Lets funk it up!
Relate, vacate, whats todays rate?,
In this day n age aint nobody safe,
Getcha gotcha yo, who shotcha?
I must warn ya, its that way in California,
No ones givin, everyones takin,
Who sets off the moves, youre makin?
Huh, were bringin it, got you singin it,
Hold on tight, cuz this might sting a bit,
Now, bring it back
Yo, I gotta let my peeps know,
Cuz success aint rated by how much dough you hold,
Ha, huh, huh, and it dont make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars n cents,
Cuz this greed is killin us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin on a million but ya still won derin,
I guess happiness aint a fish you cant catch n
Fool ya lookin in the wrong direction,
It dont matter whether ya rich or not,
If ya gone, ya gone, aint nothin ya got,
It matters most in this circle of life,
If ya find your reason for being here,
If ya dont know, listen here, its outlined in the book of life,
You want things to make sense?, take a U-turn, make it right,
For the two-triple zero, we come hummin,
My hand grippin the mic tight,
Thats how Im comin,
All-the-way-live
Uh, feel the funk,
Make it rough,
Its just something that happens,
We try hard to deny,
Youll find out when it happens,
Its in the air tonight,
Here it comes now, fast like a gun now,
On the run now?
Turn to NUMBER ONE now,
Ya feet slowing, youre crazy,
And tired, come-back,
Hit me, sometimes, life is tricky,
The stickman comes along, to stick me,
Flick me, he cannot get with me,
Got saved n got the victory,
Well who planned this?,
The Krutch dont miss,
With that funked out twist to getcha on the canvas,
We be that ill-type,
But only when we grip mics,n T.F.K.
Be the squad thatll burn out the lights,
Like that, gettin upon the drum track,
Crack back ya speaker stack to to be exact,
HES comin keep ya eyes on the clock,
We rip mics of all types when we rock,
.. on and on and on, n theyll be no frontin,
cuz this is how Im comin,
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