Funky Rhythms-Dred Scott/Tragedy

Funky rhythms on my mind day and night (listen i hear a beat) (repeat 6x) [dred scott] So watch the kid fly through the atmosphere When i'm rocking up a party yo i feel no fear I be the one with the funk i kick Yo i gets on the mic and says something sick I give a "la di da di yes yes y'all" I seen your granny doing backflips at the mall And at the party i'm the killa dilla jerk a fool and blast Like a pissed off post office worker But you must understand that i'm just having fun Like sanford and son cause i feel swell When i bust my nut off when i'm on the dl A fucking midget with his legs cut off Can't get lower than me when i shake my funk A brother with style and i ain't no punk Like nat, i'm a king that's cole as ice Double teaming me because you know i'm twice as nice So check it out y'all Chorus [tragedy] Rappers be selling out like tickets to a championship fight But hold tight, i'm the motivator with the right Stuff, i keep it rough while you huff and puff, so save the bluff Cause i ain't even trying to hear that stuff I kick black facts over fat tracks that dred packs Peace to freaknasty and the rest of my cats Where's the axe? i want to cut a rapper in half And laugh, dissect his whole steelo Used to be high, so i chopped him down to be low Put him to the side like a cop does a kilo I'm raw, i funk you up and down like a see saw To be more than a racist pig named limbaugh You see, cause i be the mad verbal doctor Check my resume, i'm at the top of the roster For your listening pleasure... Chorus [dred scott & tragedy] I gots to be the prodigy, you know i be vocalizing Earlying in the morning while you're yawning Here comes the pain, let it rain like thunder Cause i be the true overlord of the under Breaking chumps like old tupperware Stepping up smooth dred with my savoir fare Imperial funklord, cause i be the freaker So funky you think i farted down your speaker Like a dozen rotten eggs, kid, i'm taking no shorts Not even for my skinny legs The renegade with the ill vernacular, i bring the drama I get loose just like the lips on madonna My flow is all around, and yours is like a Bucket over there that broke down I would have given you a ride if you had let me know That you had to hitchhike Just like i'm going to pass you the mic right now Awww, bitch, sike Chorus [dred scott] With the beat kicking back, yo i like that snare On the microphone cause my style is rare And the rest of the world ain't heard that shit before I'm on the microphone, i slam just like a door Boom! and it shuts while i kick the dust I'm on the microphone flowing and i can't... (fades out)