[Intro: Funkmaster Flex]
"Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex"
Word up, you know the flavor, bounce to the beat
It's the Funkmaster Flex to make you lean in your jeep
On, one time for your mind
C. Boogie break 'em off a little something!
[Verse 1: Charlie Brown]
Hey, yo, check it out, it's real late in the mornin'
All these other DJ's, they really got me yawnin'
But when Funkmaster Flex gets the radio hyped
The people of type, it's time to wipe
All the MC's that think they can rap real fresh
Now, the Boogie to the Brown comes off and I pass any test
Like an SAT that inspires, all I ever wanted was my name on fliers
Blowing up the spot, rock hard
With the rhythm that goes around the clock
Tick tick tock is the hands of time
So listen to a brother as I start to climb
It's like that, that that or this, get up and get dissed
Because my crew makes five fingers and a fist
That's right, reminisce over cuts and give me a kiss, baby doll
[Chorus]
"Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex" (cut and scratched)
[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shoot me down, hear the sound
WOOO, tight rugged-ass hip-hip sound
Here I go again, somethin' brand new
Like my mom-AHH, rough any son out of the blue
Straight to the point, baby, I was born to be dope
I was doin' me, doooin' meeee, DOOOOIN' MEEEEE, nope
You slept on the record now it's time to break out
Like a 40 being cracked, tastin' good down the neck
The lyric that I'm kickin' to you from the crib
All in together now, funky like a shoe
Baby, I love rap and rap loves me
Like a sister to a microphone to an MC
What is an MC if he has no flow?
Go aheeeeeaaaad, it's that in, Inspector Clouseau
Uh, Black Panther, would you do me? No sir
Doing me is like a fisherman without water
Then what could you catch? Nothin', stop frontin'
That's like a man with no legs kickin' somethin'
What could you kick if you're not that slick
Another flip to God, it's like Hot without him sir!
What is your mission, please allow me to rock the spot!
Kill a cop, don't cop walk do jop!
[Chorus]
"Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex" (cut and scratched)
[Verse 3: Biz Markie]
The Biz came here to rock you and really blow your mind
I can't really do it to you, girl, I can do it to you anytime
I don't mean no harm, girl, all I want to do is sing
With Funkmaster Flex on the turntables
And I am the microphone king
I am down with the F-L-I-P Squad and you know I'm the
Uh, original B-I-Z Markie, hey, now
You know me as the o-rig-in-al B-I-Z dub-iz uh A-R-K I with the E
Best in Zing, man-appointed rap king
Now I am bug-ging on the mic, no it's me, do what I like
Now I'm sendin' this out to New Jersey and the Boogie Down
Can't forget um, um, um, the Queens and
Brooklyn is on the scene and
Uptown, Manhattan, and Connecticut, it don't matter to me
Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all
Party having people guaranteed to be like havin' a ball
I'm the original one
It don't matter to me because you know I sound so full and
Ahhhhh, number like addition
Super-educated, I'm on top of the list and
This is something for the radio, hoe
You know me, 'cause I am on the go
Another mic and DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH DAH
I make that out of my mind
Now I can sing a record, I get respected
I'm never neglected, while connected, Kyle connected
You know me, I'm the original B, Funkmaster
I'm just buggin', I'll just leave
[Chorus]
"Nuttin' but flavor like Funkmaster Flex" (cut and scratched)
[Outro: Funkmaster Flex]
That’s right boy big shout to the video music box
My man Ralph McDaniels he’s the Crazy Sam
My man Teffie big shout to beast
You know ho we two barbecue or buggalo
Big shout to Steve Smith big shout the video two box
And I’m out of here Mimani full respect
You how we do East coast
(Do that) Ahahahah
