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Fonk Abyss
Kashmere & DeLarge, Alecs
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Listen to this, just listen to this
Just listen to this, just listen to this
Uh, yo, who broke free from the myriad?
The all-seeing eye of the god that's in the pyramid
You got 'em swimming in the funk abyss
Tell me what you think, bitch (it's another hit)
You got the eyes, don't ya?
You got the ears, don't ya?
It's all happening here
You got the fear, don't ya?
Yeah, you should spud each other like it don't matter
'Cause you're all chemical flesh and bone matter
I drop the funky, dope shit to make your dome splatter
Yeah, funky like the wisdom of your old nana (that's for real)
They're throwing spanners in the works
It's ill, the kids loading blammers in the church
The mentally disturbed throwing hammers at the birds
The verse made the rap god stammer like a nerd
Upset the balance and the madness will emerge
But for real, you pose no challenge
In a hearse (cause you're dead, son)
Sip the H20, eat your greens, son
Booking a session with Dr Greenthumb (he's a weirdo, bitch)
I make peace with your soul
Ignite the inner light that each of you hold (that's some real shit)
Yeah, all in together as we reach for the gold
Cassius coming through (coming through)
With the funk for you (got the funk, yo)
Alex on the beat (on the beat)
Roll a blunt or two (roll it up)
Brothers getting down (getting down)
Ladies, bust a move (bust it)
Coming for that crown (gimme that)
You know how we do (how we do, son)
Throw a penny in the money box
Damn, son, look at your face, you got the monkey pox
I used to ride a BMX doing bunny hops
Relatively A-OK, until my body drops
I used to walk around town with the crummy locks
Gathering the wanted attention from all the dummy cops
If you wanna talk rap, we can talk it
I'm the black knight satellite trapped in an orbit
Uh, funk Lord like Erick Sermon
Give me a funky, dope beat and I'll set it burning (fire)
The fuck's going on in this world?
Sometimes it feels like hope is gone in this world
Yo, I tried to tell my brethren, something is strange
Like the tentacles of Hell going up in the brain
He said, "hmm, you better lay off the dust
You're wiling out, son, better stay off the bus
I would leave it in your hands but you ain't got the trust
About to call the FBI on you alien fucks"
Well then, I'm guessing that's the end of it
Fake smile, I guess I'll just pretend a bit
Huh, reality sucks but would I wanna see the death of it?
Cassius coming through (coming through)
With the funk for you (got the funk, yo)
Alex on the beat (on the beat)
Roll a blunt or two (roll it up)
Brothers getting down (getting down)
Ladies, bust a move (bust it)
Coming for that crown (gimme that)
You know how we do (how we do, son)