down south funk

, all the way to motherfuckin georgia, to tennessee, to motherfuckin texas, to north motherfuckin carolina, yeah, south fuckin carolina, yeah, deep down, gritty alabama, funk for your funkin ass, nigga, ha ha, barefoot walkin motherfuckers, yo, guess who's bout to stomp tonight?, three seniors, rockin the mic, catchin misdemeanors, so charge us with what-what-ever you feel, balls of steel, clappin those with rap deals, fuck hot, i'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ, battle bout, airing your ass out, so who's dropping shit on what day? my click's the greatest, chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus, shit shuts down when the squad's around, it gets thinner, it's hexed like white man from town, three the hard way can't be touched, my style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasa, i'm what they call, a living legend, sha-pow, that's what they call, a mac-11, sha-pow, there's two on the way down, blaow blaow, here's two more, blaow blaow nigga!, is y'all niggaz down to ride?, would you kill for your life?, can you get busy all night?, yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!, i got the down south funk when i clown out punk-ass, police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps, i short your blaupunkts if you thump my tape, yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than riker's isle bunks, get out your seat, e, spit out the beat, the tracks plow underground concrete out the streets, from baldies to fades, when i rock mc's wave, more flags than puerto rican day parade, and give up, i got the rare footage, of fiends walkin, barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it, you might fall in to intervene, and new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queen, that bodybag won't fit you tonight, you wanna blow up? drop the mic, stick to the pipe, hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight, take my tapes way down south and triple the price, step up on the scene like whazzup? hey sugah, before you cock-tease doc, how that cash put up?, and only way i stop til your click say when, they had enough, cause i could bump to six a.m. is y'all niggaz down to ride?, would you kill for your life?, can you get busy all night?, my life is a rap, each song is a flashback, of antagonizing anxiety attacks, the beat hits the ground and the earth cracks, niggaz be like, "oh no not them!" yeah we back, with rhythmatic articulation, god-forsaken, sick manifestations, pump pump in your face then, the lyrical force that i put in a rhyme, will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme, no matter who what when where how i'll lay you down, with a sick illed out fictitious style, yo, we all represent the hood - the only difference, between us is that we make the shit look good!, programmable annual slammable, you lyte as a rock and i cram to understand you, so for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin, we get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen, is y'all niggaz down to ride?, would you kill for your life?, can you get busy all night?, is y'all niggaz down to ride?, would you kill for your life?, can you get busy all night?,