Funky Child

Born with the fuckers from the womb of Brenda

She now likes the Lords but she used to dig the Spinners

First with the style from the birth canal

And now I got the flav to make the crowd go wild

So dig it, ooh, watch me dig it

I'm takin' no shorts unless it's comin' from a midget

I tax the peace more than chicken packs grease

I'm loose and knockin' boots but if not I'll knock teeth

Ga-ga, ooh, cries the baby

Smacked on the ass, now the Do-It-All's crazy

No rattles or playpens or crowds when I'm rappin'

And yes, I do reruns, as if this what was happening

Now January 14th has birthed the funk one

The B-day for Dupree and yes, I'm funky

I got ya bobbin' to the funky style

K-Def, let 'em know, here comes the funky child

The fifth of the terror, it's the return of Funky Krueger

A.K.Anger, we told 'em Mr. Funke Wallbanger

Conceived in the fire fight and born through disasters

The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters

"Mr. Funke?", yes girl, the black mack is back

Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that

You can work day and night, you could practice all your life

But I still take the show then I go home with the wife

Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercy

I hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do

Make you call me uncle uncle, uncle (What? What? Who?)

When I was young, I used to sing with my sister (Hey)

Now I kick the ill styles, you have to call me Mr.

Coolin' in the House of Hits, time to buck wild

Raised in the ways of the funky child

Hold on

Back up, baby, 'cause here comes the stroller

We're hip when we rock hard like hip rock'n'roller

I'm caught in the swingin', hypnotized by the pendulum

Distributed by Elektra, so this is how I'm killin' 'em

K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technic

Marley's on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like pow

Now it's time to get buck wild

And watch my funky brothers freak the underground in

A second, a minute, in no times flat

Bring it back

And go grab the album to bring the Lords money

Take it home to mom to say, "Ain't they funky?"

We gone "Psycho" and everybody thought that we was Das

It didn't affect me, I said, "So what?", I kept on writing rhymes

I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my flow

I fear no man, 'cause if it's on, fool, then it's on (And it's on)

Don't worry not for other crews sellin' out

As long as Lords of the Underground stay underground

The brothers of LOTUG will keep the lyrical fitness

Don't worry about me sellin' out, mind your business

You might say, "Damn, Mr. Funke's goin' out"

But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm about

Any props you receive are the props that you'll earn

I'm off till the funky child returns