I went to the hospital, asked for a general check. The doctor said yes and started to stick needles into my back. They sucked out all my blood, made me piss into a glass.
My little girl sitts in her room. Locked for years and years. Her Mummy knits and watches TV. And she never dried her tears. Daddy drinks the whole night long.
Murder Inc, Thugged Out, Franchise. Funk Flex, Big Dog Pitbulls. Two Surburbans in the fuckin' house. 'Cause Funk Flex and N.O.R.E. are killin' 'em out there.
One, two, three. . Listen to me, I won't repeat. And please d-d-don't make me stutter. This is the last time I'm telling you, blah, blah. It's something about the golden rule.
If I only had an ocean to compliment the sky. I'd pull it down and paint it for you and I'd never question why. Cause "red would mean you loved me". And "blue would mean you cared".
Time 4 sum aksion. Time 4 sum aksion. Time 4 sum aksion. Let's get ready to rumble. . In this corner we have the funk body snatcher. P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough.
The moon is down and heaven is waiting. For us to find her in our sites. With focus that's strong. But my strength keeps slipping. . Now we're all the terminal cases.
[Flex]. Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex. . [Nore]. A lot of ghetto things goin on right here. Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.. FUNKMASTER! Flex, Flex. Big Punisher, Punisher.
You'll be a wolf devoured by a lion. Cause you look like a lamb. But baptized in fire. Fearing yet hoping the best. Has swallowed you asleep once again.
Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex. A lot of ghetto things goin' on right here. Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E.. Funkmaster, Flex, Flex. Big Punisher, Punisher.
False pretense. A lack of resonance. A derisive sentiment. And confidence. . These bonds were always fake. Crafted for safety's sake. But pasted wings and foil rings.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Oh shit, shoutout to fucking Queens baby. (To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers). . [DMX]. All my niggas get down like what.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Oh shit, shoutout to fucking Queens baby. (To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers). . [DMX]. All my niggas get down like what.
I just want to thank You Jesus. I just want to thank You Lord. . Lord, You were there when I was young. Watching me play, watching me run. Lord, You were there the first day of school.
[Funkmaster Flex]. Hold up, shut this shit down. It's goin down baby, Funk Flex. We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee. cause you know how the fuck I get down!.
A yo, a yo, a yo, a yo,. I rock short sleeve shirts and long sleeve shirts. Your freestyle's hot though your songs need work.. Ya shit stay in the hood while my songs leave earth.
Intro: Q-Tip (Harmonizing like scat). . Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do,. Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do. . Tip: Yo what's ya name hop?.
Funkmaster Flex:. One time for your mind.. Volume two.. Funk Flex.. Sixty minutes of funk.. You know how we do back for the nine-seven.. . Jermaine Dupri:.
Darkened.... Burnt everywhere destroyed. My life has ruined. Everything lost. And I feel exhausted. Reflections.... Made me smile no more. I had no dreams.
Waken in the arms of an angel, relieving the pain. That brought to us by vexing roads of fate. Struggled all through the life. Departed in anguish. Now, shining in the dark.