Here Come The Lords (Explicit)

Hey yo Funke wake up!

Huh?

Turn your radio up!

What?!

It's us!

It's US?!

Yeah listen to the cut!

It's our style!

Our style?

Your style

Stop brother

Aiyyo nigga wake up, "let me show you some-thin!"

Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases

Listen, listen, it's drivin me CRA-ZY

Cause everytime I do a style and flip it kind of simple

Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo

From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio

Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video

Same one?

Same one! Concepts, whole nine

And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme

I'm not worried though (why?) I'm flippin hits from the grill

And in the underground only real stays real, so umm

Check the skills, the skills are kinda ill and yo

Here Come the Lords, cause we're here to make a kill!

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Aiyyo, Marley!

Aiyyo whassup knocka?

Do you hear these suckas tryin to clock the Lord Chief Rocka

Yeah I hear em, they're just a bunch of clones on your bone

Hold up, I'm tryin to figure out where could they get my style from

Aiyyo wait a minute, remember the tape you shopped around a while back?

Yo what, wasn't that your boys?

Now they got our stuff down pat!

Yo man don't sweat it, just show em why they call you Mr. Funke

Yo Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass Brass Monkey

Here Come the Lords, Here Come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me?

I told you we were comin, you suckas didn't believe me

The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper

I'm hangin other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper

Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky

Stop being stingy knocka, pass that Brass Monkey

I step, off a stage, everyone knows, who I am

Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I _Jam_ (chicka, aawww, Jam)

Give me the mic and watch me wax that ass *horn sample*

Keep the camera moving cause I'm kinda fast *horn sample*

You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip

But you'll never ever rip, Funke style as good as this

Because you sound like you're drugged, you might as well be a singer

Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz

So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down

Just dig the sound, cause here comes the Lords of the Underground

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Well umm, open up the doors and yell, Here Come the Lords

Yell it loud yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd

I packs em, in the closet like Michael Jackson

And love to hear the girls go OOH when I'm rockin

So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it

And caught you on the dillz from my jam called Check It

Check it check it check it check it microphone check it

Yeah, you went wild, cause your moms digs my records

So come on, I'm takin you where the sun don't shine

The underground, but everything is fine

I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets hectic

Your vocal chords'll get CRACKED, you gets no chloraseptic

So hit em, so chill, chill man chill

I know who used to be but now who's Top Bill

Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funkie

Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky

We stink, like pee-eww, funk from my shoe

But what about this funk, can two brothers like us do

But get down like James Brown and rock the whole town

Hah! And now The Lords have broke ground

(Here Come the Lords) 7X

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