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The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of RotonLords of the Underground witness the birth of the funky childDoitall hit 'emBorn with the funk from the womb of BrendaSee I likes the Lords but you used to dig The SpinnersFirst with the style from the birth canalAnd now I got the flav' to make the crowd go wildDo dig it (screams) oh watch me kick itI'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl from my midget?I packs the piece more than chicken packed greaseI'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teethWha'! Gaga, ooh cries the babySmacked on the ass now the Doitall's crazyNo rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm rappingAnd yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was happeningNow January 14th has birthed the funk oneThe D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ayI got you bobbing to the funky styleK-Def let 'em know here comes the funky childYeah, born in the underground of Newark, Now witness the birth of Mr. FunkeeThe fifth of the terror, it's the return of Funky KreugerLetras de cancionesA.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee WallbangerConceived in the fire by you warned through disastersThe funky child was taught to the ways of the mastersMr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is backHere to kick my funky style, funky this and funky thatYou can work kid you know, you could practice all your lifeBut I still take the show and then I go home with the wifeOh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercyI hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-KerseeWatch me flip the script, let me show you what the funk doMake you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)When I was younger I used to sing with my sisterNow I kick the ill styles you have to call me misterCooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwildRaised in the ways of the funky child(Funky child) (Funky funky style)(Funky child) (Funky funky style)(Funky child) (Funky funky style)(Funky child) (Funky funky style)(Funky child) (Funky funky style)(Funky child) (Funky funky style)Well um, back up baby, here come the schoolerWe're hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' rollerI'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the PendulumJust? so this is how I'm killing themK is on the M.P., Jazz is on the TechniqueMarley's on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like POWNow it's time to get buckwildAnd watch my funky brothers freak the undergroundIn a second, or minute, in no times flat(Flat line noise) Bring it backAnd go grab the album to give the Lords moneyTake it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"We gone psycho and everybody thought they did was stylesThey didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymesI keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my flowI fear no man, cause if it's on fool, then it's on (And it's on)Don't worry not for other crews selling outAs long as Lords of the Underground stay undergroundThe brothers of Lotug will keep the lyrical fitnessDon't worry about me selling out, mind your businessYou might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm aboutAny props you receive are the props that you earnI'm off till the funky child returns From Letras Mania