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Ahh, yeah, the funk, baby
That's right, this is called, 'The
And my man CL Smooth it for you like this

From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do
Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin'
So prepare for and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, misty in the
Like a show all nights, a eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and beat
Now all the horny heffers wanna on my

Down by the with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon
arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not the kid leave the basement

The basement, put the in Grand
Here my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin,

me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your on the prize 'cause you won't find another
the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to a ditz so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party savior
all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca And The Brother"

Yeah once in a I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the

Of the basement, next we got, a special
I gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap

Tick, tock, tick, things are thick
Here comes the Heavster and I it makes ya sick
To see a black man gettin' on the regular
Car with the cellular, I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, pots and
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm strapped
But I know a of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So easy it on the DL
to Pete Rock and the Mecca Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know there's no
Peace signin' off, one two straight from the basement

from the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, crazy fat
I who this is comin' up?

but not least, the backbone of the Wig Out
Freestyle, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the
All over the U.S. states, London

Past and present, to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so me Don Shula
A Raider well Art Shell, crazy defense
A Pro Bowl with for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Rock
Here to when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a agent comin' from the basement

right, crazy funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his name is Rob-O, him out

Alikazaam, you'll never what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes in the basement"

Cold hit, the pavement, to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7
I thought I'd chill, take a breath
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left and get

Plus the chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin' lovely
Walkin' the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, this is
I can it
My man from the Vernon, his is Dida, make it raw

Fly an eagle, a seagull
into somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw off the shelves

up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't
the station, for conversation at six block
Uno here, to put in the mix

I get deeper than
Thinkin' of crazy shit, psychology
So speak the piece, then like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the

In the basement, is I dwell
Check the MC's 'cause I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, pah
The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover,