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

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

I can't to see my name on a marquee
They're gonna put it right there where it be
I'm gonna up and man I can taste it
And anyone that don't like it, 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 little bit in the
Tryin' to make a hit, I for hours and hours
And days and days thinkin' about all the this pays
But nevertheless I gotta be the

I gotta dress to and have a girl
the Guess Jeans on her behind, the girl is so fine
I love the way she light the when we wine and dine
I electrify minds, exterminate
a little music at the games, the Ruckers

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

The more you see me is the more that you appreciate my
Superb for rap
And everything that goes with including clap
'Cause I'm strong, my strategy is talked about
And I'm takin' no shorts, I'm all out

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

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

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

You never wanna across the Lords again
And Money Mark is in the
a doubt, Money Mark is in the house
And my man Silver D, he got it on
He won't steer you 'cause the brother got it goin' on

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

And Biz Mark, he got it on
And my man Kool V, he got it 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 ever, ever steer you wrong

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

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

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

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