Freestyle - Q-tip Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Open your eyes see the sight you never saw 

Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore 

The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together 

Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather 

Open your eyes see the sight you never saw 

Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore 

The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together 

Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather 

The ghetto style and the ghetto behavior 

We got the shit for the foes and the neighbors 

The house of the elite you know we keep shit street 

Really raw like you never saw before, check it Pah 

The Funkmaster, wack MC's they get plastered 

My man is faster, my shit be out before it's even mastered 

So before you even think about a fuckin scrimmage 

Take your heads out the clouds and realize we'll diminish 

Queens keeper, flexin not a street sweeper 

Written in town, Scram Jones in your speaker 

Top notch vocal child the microphone or the scuba dives 

during the night, and no we ain't the frog 

of highlighting, the jam with experience but still fresh 

The vibe of Tribe Called Quest, you can't fess 

Or fraudulate, I gotta make these chickenheads wait 

About to cop this tape, hop in my whip and skate 

So hit your nearest location, support your hip-hop nation 

And the Flex Foundation 

For the pockets, we gettin niggaed you can't stop it 

The Abstract the Funkmaster Flex the main topic 

So niggy yo you got to hear it better yet to believe it 

Cause you can't retrieve it or deceive it 

And yo, you got to understand the rhyme 

The Funkmaster Flex that's a true man of mine, check it out 

Yo yo yo 

Say word 

Shouts out to my motherfuckin man 

For the Boogie Down, on down 

The Funkmaster 

Rippin shit, hook it up-aca