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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 the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

James Smith when nine years old
'Sugarhill' was in control
I'm listenin' to tapes to get sold
I set my in a Silvia treated me cold
Time flew I was gettin' my shit off
now, it's about 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 name was
Live Without My Radio' drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed box
the bells' like a madman dissin' me
Event-flippin' the then I made my first 50 grand

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

Todd, get upstairs and take out garbage

And the funkadelic 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 wasn't tryin' to 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 pretty style 'cause rap was gettin'
I waited a year for the results, I'm triple
We the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' 'em

I'm type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Tripplin' 'em up, was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with
Another move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out da break of dawn', tell me what sucker?
Cops harass me illegal 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 I'm representin' hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, it's for me to get my props

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

Mama said to knock 'em I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and the blocks
There was a time when I was down to meetin' 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 baddest 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 sound so does it
Thought I was back to Cali' where I knew I wasn't

I a 'Murder Gram', solo in a black van
I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you my Timberland
'Mr. Goodbar' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door condoms in a rudder-put
You wanna find me come to Farmers
And you can hear me, eat 'em up, just ask for

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

Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
Bring in the

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