[Intro] In here we're the Lords of the Underground Straight from Jersey Kickin' nothin' but mad flavour From the underground And it goes a little something like this For you punks DoItAll neva faded Supreme C neva faded Funkyman neva faded Lord Jazz neva faded Marley Skills neva faded DoItAll neva faded Funkyman neva faded So check out the styles we create
[Verse 1: Mr. Funke] In this corner we got the brother with the braids in his hair The real nigga with the ill grim reaper stare 5 feet 8 inches 210 pounds, kinda chunky The brass monkey junky Mr. Funke I'm tired of all these whack rappers Always Into Somethin' You need to mind ya business, ain't nobody asked you nothing' See I'm not getting' played by another mans greed Don't take me for a chump, cause I'm not scared to bleed I heard you say that Mr. Funke's gonna dis your ass Let your boys gas you up and now they miss your ass You're just mad cause you couldn't give the crowd what they want Niggas rhymed about my show like it's the first of the month I got everything locked down in the ?zipper n I'm? Rippin' everything from Japan to America Peace to ?Peter Beggar? you you got it goin' on And I'm out (Why?) Cause I'm too sexy for this song
[Hook] Marley Skills neva faded Supreme C neva faded Funkyman neva faded Lord Jazz neva faded Marley Skills neva faded ?Peter Beggar? neva faded DoItAll neva faded So check out the styles we created
[Verse 2: DoItAll] Well you're lying boy cause I'm faded off the monk But not off the emcees cause none of them can touch me I squeeze my d with these ways of a key And sometimes comes a verse that I usually sing like I'm that brother straight from the under My name is DoItAll but you can't be my lover Well stop I'm not a rap singer, I'm a Hip Hopper So y'all get the finger, special guests on my show Is the nigga from my way And I ain't changed my area it's still north NJ I'm still from the bricks with the funkload of tricks But I brought my man to flip that other Jersey script Hence the parle with Marley to slap asses in the hallway "Uh onetwo" so let me hear you go HEY So fuck what you heard cause this brother is absurd ?You cock like a doodle? and you mocking like a bird I'm still that real nasty brother from the block of one nine Who will barely play you to for some brass monkey wine So uh wind it up, hah Cause with one third of this funk you be poking out your eyes I'm back on the stack of these fabulous raps That I'm spiting real quickly ?then my teeth with gat? I be the lord of the under, I go back to my roots And if you don't know the bio, Chief Rocka was the proof
[Hook 2] Supreme C neva faded DoItAll neva faded Marley Skills neva faded Rated R neva faded ?Peter Beggar? neva faded DoItAll neva faded Lord Jazz neva faded Supreme C neva faded
Special guest on my show, he can flow, he can flow It's a brother on my show, he can flow, he can flow Special guest on my show, he can flow, he can flow It's my brother on the show, he can flow, he can flow
[Verse 3: Supreme C] The way I be eatin' niggas up like Jaws Scare you up until you bleed through your pores Follow you home then I kick down your door Run up on that ass, put your brains on the floor Think about it before you step to me chief Filled with grief and prepared for any beef Much too high don't try to enter my mental state I deflate any fat rhymes that you make So break or get kicked like soccer ?Mess ya like hofa? or get broke off proper A smooth move to you move like subtraction Packin' a Mac 10, prepared for action I represent the hostile and wild A funky child, my style flow like the Nile My mic is burning back up don't touch ya I'll crush ya like the break down in Russia Don't test the lyrical styles I possess Protect your chest from the best with the vest Schemeless cause many murders make a mess It's the stress that got me bucking' like the west Tell me who's next to move up and get bruised up Mad crews that get choosed but won't move up Listen and react to the man Supreme C And the C is for command Flippin' the script like the script should be flipped If I need protection, it's right on my hip Boom bye bye ?oh I night? Hear your Mums cry when you lie In a casket covered from your head to your toe Your body flow up like the smoke from the endo ay yo Aight I kick flavor, wave ya pistols in the air, make a prayer And just relax and sit back and listen to the way I react on the track
[Outro] Funkyman neva faded Lord Jazz neva faded Supreme C neva faded Marley Skills neva faded DoItAll neva faded Rated R neva faded ?akaginyo? neva faded ?Jam C? neva faded ?Peter Beggar? neva faded ?Styles P? neva faded