I'll attend to 'em |
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Quick, fast, leave his ass, pickin' through the trash |
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Lightning bolt voltage, extra watts |
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Add pressure to your box, tell it to stop |
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But Del is a rock, unmovable juggernaut |
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Astronaut but on the asphalt with my rap vault |
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Now open to the public for observation |
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Admiration of how we used to play it |
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Daze and amaze with flow |
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Any engagement is like a wedding reception |
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Hope you get a reception |
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Don't miss out on this fresh cut, jeah |
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Tried to told you |
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I visualize with mind of Minolta, definin' the culture |
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Move with it, groove with it, body and soul connect |
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We 'bout to perfect the action |
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For simple satisfaction |
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That come from sayin' that we did it |
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You ain't with it then don't, I don't care |
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You just miss the boat |
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Hitler? Nope, DZL, leader of the funk people |
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And I'mma see you 'cause funk or die |
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That was the promise so |
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Deep but wear my heartbeat on my sleeve |
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Let it vibrate the signal leads |
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To the thing you need to cling to, to believe |
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I'mma tell you that it's real, I had to feel |
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Not in the sense of sensual touch |
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But you can tell the difference when you gettin' the rush |
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Not drugs, not to fuck of your buzz |
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But this came before the additives |
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Nigga, I'm bad and big, come test it |
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Words leave you heard, no further suggestions |
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Swerve to a session in less than half an hour |
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I got a pad with paragraphs of power, now you're devoured |
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You ain't allowed to talk 'cause you foul and false |
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Mouthin' off like a child of God |
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But you get beat down with freestyles |
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'Cause you're cheap style |
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Don't even need to be out, believe me it's wild |
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Uncontrollable, foldin' you like a bank roll |
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Jeah, takin' control, I'm back with Zac |
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Crackin' your wig back with that counter-attack |
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For that counterfeit bought over the counter shit |
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I got thousands of scripts from down in the pit |
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Deep underground where the system crank |
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Causin' earthquakes, you heard it reverberate |
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I'm sure that you can relate |
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If you're funky there's no further debate |
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Move with it, groove with it |
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On ya mark and get set, go |
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'Del the funky homosapien' once again |
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Sometimes from the end to the beginning |
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If you can smell the fragrance, tell them dunces |
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Don't say shit, you must be out your mind |
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Crazy like a bag of sprayed weed |
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They way out your league, better leave it to the big boys |
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Jeah, deep in the land of funk, funk or die |
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That was the promise so |
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Deep in the land of funk |
