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The is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton
Lords of the Underground witness the of the funky child
hit 'em

Born with the from the womb of Brenda
See I the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
First with the style the birth canal
And now I got the flav to make the crowd go
Do dig it (screams) Ooh me kick it
I'm taking no shorts this ?girl from my midget?
I packs the piece more chicken packed grease
I'm nearly boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the
Smacked on the ass now the crazy
No rattles or playpens, the what I'm rapping
And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was
Now 14th has birthed the funk one
The for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the style
K-Def let 'em know here the funky child

Yeah, born in the of Newark, now witness the birth of Mr. Funkee

The fifth of the terror, the return of Funky Kreuger
A.K. Anger, but yo Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the by you warned through disaters
The funky child was to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is
Here to kick my style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you practice all your life
But I still take the show and I go home with the wife
Oh my God, funky with the style, have mercy
I hurdle over just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do
Make you me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
When I was younger I used to sing with my
Now I kick the ill you have to call me mister
Cooling in the of Hits, time to buckwild
Raised in the ways of the child

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

(Funky child) (Funky style)

Well um, back up baby, here come the
We're hit when we dry crawl and hit 'n' roller
I'm in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just?, so this is how I'm them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the
Marley's on the mix and now the Lords a hit like POW
Now time to get buckwild
And watch my funky freak the underground
In a second, or minute, in no times
(Flatline noise) it back
And go grab the album to the Lords money
Take it to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

We gone and everbody thought they did was styles
They didn't affect me, I "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
I keep my funky perfected so no one can stop my flow
I fear no man, cause if it's on fool, then on (And it's on)
Don't worry not for crews selling out
As long as Lords of the stay underground
The brothers of LOTUG will the lyrical fitness
Don't worry about me selling out, mind business
You say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"
But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm
Any props you are the props that you earn
I'm off till the funky returns