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Can you funk with it? Can you funk with it? Can you funk with it?
Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit I got the mic in my hand and well equipped Usin' my style for a firm set of action MC's beware, the club windows I'm bashin' Throwin' rhymes and bombs and some cocktails
You better move quick but not slow snails I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy Why? 'Cause I'm the great grandfather MC in motion, G as in go left Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so death defyin'
Super scrubs keep tryin' You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom And look at birds and bees that come sting them Time after time, rhyme after rhyme
'Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a dime A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill? You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball No matter how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall Straight on your brain, the X'll drop rocks
Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox Standin' still and stiff like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat and start panickin' I'm dissin' rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother Father, son, your pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on You're not scarin' the X, yo bring the wack on I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10 While my DJ go wild, do a backspin'
Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs This ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers I'm just a convict, skippin' the prison line Yo, I'm on the chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line Flipmaster, bust your rhyme
Yeah, my funkiest deep down from the underground Down in the Bronx, this is the funk
Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat right I come correct hit hard like a fist fight I thank God for pavin' the ways For writin' these dope rhymes and rappers I slaid
I'm kickin' the rhyme gram as dope as I can and To make you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam To crush a punk and make 'em beg for mercy Because he's nothin', he can't touch me
The metaphor master has to blast ya faster You wanna step in my way, then I'll smash ya You see you're a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel
So step if you really feel cocky And I'll flip and bash your skull like Rocky Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan You played out son like Dudley Captain Caveman
Set you down, explain you can't go far You rhyme kinda country like some shit out of hee haw Ced Gee and I'm flexin' my wrath
Takin' rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass So now you know exactly what's the time I'm cold illin' on the new chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line Yo, Tim Dog, bust your rhyme
Yo, man it's the man himself The motherfuckin' illegal alien one Yo comin' up next is Tim Dog Yo, Dog, eat them motherfuckers
Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff catch ya Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still can't blow Rhythm is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion Suckers that keep clashin' break 'em like glass and You just shatterin'
Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, you're not badder than I'm rich and thick, you're cup of noodles My rhymes are hardcore when you're rubber like doo doo Step back, ease back and just listen
I'm dissin' all suckers that keep wishin' Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, bring another rhyme Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme Steppin' to the A.M., steppin' to the P.M.
Steppin' to the bus while I'm ridin' in the BM You see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin girl in my ride You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be jealous Let me ask the fellas, hey, fellas
Why is he jealous, jockin' me and my fly ride? You really really really wanna get inside You wanna riff but I got the gift that come swift And ain't got time for that bullshit
Pulsate devastate and innovate Suckers that think they're great I just mutilate Tim Dog, comin' back with the rhyme Fuckin' up shit on the chorus line
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line TR, yeah, bust your rhyme
I think, the track is very complicated I don't know any place that will accept the track like this We can't deal with that stuff, it's too tight
Back again, comin' off on a hype track The man is back again, 'cause it's like that Black, matter of fact, in death react Combat, motherfuckers don't want that
Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style Freestyle, so buck wild I got the style you want to hear Who's next? You better fear
TR, the super star like a Czar In control, by far Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is Make a move, I'll make you famous And if you choose to step to this You get next to this?
Remember the Exorcist I wrap rappers like my man named Bolo Take out a city like Chernobyl I'm greatly underrated, highly elevated
To serve and destroy is how I demonstrate it To keep grooves and move to soothe and prove Fans and guests performers I amuse To teach and reach, anyone or anybody