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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 baby, bring it in, bring it)

James Todd Smith nine years old
'Sugarhill' was in control
I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get
I set my demo in a Silvia treated me
Time flew 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 Live Without My drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed box
'Rockin' the bells' like a dissin' me
the script-but then I made my first 50 grand

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

Todd, get upstairs and out that garbage

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

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

I'm that type of guy 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?
harass me illegal search motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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