Funky Rhythms Lyrics & Tabs by Dred Scott
Funky Rhythms
guitar chords lyrics
Featuring tragedy
Chorus:
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
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)
