Funk Letra

Joe used to kick with his girlfriedn Lateisha

Whose brother Elmo looked like me



Elmo used to elbow lotsa brothers in the nose

Kick 'em when they down

then he'd steal they shoes and clothes

Elmo would develop lotsa beef as a tweaker

And all of them are supposed to come lookin' for me

Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats

Tryin' to ratpack

Hmmm, time' to get a gat

So I'm strapped

'Cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat

Momma's lap, what's happenin', here's a rap

Saturday, twelve o'clock, told E-Roc

the whole block and what not, about

How men are spottin' he said

"This little homey gets bread like frostin' "

You ain't Steve Austin

Elmo got lost and Boots

maybe you should move to Boston

But you get lost

When you played like a punk

Pile on the Right Guard

I got serious funk



I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head

I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head



I'm glad to tell you what it is later



Bet George and Bootsy

Never had funk like this

Catch-22

Twist, no fist can dismiss this rip

That I'ma go through

Maybe I could flow through this whole ordeal

and not pull out the black steel, and my friends make suggestions

That I should squeal to the cops

but that's outta the question

If I die by the trigger of a mislead brother

Could he be judged by the system that is scared of me and others

I believe no, so I don't go with the flow

Even though I'm about to roll with no paddle

Up a creek called shit

Light is lit on the situation

'S Me and him is goin' to decrease the population



Now we wonder why revolution never grow

Killin' motherfuckers if they steppin' on our toe

If we had as much funk for our oppressors as we did for ourselves

The blood would never flow again

And then the uzis that were once used to kill each other

Could be used to serve and protect the brothers

And the sisters and they cousin or whatever others

But the funk keeps groin' like a fungus



I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head

I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head



That's Elmo, get that fool

Yeah, get that fool

Hey I'm Boots I ain't Elmo. I'm Boots from the Coup!



Fo' years 'til I'm twenty-five

Now I gotta forty-five

Caliber, don't take no jive

Just for the fix

Don't wanna be eighty-sixed

three, six and six ain't in my mix

Don't flap your lips about me takin' no trips

You won't be takin' no sips from a milk carton

Seein' my face with that caption askin'

"Have you seen Boots?"

"He's missin' in action"

This shit is more off the wall than Michael Jackson

'Cause brothers who be doin' brothers who be doin' others

Screwin' brothers

But The Coup be doin' more then you be doin'

on the corner

I'm talkin' revolution from Vi'toria to Flo'da

'S why it don't make sense that they want me a goin'a

On a

run, 'cause them brothers in a ratpack

Probably think I'm a poppin' junk

'Cause they don't see for centuries the genocidal funk

So I'm a punk if I don't blast they ass

But I gots mo' funk for the ruling class

Will it ever end

Will we ever win

Drinkin' juice and gin

Five-0 gets again

Gets off with a grin

National guard sent in for when we got beef

Ya wanna pop the trunk, I got serious funk



I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head

I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head

I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head

I'm tryin' not to lose

I'm tryin' not to lose my head



A'ight, back it up

I wanna say what's up to the brothas an sistas that really got my back when the funk be on

Of course it goes without saying that E-Roc and DJ O from The Coup got my back at all times and at all costs

Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Point Blank

J-Post and Stone from the Outcasts

Osajih Po from the Tenth Planet

Chuck de Pharoh got my back

Evo got my back

Rose got my back

Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm Collective got my back and I got theirs

The funk is on and African Identity is there

The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there

The funk is on and T-More Twin from Elements of Change are there

And I'm there for Cindy

I'm there for 3rd Rail

I'm there for Aztlan Nation

I got your back Leftside Sim

I got your back Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprcacy, 'cause you got mine

All ya'll got my back

Neckbone got my back with the sax

Problem Child got my back with the piano

Hey ya'll let's fadeout, but before we fade

I wanna say rest in peace to Plan B

We out