Testi
Once upon a time I had a dream
Thinkin' of a master plan to get paid
I got a paper and pencil
Thinkin' of rhymes like mental
I went on and on, it wouldn't stop
Then I got the hang of it, it was hip-hop
I started rollin' and flowin' with the tempo
Sat and I thought, yo, it's all simple
I just wrote and wrote and wrote a portion
Put it on track, yo, it was scorchin'
Put the funk and made the beat stand out
All I heard from the crowds were shouts
Goin' wild from left to right
I knew I had this party rockin' all night
Heard a brother scream out, "Yo, it's Chuck?"
Man, you're crazy, 'cause I freak the funk
Kosher, let the rhyme just sway through
Listen to what I'm about to say to you
I make rappers wanna give up
And sit back while they watch me just live it up
God bless, yes, I'm creative
Born in Brooklyn so you know I'm a native
Takin' MC's to the border
Hit the finish line and give orders
Funk, something you can make up
And if not, please don't you flake up
I'm real, not the one flakin'
Just because I'm light-skinned, you think I can be taken?
No way, José, let me speak
With the exquisite style that is unique
Don't play me like a punk
I'm not a sucker, 'cause I freak the funk
I told ya, but you never did listen
Now I got the chance to start dissin'
Instead of dissin', I'ma go through it
Check it out as I start to do it
I'm the man with the plan to make ya stand
Get up and clap your hands
Prove to you what I can do 'cause we're the crew
So won't you just shoo?
Don't you play 'cause I'ma stay
Stand in my way, that's the price you pay
Stammer like dork is for the dumb
'Cause I freak the funk
Written by: Steve Williams

