Call me TL for short, now can you guess who?
It's the crew back to run up in you
If you knew offhand, well yo, say so
But don't stand there frontin' like "I don't know"
Yes The Overlord, raw, have a credit for
To make sure that I rock the floor or
Replace the rhyme that I fast-paced
Turn up the bass and I'll start to chase and waste
Suckers I'ma face
Those who once faced the bass winds up erased
With a style that's dope and, wide open
For all the nuts that's scopin'
Hopin' and wishin' and fishin'
On an expedition, hitchin' a ride
Yeah, knowin' inside
You can't create a style 'cause you don't know how
So (What you gon' play now?)
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Kick off your shoes, shake your pants
Yes The Overlord about to make you dance
With more hardcore from the core of the Danger Zone
Ayo Tone, work the microphone
Like on a Freddie tip, no I won't slip or sleep
Still I creep on the kids that dip out
In my class when the teacher won't pass
I'll teach you in the corner, put a dunce hat on your ass
Yo, I'd like to say what's up to Mike, Mel, and Lou
Max, Hate, Moon, Bird, and the crew
Down with me from my part of town
Ayo, you know they down
With us, the go-getters, the hardest of the hard hitters
Tone won't quit 'cause I ain't no quitter
Don't hurt the work over this here chumpie 'cause it's
Got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Chillin' back, loadin' my gun
My microphone's cruisin' for some big fun
Terrorizin', it's like a hobby, see
With my posse, nobody stops me
Run the show in my own way
With Tone Love, too tough in L.A. housing
Yo, what about the fat kid?
He's mighty G, I call him mountain
Yes, a force that can't be apart
Straight from the heart, with hardcore from jump street
Saw suckers try to front
But just jam to my rhymin' beat and jock me
But I chill
With a pen, paper, write down what I feel on wax
Into the market
I'll be the hitman, you'll be my target
Like a contract, I'll make contact, son
So consider it done
Yes, assassinate, put on master tape
Get it straight, we bust the motion
Can we do it again? Yeah, yeah
Can we do it again? Yeah, yeah
Can we do it again? Yeah, yeah
I need to do it again
To all the critics, you either hit or you miss
Tone Love precise, you riff, you're on my hit list
Raise your fists, put 'em up if you're down with this
I set your soul free, sorta like an exorcist
Speakin' of soul, I'd like to send a shout out
To the Danger Zone, yeah, my boys
'Cause we put out the cuts that bumped it
While L.A. thumped the chumpie 'til the track was funky
So with all neglect, Tone Love comes correct
With this groove I use to prove we in effect
Take a head check, 'cause some are absent-minded
Beats they claim for fame, I know we can find
It's like a game they play, it's like poker
I got the upper hand, you're just a joker
Plucked from the deck in the openin' minute
Why? Because I'm in it to win it
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be funky
Got to be, got to be, got to be, got to be
Got to be, got to be, got to be funk, funk, funky
Got to be funky
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