Funky Beat

Check Uh huh Check check, y'all Yo Whitey Ford's the name The Hunchback of Notre Dame Couldn't get more bent When it's time to represent I control it like rent In a slum tenement Life's hard like some men In the concrete jungle I don't smoke jumbo So whatcha knockin' for There's locks on my door We rock from the floor To the ceilin' Ain't no drug dealin' Ain't no gat peelin' You can't fight this feelin' Casual: Well, My style's golden Hot like molten rock Niggers come bold But leave here holdin' jock Hiero patrol Roll through the set on fifth Arm's solo Sippin' momo with a chick Niggers take the penitentiary Chances at the dances Lettin' off shots Lit off the lanterns Mad cause a nigga can't test with no access To phatness like this Sadat X: ]From one story the cowboy was founded I'm surrounded by Casual and Whitey Ford The whole world and your girl ]From the Bay to LA To my blue end while I ain't tryin' to die I'm tryin' to live While I cool out And pick up my daughter When the bell says the school out Who the hell brought tools In this peaceful event Now I can love you Front you Or we could hunt you You played too close Take a hit of this dose A yes, yes, y'all Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo Casual: So fresh y'all To the beat y'all Sadat X: A yes yes y'all Casual: We don't stop dog We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo Casual: Uh huh, ha I see the rappers bein' ruined By you and whoever's doin' that Crap, they got me booin' In fact, I'm gettin' to 'em May an electrical poetical surge Give me the urge To, consume, the tomb And submerge The depths of adverbs Keep it sick Analytical You pitiful trick I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal Rhyme style's Hip nautical Fuck the artical The artist is hardest To harvest the hard shit Sadat X: I slave till all my work is done I'm cashin' in Stack up my money for a grand set I like them all house parties rockin' Plus I'm up in your cozy Bitch turn your head and keep your eyes Where they supposed to be Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh Brown skin I keep it bouncin' I say loungin' On the side with red wine I know that shit on my floor ain't swine Now back it up Stack it up And hit me one more time It might be your phone call But check it, it's my dime And I know she's fine But get off my line Or I'll break that spine And then maybe your face You all up in my space Like with Puffy and Mase But that's just not the case Cause I'm settin' the pace While you followin' and swallowin' Savorin' the flavor In your audio for now Quick suckin' my style I'll be the man With the large amounts of savoir-faire CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby CHORUS II (X2) Sadat X: Cause it's the funky beat Cause it's the funky beat Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat) Sadat X: I'll leave a piece of my style Flyin' high up in the air And you'll say to yourself Damn I'm glad I was there This is as rare as me frickin' share You people stare But behind closed doors You will take it there Casual: Yeah I be the extraordinare Judge from Bayfare To Albee Square Tell me where the party at I'll be there Let her hit the coney at Show her where to rock the pony at I be the man With the large amounts of sapphire fare I'm about to cut loose My dog so you all best beware You can dance with flare And get out of your chair We be smarter than your average boo boo bear CHORUS Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby Rock on To the break of dawn Just freak it Ah yeah baby CHORYS II (X4) Sadat X: Cause it's the funky beat Cause it's the funky beat Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)