Part 1

Lyrics

[Hook] (Get funky) (Get funky) [Verse 1] Modern day romance, snowman abomination Coming with the turtle neck, gold chain combination Need focus, concentration, attitude described ferocious Wisdom of the others given grim diagnosis Tried to notice the ghost detail visually Yes the efforts of the honour guard failed miserably Derailed history, a little faith goes far Switch paints manual, smith knows bar Mozart with the beat machine and a flow chart South Bronx broke art, all brains no heart Off to a slow start, kicking shit like Dolemite Going town to town on a Touki Bouki motorbike It's like that, powered by hydrazine Keeper of the keys of sub rock's time machine Green Giant lima bean, needing war story telling Plan a rocket explore sworn style warrior [Hook] (Get funky) (Get funky) [Verse 2] How dope can you possibly get technically? This time you're gonna pay for the sweat equity Cadets weaponry, juvenile hoodlum Brutal, it's boring like a beautiful woman Recruits unsuitable, love leads hatred weight Lies keep your grubby pies off the sacred crates Naked states of absolute uselessness Figures, a lot of these diggers are unscrupulous Ludicrous, crosseyed, making an absurd claim Citation needed, annihilation word game Ding bird brains junkie spiralling Coming at you like a spider monkey Outsider funky, Hannibal Lecter frightens Exchequer all my old records are collector's items Tightening up like Archie Bell Mad flows but in the shadows so you can hunt me down [Hook] (Get funky) (Clap your hands, stomp your feet) (Clap your hands, stomp your feet) (Yo, let's get stupid, fresh) (The beat y'all, you don't stop keep on) (Oh shit) (Oh shit) (Yo listen to this, yo go 'head chief chief) (What is it?) (Ait ait, here we go) (Holy fuck he fucking hit his ass hard, just ran his ass the fuck over)