Funky Rhythms - Dred Scott, Tragedy

So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere

When I’m rocking up a party, yo, I feel no fear

I be the one with the funk I kick

Yo I gets on the mic and says something sick

I give a «la-di-da-di yes yes y’all»

I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall

And at the party I’m the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast

Like a pissed off post office worker

But you must understand that I’m just having fun

Like Sanford and Son cause I feel swell

When I bust my nut off when I’m on the DL

A fucking midget with his legs cut off

Can’t get lower than me when I shake my funk

A brother with style and I ain’t no punk

Like Nat, I’m a king that’s Cole as ice

Double teaming me because you know I’m twice as nice

So check it out y’all

Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight

But hold tight, I’m the motivator with the right

Stuff, I keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff

Cause I ain’t even trying to hear that stuff

I kick black facts over fat tracks that Dred packs

Peace to Freaknasty and the rest of my cats

Where’s the axe?

I want to cut a rapper in half

And laugh, dissect his whole steelo

Used to be high, so I chopped him down to be low

Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo

I’m raw, I funk you up and down like a see saw

To be more than a racist pig named Limbaugh

You see, cause I be the mad verbal doctor

Check my resume, I’m at the top of the roster

For your listening pleasure…

I gots to be the prodigy, you know I be vocalizing

Earlying in the morning while you’re yawning

Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder

Cause I be the true overlord of the under

Breaking chumps like old Tupperware

Stepping up smooth Dred with my savoir fare

Imperial funklord, cause I be the freaker

So funky you think I farted down your speaker

Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, I’m taking no shorts

Not even for my skinny legs

The renegade with the ill vernacular, I bring the drama

I get loose just like the lips on Madonna

My flow is all around, and yours is like a

Bucket over there that broke down

I would have given you a ride if you had let me know

That you had to hitchhike

Just like I’m going to pass you the mic right now

Awww, bitch, sike

With the beat kicking back, yo I like that snare

On the microphone cause my style is rare

And the rest of the world ain’t heard that shit before

I’m on the microphone, I slam just like a door

BOOM!

And it shuts while I kick the dust

I’m on the microphone flowing and I can’t… (fades out)