Funky 97 Lyrics
| Song | Funky 97 |
| Artist | Five Fingers of Funk |
| Album | Slap Me Five |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Five Fingers of Funk ... | |
| Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack | |
| Pump the real rap false crap to the back | |
| I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school | |
| Gave you what all others lacked | |
| Integrity contained in the grain of the lines | |
| Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes | |
| Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die | |
| But it lifted and strengthened the mind | |
| Now the nineties are here so have fear it's getting washed out | |
| All the original vibes are being tossed out | |
| Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats | |
| These companies are weak their songs incomplete | |
| They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it | |
| Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it | |
| Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme | |
| Not an M.C. 'cause an M.C. knows the time | |
| Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast | |
| They try to boast that their style is so dope | |
| But it won't last a round when the real sound macks | |
| "For all the pioneers I'm going way back" | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 | |
| Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one | |
| I wake around noon I squint at the sun | |
| Consider all my chores each day I catch more | |
| Throw on my drawers before I get the job done | |
| I step out the apt. without delay | |
| Walkman pumping "It's a brand new day" | |
| I'm gonna meet the keen-one when suddenly I see some | |
| Ducks in a truck playing "Ice Ice Babe" | |
| Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended | |
| I guess I must admit that at the shit I was offended | |
| They proceeded to park stepped in the minute-mart | |
| I thought to myself "The situation is splendid" | |
| I stepped up to it and began to analyze the | |
| Scene in green I tagged my name "Pete Miser" | |
| Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I'm flipping | |
| The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a | |
| Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop | |
| The shit they hit it makes me wonder how they get props | |
| As if you didn't know it takes the skills to flow | |
| Go back to the lab 'cause if you step you'll get dropped | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 | |
| Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves | |
| 'Cause back then we'd rap when caps sent the braincells | |
| Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying | |
| Their fronting ain't it something fluffing nothings still trying | |
| To come off but the drums lost their weak minds | |
| I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines | |
| These toys nowadays employ the sound waves | |
| To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways | |
| Don't understand the plan the man or my reasons | |
| Wack rhyme's a crime and I'm trying you for treason | |
| You're a goner if I catch you on a corner in a freestyle | |
| But I never will you lack skills that's why you're on trial | |
| Go back to the basics or face it your fake shit | |
| Wastes airspace it's a disgrace when you make it | |
| If it don't sell well tell me would you do it? | |
| If not then hot shot you'd better not pursue it | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 |
| zuo ci : Five Fingers of Funk ... | |
| Funky fresh tracks I' m strapped with a pack | |
| Pump the real rap false crap to the back | |
| I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school | |
| Gave you what all others lacked | |
| Integrity contained in the grain of the lines | |
| Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes | |
| Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die | |
| But it lifted and strengthened the mind | |
| Now the nineties are here so have fear it' s getting washed out | |
| All the original vibes are being tossed out | |
| Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats | |
| These companies are weak their songs incomplete | |
| They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it | |
| Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it | |
| Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme | |
| Not an M. C. ' cause an M. C. knows the time | |
| Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast | |
| They try to boast that their style is so dope | |
| But it won' t last a round when the real sound macks | |
| " For all the pioneers I' m going way back" | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 | |
| Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one | |
| I wake around noon I squint at the sun | |
| Consider all my chores each day I catch more | |
| Throw on my drawers before I get the job done | |
| I step out the apt. without delay | |
| Walkman pumping " It' s a brand new day" | |
| I' m gonna meet the keenone when suddenly I see some | |
| Ducks in a truck playing " Ice Ice Babe" | |
| Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended | |
| I guess I must admit that at the shit I was offended | |
| They proceeded to park stepped in the minutemart | |
| I thought to myself " The situation is splendid" | |
| I stepped up to it and began to analyze the | |
| Scene in green I tagged my name " Pete Miser" | |
| Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I' m flipping | |
| The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a | |
| Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop | |
| The shit they hit it makes me wonder how they get props | |
| As if you didn' t know it takes the skills to flow | |
| Go back to the lab ' cause if you step you' ll get dropped | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 | |
| Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves | |
| ' Cause back then we' d rap when caps sent the braincells | |
| Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying | |
| Their fronting ain' t it something fluffing nothings still trying | |
| To come off but the drums lost their weak minds | |
| I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines | |
| These toys nowadays employ the sound waves | |
| To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways | |
| Don' t understand the plan the man or my reasons | |
| Wack rhyme' s a crime and I' m trying you for treason | |
| You' re a goner if I catch you on a corner in a freestyle | |
| But I never will you lack skills that' s why you' re on trial | |
| Go back to the basics or face it your fake shit | |
| Wastes airspace it' s a disgrace when you make it | |
| If it don' t sell well tell me would you do it? | |
| If not then hot shot you' d better not pursue it | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 |
| zuò cí : Five Fingers of Funk ... | |
| Funky fresh tracks I' m strapped with a pack | |
| Pump the real rap false crap to the back | |
| I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school | |
| Gave you what all others lacked | |
| Integrity contained in the grain of the lines | |
| Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes | |
| Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die | |
| But it lifted and strengthened the mind | |
| Now the nineties are here so have fear it' s getting washed out | |
| All the original vibes are being tossed out | |
| Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats | |
| These companies are weak their songs incomplete | |
| They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it | |
| Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it | |
| Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme | |
| Not an M. C. ' cause an M. C. knows the time | |
| Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast | |
| They try to boast that their style is so dope | |
| But it won' t last a round when the real sound macks | |
| " For all the pioneers I' m going way back" | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 | |
| Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one | |
| I wake around noon I squint at the sun | |
| Consider all my chores each day I catch more | |
| Throw on my drawers before I get the job done | |
| I step out the apt. without delay | |
| Walkman pumping " It' s a brand new day" | |
| I' m gonna meet the keenone when suddenly I see some | |
| Ducks in a truck playing " Ice Ice Babe" | |
| Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended | |
| I guess I must admit that at the shit I was offended | |
| They proceeded to park stepped in the minutemart | |
| I thought to myself " The situation is splendid" | |
| I stepped up to it and began to analyze the | |
| Scene in green I tagged my name " Pete Miser" | |
| Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I' m flipping | |
| The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a | |
| Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop | |
| The shit they hit it makes me wonder how they get props | |
| As if you didn' t know it takes the skills to flow | |
| Go back to the lab ' cause if you step you' ll get dropped | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 | |
| Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves | |
| ' Cause back then we' d rap when caps sent the braincells | |
| Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying | |
| Their fronting ain' t it something fluffing nothings still trying | |
| To come off but the drums lost their weak minds | |
| I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines | |
| These toys nowadays employ the sound waves | |
| To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways | |
| Don' t understand the plan the man or my reasons | |
| Wack rhyme' s a crime and I' m trying you for treason | |
| You' re a goner if I catch you on a corner in a freestyle | |
| But I never will you lack skills that' s why you' re on trial | |
| Go back to the basics or face it your fake shit | |
| Wastes airspace it' s a disgrace when you make it | |
| If it don' t sell well tell me would you do it? | |
| If not then hot shot you' d better not pursue it | |
| Go back... to the Funky 97 |
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