Funky Child

Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda

See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners

First with the style from the birth canal

And now I got the flav to make the crowd go wild

Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me kick it

I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl from my midget?

I packs the piece more than chicken packed grease

I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth

Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the baby

Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's crazy

No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping

And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was happening

Now January 14th has birthed the funk one

The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay

I got you bobbing to the funky style

K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child

[K-Def]

Yeah, born in the underground of Newark, now witness the birth of Mr. Funkee

[Mr. Funkee]

The fifth of the terror, it's the return of Funky Kreuger

A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger

Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters

The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters

Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is back

Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that

You can work kid you know, you could practice all your life

But I still take the show and then I go home with the wife

Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercy

I hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do

Make you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)

When I was younger I used to sing with my sister

Now I kick the ill styles you have to call me mister

Cooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwild

Raised in the ways of the funky child

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)

[Doitall]

Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler

We're hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' roller

I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum

Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them

K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique

Marley's on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like POW!

Now it's time to get buckwild

And watch my funky brothers freak the underground

In a second, or minute, in no times flat

(Flatline noise) Bring it back

And go grab the album to give the Lords money

Take it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

[Mr. Funkee]

We gone psycho and everbody thought they did was styles

They didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes

I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my flow

I fear no man, cause if it's on fool, then it's on (And it's on)

Don't worry not for other crews selling out

As long as Lords of the Underground stay underground

The brothers of LOTUG will keep the lyrical fitness

Don't worry about me selling out, mind your business

You might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"

But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm about

Any props you receive are the props that you earn

I'm off till the funky child returns