Food For Funk

Common

What yo yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

Check it yo

You say a one for the trouble two for the time

Come on y'all let's rock that uh

I can feel the funk

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Check it

I come to grips with mics

I come to grips that a lot of mic users is dikes

I come to grips with the likes of Fred Hampton

Cold so I'm lampin with no need for spotlight

When I got light like an intersection you talk

But you came to my town with protection

Election year had the block hot

I scream f**k the world for having a baby girl sorta cock block

I write rhymes like I come from the windy city

With my crew I click like simply stand midi with reality

Casually I walk through these war games

Some claim say but then they take on w***e names

If that's the way your s*x drives stay in your lane

If you're a man I can't tell like if the door rang now

Now to the ladies in the house when you come in the place

It ain't a bunch of n***az all up in your face

The music is thumpin and you're feelin the bass

What you wanna do girl

Wanna shout

To the brothas when you come in a jam it ain't a bunch of n***az

It ain't high tech and ain't got free liquor

You jackin his name and stick to make you jones get thicker

What you wanna do man

Let go

Yo check it

Some n***az be on the mic sounding like dikes

Allow me to get on and bust like Spike

Uh

Lee I'm in the majors with no rotation

Through stations of bulls**t I see through like a pager

In the age of Aquarius various things

Is gonna carry us in intellect and what have you

Street astrologists interpret point stars and half moons

Then end up on garages or walls in bathrooms

Every black moon a rap tune move me

The rap sun I rain more than Rudy that unruly sh*t is played

It don't stop

It's time to get it get it made

I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown's face

I know how the underground tastes

I want a crib from the ground up rooms spin at a round pace

Get down based on true story through Corey came close to the teachers

Colder as the Iceman posted before it start wrinklin

Linkin with cats who don't react to change in the years

Fulfill prophesies in rooms full of emptiness now

I can feel the funk

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Yo check it check it

I came through the corridor with the aura

Raw Chicago mora scope the horror

Read between the lines and know the border

Some pop wines for juice I wait in the water

Waitin for you Big Willie n***az to have a show at The Crib

We gon get with your glamour long as we know where it is

Tell you ain't a player by your sweater doused with wack feather

The Crib got the gangsta playa sh*t patent like black leather

I rap better than you you or maybe him

But I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb

Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly

Some be so high they believe they fly like R Kelly

But then they fall off dusted n***az is gettin sawed off

They fall soft my mental lift is for me to haul off

I kick a**

Scratching

I can feel the funk

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Makes me wanna shout wanna shout

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Scratching

Wanna shout