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