Funk

I used to kick it with a brother named, moe
Moe used to kick it with a brother named, joe
Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend lateisha
Whose brother elmo, looked like me
Elmo used to elbow lots of brothers in the nose
Kick em when they down and hed steal they shoes and clothes
Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
And all of them was mostly come lookin for me
Imagine that, fat mother******s with bats tryin
To rat pack, hmm, time to get a gat
So im strapped cause im trapped like brother thomas in his fat
Mommas lap, whats happenin heres a rap
Saturday twelve oclock, told e-roc, the whole block
And what not, about, how men are spottin he said
'this little homey gets bread like flossin
You aint steve austin, elmo got paws in boots
Maybe you should move to boston'
But you get lost when you play like a punk
Pile on the right guard i got serious funk
'im trying, not to lose...'
'im trying, not to lose my head...' --> melle mel
(repeat 2x)
'i plan to tell you what it is later'
(dj pam cuts and scratches)
[boots]
Bet george and bootsy, never had funk like this
Catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss this
Rip that ima go through, maybe i can flow through
This whole ordeal and not pull out the black steel
And my friends make suggestions...
That i should squeal to the cops but thats out of the question
If i die by the trigger of a misled brother
Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others?
I believe no, so i dont go, with the flow
Even though im bout to roll with no paddle
Up a creek called *************t , light is lit on the situation
Cause me and him is gonna decrease the population
Now we wonder why our revolution never grow
Killin mother******s just for steppin on our toe
If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did
For ourselves, the blood would never flow again
And then, the uzis that were once used to kill each other
Could be used, to serve and protect the brothers
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others
But the funk keeps growing like a fungus...
'im trying, not to lose...'
'im trying , not to lose my head...' --> melle mel
(repeat 2x)
'thats elmo, get that fool' 'yeah get that fool'
'ay, im boots, i aint elmo -- im boots from the coup!!'
[boots]
Four years til im twenty-five, now i got a forty-five
Caliber dont take no jive, just pull to fix
Dont want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six aint in my mix
Dont flap your lips about me takin no, trips
You wont be takin no sips from a milk carton
Seein my face with a caption, askin
'have you seen boots, hes missing in action'
This *************t is more off the wall than michael jackson
Cause brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others
Screwin brothers but the coup be doin more than shoo-be-doin
On the corner, talkin revolution from victoria to florida
Its why it dont make sense that theywant me a goner
On a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack think im
Poppin junk cause they dont see for centuries
The genocidal funk so im a punk if i dont blast they ass
But i gots more funk for the rulin class
Will it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin
Five-oh gets again, gets off with a grin
National guard sent in for when we got beef
You wanna pop the trunk we got serious funk
'im trying, not to lose...'
'im trying, not to lose my head...' --> melle mel
(repeat 4x)
*** spellings of the names of people in this outro may not be accurate ***
Aight, back it up
I wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters that really got my back
When the funk be on
Of course it goes without saying, that e-roc and djo from the coup
Got my back at all times and at all costs
Same goes for d- force and sneaker, point blank
J-post and stone of the outcasts
Osajih po from the tenth planets
Chuck da pharoah got my back
Evo got my back, rose got my back
Niko and the whole mau mau rhythm collective
Got my back cause i got theirs
The funk is on, and african identity is there
The funk is on and midnight voices is there
The funk is on and t-more and twin from elements of change are there
And im there for cindy, im there for 3rd rail
Im there for aztlan nation
I got your back leftside sim
I got your back disposable heroes of hiphoprisy cause you got mine
All yall got my back, neckbone got my back with the sax
Problem child got my back with the piano
Aiy yall lets fade out, but before we fade
I wanna say rest in peace to plan b, we out