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Lyrics for Let The Funk Flow by EPMD:
| | | Artist: | EPMD |
| | Album: | Strictly Business | | Track: | Let The Funk Flow | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 77 | | | | Lyrics: | Parrish Smith]
Relax while I tax or you can just max
It really doesn't matter just
stay the hell back
Poppin much junk now the time has arose n
I pick your card and
your name has been chosen
Not all about ?line opin? or the stick up scene
"Let it
flow!" you know what I mean
I'm the PMD in the place to be
Clock rhymin and I lock
ya around the tick tocker
Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
So a
brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow
[Erick Sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like Getti
Use the same fuel
as Mario Andretti
Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I
rhyme no matter what we win
I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you
real, it's no time to slip
Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael
Jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
Let the MC's know that I shock like
lightning
They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening
[Parrish] So let the
funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Erick Sermon]
Blastoff, and off you go
We
usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
I would say ?bamba yards?, but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
So I will stay, if that's fine wit
you
But I won't leave, until the party is through
So while I'm here, let me get
funky
Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
Put the pep in your step, the
stride in your glide
EPMD them goin nationwide
[Parrish Smith]
While the
bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
You're out of control, and I'm right on track
In seconds later I work the bone out
your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
We like to hang, torture
then slaughter
All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
E said (let em slide), say
what but I'm in the mood
for dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
Reel
the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait
[Erick] So let the funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Parrish Smith]
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
When
the brother PMD is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
to go off beat, and come back on time
To maintain and explain, but never sound the
same
And when it comes to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes
I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
Step out dressed to impress, with
no intention to fess
Chillin HARD, with the P on my chest
Rhymin on the mic, while
the beat rocks steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy
[Erick
Sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller
or Stroh
That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
The love that y'all playin and
screamin had to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can
sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there sayin E is hot
That
only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
There's
nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
So let the funk flow
"Let it
flow!"
[Parrish] So let the funk flow
"Let it flow!"
[Parrish] Yo, this beat
is sort of funky
[Sermon] Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
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