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(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

James Todd Smith when years old
'Sugarhill' was in control
I'm to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a Silvia treated me
flew 'cause I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen now, it's the time to set my first hit off

'I Need A Beat', it was a on the DL
But every time I did a show my was misspelled
'Can't Without My Radio' drops
I'm down the door-crushed cool box
the bells' like a madman dissin' me
Event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first 50

All I wanted was a pencil, a gold
A little in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the are on my tip
I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm for school, shit

Todd, get upstairs and out that garbage

And it's the relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
And the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
It's the funkadelic relic,
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

I tryin' to hear it 'cause I'm bad
I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad
I need love, that means I need a girl to me down
I dropped the style 'cause rap was gettin' ugly
I waited a year for the results, I'm triple
We the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' 'em

I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't with it
Tripplin' 'em up, was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with
Another power move, switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out till da break of dawn', me what sucker?
Cops harass me search motherfucker

I'm just a brother makin' now I got a name
I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the
I'm sayin' two to this I'm hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, time for me to get my props

Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)
on man

Mama to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the
There never was a time when I was down to by myself
When all the on top of everybody else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm makin'
The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no
The rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't so easy does it
Thought I was going to Cali' where I knew I wasn't

I sent a Gram', solo in a black van
I'm claimin' game, stomp you with my Timberland
'Mr. lickin' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door with in a rudder-put
You wanna find me come to Boulevard
And you can hear me, eat 'em up, ask for Todd

Uh, and I'm the funkadelic
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)

Bring in the baby, bring in the funk
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Bring in the baby, bring in the funk
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Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it