This Is How (Trials Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Well, this particular break is called the amen The amen break, here's what it sounds like [Hook: Samples] "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop is supposed to sound" "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop is supposed to sound" "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop's supposed to sound" "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop is-" "This how hip hop is-" [Verse 1: Trials] What you wanna say? I probably did And, if I didn't say it already, it's probably shit See I'm sick of rappers saying they're fresher than whatever When my shit fresher than Fran Dresher in maid dress up I'm nice from the neck up, but neck down Skin colour keg brown and my stomach gat round The trap packed out like Sandra Sully's rack out When they heard Peepshow bought the gimps back out F-U-N-K-O-A-R-S Two stank for the sweet smell of success If you see me in the street, one fucking shoe on Don't mean I lost one, mean I got a new one Using a coupon, don't you know I'm still broke but they know why I'm like "leave me alone" I'ma self-sabotaging expert marksmen Son of a gun shooting my mouth off to seargents [Verse 2: Hons] -since two thou' when I burst on the scene like an appendix Still drinking like an Irishman on St Patty reckless K Federline pennyless Might be seeing Seth Green or the Sherminators taking on apprentices You know, the set redder than a break light Certified Funkoar, so every verse I lace tighter Than a plus-sized mole in snug-fit jeans Ain't shit gonna change till I conquer the scene 'Cause I got plans for world domination like the Mongrels Hons crowned the king of the concrete jungle We smash it, hit up the hit like Babe Ruth Still broke in seven years so I guess I paid my dues Still running with that same crew, Funkoars You may have heard of us if you like that rap shit from A.U S.T. underground, let 'em know now "This how hip hop is-" "This how hip hop is-" [Hook: Samples] "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop is supposed to sound" "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop is supposed to sound" "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop's supposed to sound" "Funkoars [?]" "This how hip hop is-" "This how hip hop is-" [Verse 3: Sesta] Twenty five summers into this motherfucker Still staggering stuck-ups, still labelled a fuck-up Ill-rated and such, who rates greater than us? (oh no) No one's rated greater than us (ha ha) You can line up for a date with the nut But be nice and speak nice and lye safe for the nuts Serenate but no getting engaged with the nuts Play your cards right and you might take 'em straight to the guts "Sesta turn down your lyrics My kids feel it's a little to explicit for them to listen" Listen. I'm a God-fearing Christian I'm even giving prays when I'm pissing "Jesus Christ!" It burns, 'cause I drink and I scream and I curse Like I'm cursed with a birth defect And infects me like I'm injected directly To the vein with scotch, then I'd be a Pepsi [Verse 4: K21] Yeah, I'm a young MC but I don't bust a move Like she did will be the one who's going to cop the grove And you know [?] going to run shit too While my man Cancel's going to tear it up with Fu So, when it comes to battle, it's war, and when the actors are taught Jump on the last train back to the lab And only few are matchin' the wit These other cats ain't legit like [?] blackmail cash That there's more [?] covering tracks The blues brother of rap, it's too gutter for that And I'll be broker than the 'Oars after payday hits So I'm like "Where's Taylor Swift? I'ma take her shit" The Greensies'll bring terror from the era of flames This is how I bring it down and that never will change Some clever, but ain't done better than K-T Some peddle the brakes from the heaviest weight, and I'm out