Ain't no rapper who could stifle this. I'm twice as triflin, as Satan's worst disciple is. Better get that through your head right quick. Better yet, you get your crew if the ?shred's by picks?.
I hate the way you won't let me go out on Friday nights. I hate the way you try and say I need to live my life. I think that I am doing just as well off on my own.
We are the lazy generation. No more standing out in line. So good at wasting our time. . We are the lazy generation. We are the lazy generation. We are the lazy generation.
(Keith Murray). [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"]. Live up in this piece. I'ma set off like this, check me out. Now who's these crazy niggaz, drinkin.
Yo, yeah, uhhhh. Yo whattup?. Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon. The matador of metaphor. Mista Keith Murray. Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex. Word up. Got the Squadron, word up.
Where do you wanna go to school?. I don't know. Where do you wanna get a job?. I don't know. What do you wanna be when you grow up?. I don't know. Don't know the answers, the questions are.
(Steve Whiteman, Terry Miller). Your silky black hair and pearly white skin. Without a word I hear you call again. You tempt and tease me with your vampire kin.
Yeah, Kaotic in the house!. (That's that shit, that's that shit). That's that, that's that, that's that, that's that shit!. (That's that shit, that's that shit!).
You wonder why I never think you understand. Because it seems like you're not listening. I laugh aloud, then suddenly I disappear in to another place.
(Steve Whiteman, Shea Quinn). My living doll I hear you call. She's my ball baby ball. Yeah she's keeping me up all night. Honey hush don't you cry. Gonna sing you a lullabye.
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex. 60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do. Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop. You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this.
[Funkmaster Flex scratchin]. "Funkmaster Flex" - Redman. "Funkmaster Flex" - Guru. "Funkmaster" - ? "Flex" - Nas. "Fu-funk, fu-funk, ma-ma, ma-ma. Ma-ma, mas-master Flex" - Redman.
You're outta line. You're always fucking with my mind. You always waste my fucking time. But now that shit's done. . You take your time. You always tell me to hurry up.
(Steve Whiteman). . I can't sleep I can't eat. I can't think of anything but you. My heart beats on heart beats off. Thinking 'bout the things we used to do.
(Lauryn Hill) Yeah, we got Fugees up in here, haha!. (Wyclef) Refugee camp y'all. (Lauryn Hill) Funkmaster Flex up in here!. (Wyclef) One two, yeah. (Lauryn Hill) Yeah, yeah like this yo.
Don't, no, don't. . Dont try and tell me how to live. I don't care if I will never find a way to die. I don't know if I will ever find a way. I'll never try to decide.
(Steve Whiteman, Shea Quinn). Losers weepers finders keepers. More than a childrens game to play. Ready or not a warning shot. You come along and blow me away.
Yesterday I swore and promised to God. That I'd get out and meet a real girl. So I got up started walking out the door five trailers down. And I see her.
Intro: Pretty Boy (Foxy Brown). . Yo (uh huh). Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh). Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit). Fox Boogie '97 (Fox). Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah).
Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide. How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25. Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25. Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars.