Here Come the Lords

Ayo, Funke, wake up

Huh?

Turn your radio up

What?

It's us

It's us?

Yeah, listen to the cut

It's our style

Our style?

Your style

Stop, brother

Ayo, ****, wake up, let me show you something

Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases

Listen, listen, it's drivin' me crazy

'Cause every time I do a style and flip it kind of simple

Brothers say, "That's fat", and do it on the demo

From a demo to a promo, now a hit on the radio

Next thing you know, they'll be doin' our video

Same one?

Same one

Concepts, whole nine

And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme

I'm not worried though (Why?), I'm flippin' hits from the grill

And in the underground, only real stays real, so um

Check the skills, the skills are kinda ill and yo

Here come the Lords, 'cause we're here to make a kill

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

Ayo, Marley

Ayo, what's up knocka?

Do you hear these suckers tryin' to clock the Lord Chief Rocka?

Yeah, I hear 'em, they're just a bunch of clones on your bone

Hold up, I'm tryin' to figure out where could they get my style from?

Ayo, wait a minute, remember the tape you shopped around a while back?

Yo what, wasn't that your boys?

Now they got our stuff down pat

Yo, man, don't sweat it, just show 'em why they call you Mr. Funke

Yo, Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass, Brass Monkey

Here come the Lords, here come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me?

I told you we were comin', you suckers didn't believe me

The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper

I'm hangin' other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper

Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky

Stop being stingy, knocka, pass that Brass Monkey

I step off a stage, everyone knows who I am

Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I jam

Give me the mic and watch me wax that ass

Keep the camera moving 'cause I'm kinda fast

You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip

But you'll never, ever rip Funke style as good as this

Because you sound like you're drugged, you might as well be a singer

Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz

So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down

Just dig the sound, 'cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

Here come the Lords

Here come the Lords

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Here come the Lords

Well, um, open up the doors and yell, "Here come the Lords"

Yell it loud, yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd

I packs 'em, In the Closet, like Michael Jackson

And love to hear the girls go, ooh, when I'm rockin'

So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it

And caught you on the dillz from my jam called Check It

Check it, check it, check it, check it, microphone, check it

Yeah, you went wild, 'cause your moms digs my records

So come on, I'm takin' you where the sun don't shine

The underground, but everything is fine

I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets hectic

Your vocal chords'll get cracked, you gets no Chloraseptic

Too ill, I'm so chill, chill, man, chill

I know who used to be, but now who's Top Bill?

Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke

Marley filled the house with hits so you know The Lords are chunky

We stink, like pee-yew, funk from my shoe

But what about this funk can two brothers like us do

But get down like James Brown and rock the whole town?

And now The Lords have broke ground

Here come the Lords

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Here come the Lords