Neva Faded

(Feat. Supreme C)

(Produced By Marley Marl)

In here, we're the Lords of the Underground

Straight from Jersey

Kickin' nothin' but mad flavour

From the underground

And it goes a little something like this

For you punks

DoItAll neva faded

Supreme C neva faded

Funkyman neva faded

Lord Jazz neva faded

Marley Skills neva faded

DoItAll neva faded

Funkyman neva faded

So check out the styles we create

(Mr. Funke) In this corner we got the brother

With the braids in his hair

The real nigga with the ill grim reaper stare

5 feet 8 inches 210 pounds, kinda chunky

The brass monkey junky Mr. Funke

I'm tired of all these whack rappers Always Into Somethin'

You need to mind ya business

Ain't nobody asked you nothing'

See I'm not getting' played by another mans greed

Don't take me for a chump

Cause I'm not scared to bleed

I heard you say that Mr. Funke's gonna dis your ass

Let your boys gas you up and now they miss your ass

You're just mad cause you couldn't

Give the crowd what they want

Niggas rhymed about my show

Like it's the first of the month

I got everything locked down in the area

Rippin' everything from Japan to America

Peace to Peter Beggar you you got it goin' on

And I'm out (Why?)

Cause I'm too sexy for this song

Marley Skills neva faded

Supreme C neva faded

Funkyman neva faded

Lord Jazz neva faded

Marley Skills neva faded

Peter Beggar neva faded

DoItAll neva faded

So check out the styles we created

(DoItAll) Well you're lying boy

Cause I'm faded off the monk

But not off the emcees

Cause none of them can touch me

I squeeze my d with these ways of a key

And sometimes comes a verse that I usually sing

Like "I'm that brother straight from the under"

My name is DoItAll but you can't be my lover

Well stop I'm not a rap singer, I'm a Hip Hopper

So y'all get the finger, special guests on my show

Is the nigga from my way

And I ain't changed my area it's still north NJ

I'm still from the bricks with the funkload of tricks

But I brought my man to flip that other Jersey script

Hence the parle with Marley to slap asses in the hallway

"Uh onetwo" so let me hear you go HEY

So fuck what you heard cause this brother is absurd

You cock like a doodle and you mocking like a bird

I'm still that real nasty brother from the block of one nine

Who will gladly play you Tuesday

For some brass monkey wine, so uh wind it up

Hah, cause with one third of this funk

You be poking out your eyes

I'm back on the stack of these fabulous raps

That I'm spiting real quickly then my teeth with gat

I be the lord of the under, I go back to my roots

And if you don't know the bio

Chief Rocka was the proof

Supreme C neva faded

DoItAll neva faded

Marley Skills neva faded

Rated R neva faded

Peter Beggar neva faded

DoItAll neva faded

Lord Jazz neva faded

Supreme C neva faded

Special guest on my show

He can flow, he can flow

It's a brother on my show

He can flow, he can flow

Special guest on my show

He can flow, he can flow

It's my brother on the show

He can flow, he can flow

(Supreme C) The way I be eatin' niggas up like Jaws

Scare you up until you bleed through your pores

Follow you home then I kick down your door

Run up on that ass, put your brains on the floor

Think about it before you step to me chief

Filled with grief and prepared for any beef

Much too high don't try to enter my mental state

I deflate any fat rhymes that you make

So break or get kicked like soccer

Mess ya like hofa or get broke off proper

A smooth move to you move like subtraction

Packin' a Mac 10, prepared for action

I represent the hostile and wild

A funky child, my style flow like the Nile

My mic is burning back up don't touch ya

I'll crush ya like the break down in Russia

Don't test the lyrical styles I possess

Protect your chest from the best with the vest

Schemeless cause many murders make a mess

It's the stress that got me bucking' like the west

Tell me who's next to move up and get bruised up

Mad crews that get choosed but won't move up

Listen and react to the man

Supreme C, and the C is for command

Flippin' the script like the script should be flipped

If I need protection, it's right on my hip

Boom bye bye oh I night

Hear your Mums cry when you lie

In a casket covered from your head to your toe

Your body flow up like the smoke from the endo

Ay yo, aight I kick flavor

Wave ya pistols in the air, make a prayer

And just relax and sit back

And listen to the way I react on the track

Funkyman neva faded

Lord Jazz neva faded

Supreme C neva faded

Marley Skills neva faded

DoItAll neva faded

Rated R neva faded

akaginyo neva faded

Jam C neva faded

Peter Beggar neva faded

Styles P neva faded