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Oh, work, word, smooth
Ooh, this one to all the coolouts
All the old schoolers, all the new
My name is the Kid with the Lords of Funk
And we gon' smooth it out this, bust it

it real mellow, bet it be smoother than a cello
And while we're at it, rest in to [unverified]
Now it real cute, make it sound like a flute
It's drop just like a parachute

I can't wait to see my on a marquee
gonna put it right there where it should be
I'm gonna up and man I can taste it
And anyone that don't it, face it
The Kid is goin' to war and that's the truth

I prove to these suckers that I'm bulletproof
I'm playin' low key for a bit in the studio
to make a hit, I work for hours and hours
And and days thinkin' about all the cash this pays
But I gotta be the best

I gotta dress to impress and a girl
With the Guess Jeans on her behind, the is so fine
I the way she light the candle when we wine and dine
I electrify minds, suckers
Play a little at the games, the Ruckers

Be on the court, what they're taught
Once finished, I'll be chillin' in a fly resort
Now many have to diss my face
'Cause the girls stare I come in the place
I'm not braggin' but I say that I'm great

The more you see me is the more that you my talent
Superb for rap
And everything that goes including your clap
'Cause I'm strong, my is highly talked about
And I'm no shorts, I'm goin' all out

I despise those guys that come in my
And say I'll you any time, any place
I shake my head and say, "Yeah, right"
But it's a whole different story we're on the mic
I'm not sayin' I'm the but I never fall

And I crab rappers like it's nothin' at all
You know, the sayin', "Easier said than done"
Well, I did it, it was and I had fun
Doin' I like, takin' brothers off the mic
Cold slammin' over parties the rhymes that you like

Need I say to the crowd as the system kicks
Just as as I can keep your body movin' I'm proud
The sound we supply you people keep in step
I wanna make sure the connect
And you think about a battle, well, how could you

You never wanna come the Lords again
And Mark is in the house
Without a doubt, Money Mark is in the
And my man Silver D, he got it on
He steer you wrong 'cause the brother got it goin' on

And the Kid Capri is in effect
The man Kid is definitely in effect
You try to diss I just might get wreck
The man Kid Capri is in effect a word up

And Biz Mark, he got it on
And my man V, he got it goin' on
And the DJ Doc, he got it on
And my man Troy we got it goin' on

My man the Don, he got it on
To my man Kid D, he got it on
And the Luv crew, we got it goin' on
And it's the Lords of Funk, we never ever, steer you wrong

Ah, yes, yes, y'all, it fresh y'all
Ah, yes, yes, y'all, it fresh y'all
It fresh, get fly, we get on down
Lords of Funk baby doll, we're the talk of the

And that's for those that like to out
In the old school, the new
Whatever school with all the
You know what I'm
We do all that, we can do all

But there's one thing I say before I go
in peace to my man, Jigga G
Rest in peace to my man, G
Comin' from the immortal of DJ Kid Capri
Rest in to my man, Jigga G

And rest in peace to my man Duke
Rest in peace to my man Duke
so sweet like somebody playin' a flute
Rest in to my man, Poppa Duke, word up
And I'm outta here, on