Common:
Whatyoyoyoyoyo
Yoyo yo yoyoyoyoyo
Check ityo
You say a one for the troubletwo for the time
Come on y alllet s rock thatuh
(I can feel the funk)(x4)
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
Coldso I m lampinwith no need for spotlight
When I got light like an intersectionyou talk
But you came to my town with protection
Election yearhad the block hot
I scream "fuck the world" for having a baby girl sorta cock block
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crewI click like simplystand midi with reality
CasuallyI walk through these war games
Some claim say but then they take on whore names
If that s the way your sex drivesstay in your lane
If you re a manI can t tell like if the door rang now

Chorus:
Nowto the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain t a bunch of niggaz 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 jamit ain t a bunch of niggaz
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)
Yocheck it

Some niggaz be on the micsounding like dikes
Allow me to get on and bust like Spike(uh)
LeeI m in the majors with no rotation
Through stations of bullshitI see through like a pager
In the age of Aquariusvarious 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 moona rap tune move me
The rap sunI rain more than Rudythat unruly shit is played
It don t stop
It s time to get itget 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 uprooms spin at a round pace
Get down based on true storythrough Coreycame close to the teachers
Colder as the Icemanposted before it start wrinklin
Linkin with catswho don t react to change in the years
Fulfill prophesies in rooms full of emptinessnow

Chorus:

I can feel the funk(x8)
Yocheck itcheck it

I came through the corridorwith the aura
Raw Chicago morascope the horror
Read between the lines and know the border
Some pop wines for juiceI wait in the water
Waitin for you Big Willie niggaz to have a show at The Crib
We gon get with your glamourlong 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 shit patent like black leather
I rap better than youyouor 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 highthey believe they fly like R. Kelly
But then they fall offdusted niggaz is gettin sawed off
They fall softmy mental lift is for me to haul off
I kick ass

Chorus:
(scratching)
I can feel the funk(x16)(makes me wanna shoutwanna shout)(x4)
(scratching)Wanna shout

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