Lyrics

Forget what people say Forget what record companies and other people Who think they know what's going on say you must do to be successful Do what that voice in your head tells you to do [(Make it funky) (funky) (funky) -] JB's [(One after the other one, then I make another one) -] Rakim [Verse 1: Master Rob] Shhh.. Now everybody listen up, check one-two (Do what you gotta do) I'm flowin' like the Mississippi river Contain more protein than grade-A liver You said I'm a so-so, yo, so sit back You threw up your joints and I went whip-whap- Whip, yeah, now you got a big lip Damn, I wonder why some brothers flip Like pancakes, extendin' false handshakes And plastic smiles and all the while The Master has to cast the vote And that's guilty, yo, that's the verdict, you heard it Yo Diamond, are you there? (Y-) (Y-) (You know it) Yeah, now it's time to show it Cause everything's in order and it's showtime I get involved with the crowd cause I can hold mine Like a sailor sittin' at a bar Low and behold, catch a risin' star The Ultimate Force, the talk of the industry I'm low-key, I keep my shit indiscreet I might laugh and joke a lot Don't sleep, gee, I knock a rapper out the box Like skelsy, you'll say, "Well hell he's Kinda swift with the gift I must admit" These are the ingredients for another hit (Funky) (Make it funky) (Make it funky) (One after the other one, then I make another one) (Make it funky) (Make it funky) [Verse 2: Master Rob] Spending hours with Diamond lookin for loops (Yo Rob, how's this?) The question is moot So, excuse me as I kiss the sky I'm straight up and down like Bed-Stuy The track is like crack, the rush is intense Expandin' and gettin' dense To the point where I can sit back and say I wouldn't have it any other way, okay? Let's get somethin straight, I get papes Hear my joint on a Kid Capri tape In a Benz, a Beamer, or a limo Huh, you can hear my demo Boomin' like a Dapper Dan suit Everything's for real, I could never be a fluke I hold my head and stay well fed Don't try to get fat because that shit is dead Like a battery that's three months old Me and Diamond are on the road To the riches, that's where everything switches Brothers stop spreadin' rumors like little bitches About my crew, and get a forty Gettin' naughty, tell your boys that you saw me Catchin' wreck I collect respect On stage, vinyl, CD or cassette Extremely legit These are the ingredients for another hit (Make it funky) (Make it funky) (One after the other one, then I make another one) (Make it funky) (Make it funky) [Verse 3: Master Rob] Ultimate productions, Ultimate lyrics An Ultimate combination to make you feel it You might say to yourself, yeah, they can better it But you can save that kiddiegarten rhetoric Patience is a virtue And I can go the whole nine yards just like Herschel Walker, cause I'm a night stalker I got my own, I could never be a hawker Yeah, now that's the ticket I'm gettin' funky like Wilson Pickett James Brown and Rufus Thomas I captivate the crowd, that's a promise It doesn't matter where I go New York, L.A., Detroit or Chicago And overseas promoters say, "Please come back" Because I got it like that So remember the Force is Ultimate These are the ingredients for another hit (Make it funky) (Make it funky) (One after the other one, then I make another one) (Make it funky) (Make it funky)