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

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

'I A Beat', it was a smash on the DL
But time I did a show my name 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 money in my and a Phillie to roll
I'm records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school,

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

I wasn't tryin' to hear it I'm bad
When I'm in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad
I need love, means I need a girl to love me down
I dropped the pretty style 'cause rap was ugly
I waited a year for the results, I'm platinum
We know the are flowin' by who's sackin' 'em

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

I'm just a brother jams 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, it's time for me to get my

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

Mama said to knock 'em out' I 'em out the box
I got a to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
all the punks on top of everybody else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm history
The motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery
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 going back to Cali' I knew I wasn't

I sent a 'Murder Gram', solo in a van
I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my
'Mr. lickin' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door with 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, it in, bring it)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)

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

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