Tytuł: Let the funk flow

• Wykonawca: EPMD
• Wyświetleń: 258

  
   [Parrish Smith]
  Relax while I tax, or you can just max
  It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
  Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n
  I pick your card and your name has been chosen
  Not all about ?line-opin? or the stick up scene
  "Let it flow!", you know what I mean
  I'm the PMD, in the place to be
  Clock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tocker
  Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
  So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
  Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow
  [Erick Sermon]
  I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like Getti
  Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti
  Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
  He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
  I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
  So if you real, it's no time to slip
  Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
  Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
  Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning
  They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening
  [Parrish] So let the funk flow
  "Let it flow!"
  [Erick Sermon]
  Blastoff, and off you go
  We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
  I would say ?bamba yards?, but I'm not leavin
  I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
  So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
  But I won't leave, until the party is through
  So while I'm here, let me get funky
  Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
  Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
  EPMD them goin nationwide
  [Parrish Smith]
  While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
  You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
  You're out of control, and I'm right on track
  In seconds later I work the bone out your back
  To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
  We like to hang, torture then slaughter
  All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
  E said (let em slide), say what but I'm in the mood
  for dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
  Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
  So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
  Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
  [Erick] So let the funk flow
  "Let it flow!"
  [Parrish Smith]
  Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
  When the brother PMD is on the microphone
  The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
  to go off beat, and come back on time
  To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
  And when it comes to do this, very few remain
  People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
  Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
  Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
  Chillin HARD, with the P on my chest
  Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
  Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy
  [Erick Sermon]
  Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
  Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh
  That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
  The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
  Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
  For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
  I hear the girls out there sayin E is hot
  That only shows you what juice I got
  And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
  There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
  So let the funk flow
  "Let it flow!"
  [Parrish] So let the funk flow
  "Let it flow!"
  [Parrish] Yo, this beat is sort of funky
  [Sermon] Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
  "Let it flow!"