tales of the funky
Singer:digital underground
obsessed with creating another author
now i remember back when everything was on the one
let me take you back a little further than that
the mothership connection and the rest of the pack
when bootsy's rubber band hit the stage
with the star-shaped bass
he'd send the crowd into a rage
the mothership landing in dc
everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent
there's michael hampton at one end of the stage
banging out maggot brain with eddie hazel
i remember that and you do too
he would always call the mothership down for you
come and reminisce with shorty b
you know that i was born one of the funkentelechy
humpty-hump and the horny horns why don't you blow for me
i know the drummer can you let me in?
tell the guitar player that i brought my friends
sweet with a touch of class
funk used to be a bad word to you
i couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two
so free your dull-ass mind your funky ass will follow
your funk is watered down
in other words it's kinda shallow
i said i'd rather be with you
but since you've been lost
so flash your lights in the air
and don't forget that the funk mob is everywhere
don't be standing on the verge of gettin it on
and george'll be the first to tell you when the funk's gone
there's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid
you might imagine me funky though like cupid
what is this? this is a tribute to the mob
d'void of funk so my set don't slop
i'm kind of cosmic like vernon
i rap around the mic like fuzzy
and like starchild and grady
i grab the funk by the neck and let it take me
and if you ain't funky you will learn
i confess you've got to clean your chest
and don't forget that everything is on the one
and if i ask to funk are you gonna
cream always rises to the top
see pop ain't where i'm coming from
so haul to the left and don't forget to bring your bop gun
do that stuff like you knew
and if you're down with the funk
and now that i just took you back to the future
it's time to wake you up so i begin to suture
and then i mend your wounds
but red hot lover's got the loose booty
my lyrics amaze the vital juices
too many funky words sooth me
trojan on my tip and won't trip
about the articulation from my lips
all the homies in the hood that i can flow
with the p-funk in the sound
and if it ain't gots the p it ain't down
i'm like al capone on the microphone
i'm blasting lyrics through your dome
i won't bite though just to write a funky rhyme
for the very first time i wrote my rhyme
and if prince is on my tip it don't phase me
i'm from the old school of funk
i got knee-deep bumping in my trunk
this is not a trivia or a quiz
i just put the funk back in showbiz
ain't nothing but a party
hitting you off with mfstbc
still kicking it for the acorn posse
jerry hodge is in the booth kicking it
wanna send a shout out to shock g
cause without him there would be no me