I pop my junk my junk, like what you want you want
On the script side
Grass in my pockets I release my hot rockets
The noise that we made is blue, in color sound
So I gave my mind a pound 'cause y'all we had it down
Now, I'm making bacon
Burnt you with degrees solarly
I bless you with some joints, the mental hollow points
Outta sight brown sandals handle in M.C.s with angles
Butter rap treasures at my leisure whatever whatever
Still saying wa ah salaam ah lakum
Meet me at the corner Murder and Adolpha
It's way on time pass the watch fifth line still shining
Plus my leather jacket go acid disappear in the wisp
Those who play my crew couldn't walk the new found
It's Saturday I'm looking at the streets as my Nikes
My tools, jewels, the nation
Brooklyn do keep it rocking till the sun shows
We make it bump se bump
We deal real-real so chill we linger in the funk
That's my junk
I'm left this year a unknown player
Stones, rocks, subways, blocks, chill mode
In Fort Green on diamond back is where I'm at
Jay B and M.C. baby blue great
I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk
Is good diers that it so I move
Save your corny missions for the tracks you lying on
I ain't playin'
The flyer we get the higher we get
In the mist, with a fist
See Marvin knew it, and Sly knew it
I'm saying a Digable swinger
Tote my fist right up right against the fascist
We make it pump se pump
We make it bump de bump
I feel the funk da funk, feelin' the funk da funk
We showed and we prove
My weight crush trash broken glass
I raise everyday for the mass
Before we fall victim we lick 'em
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
Arriving at the doors of mind shores of seas
Descend to my borough digs my diction
Low down the whole mix and flips I 63
Bahamadia back the sounds with the love love
Pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk
In my vein lives bell hooks Derrick Bell, Reggie Butler
Do it fluent keep it real and straight
Commit to street corners where players be jay in
Feelin' da funk da funk that's in the trunk the trunk
Denia gotta see a fatter day
Play the wall with one foot up
It's groove food
I'm fluent after dark, in any siteation
We got ammunition for the streets we dying on
K.B. said "What you give 'em?" I was like "Mad rhythm."
Feelin' da funk da funk, I am the funk
Cube know it and now we do it outta Brooklyn
Fro soul gold Panther crew grab our poppers
What's going on
Cover asphalt dates wait at night
That's right, that's right
Yes Yes, bus stop what's up watt's up
We symbolize the blessed and represent the rest
Loot fold rebel wit no pause down to die for 'cause be-cause
Eric Dolphy always hits me with the live stuff
Word to mouth brought the clout 'specially in the summer
Good tryers
Yo what up Ish? What's up
You want to see knowledge born, see C Knowledge Born
We vanish like vapor burn paper
I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk
T.J. and Lisa real peoples 89 and still
When I excuse on excursions
I'm feelin' funk da funk I'm in the trunk da trunk
Fresh joints we make 'em like water
We make it bump
V Love, that's my money like dominoes
Proletariat, Cadilac steering it
We do it in the park, we do it in the park
I chalk the new sound, I bop like Teddy Charles was burning
