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Funyons
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Funyons was released on March 26, 2013 by Nature Sounds as a part of the album 360 Waves
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Release DateMarch 26, 2013
LabelNature Sounds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Durag Dynasty
Durag Dynasty
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

Good gracious, greetings from outer spaces
Flashback, astrology gat, splash haters
Holy cow off the meat rack, style is salmonella
Push your meat back, beat a collapse
Heart failure, no defibrillators
Emulators imitate the innovators
Pen and paper like they tryna build simulators
Autobiographic, author of the classic
Rapid fire rap designer from a finer fabric
That's Kinte, master of the paragraph sensei
Fly when I'm handling the rock, MJ
Off the wall in a vision, smooth criminal
Inventions written with subliminal intention
Set the landmark, landshark swimming in the shallow
Dust your man off, a peasant in the eyes of a pharaoh
Straight cocky, cock block me, try and stop me
I turn your top ramen into vegetable
We get it off like swollen packs, no relaxing for the team
Quarterback and never had the dirty mac for hoes attraction
Slow flow dancing on 'em, coast to coast, cancer on 'em
Songs so gully that you can't perform 'em
Finesse torture for less fortune, collect portions
Respect the bosses, cautious
Aw shit, they shouldn't've let partner loose
From the kind of crew that turn **** to Jamba Juice
M-16s, Colorado boots, a pile of loot
Me and my killers did it for the callaloo
With a stylish view, scuffing up the polished shoe
For the low the calico can turn your salad soup
This talent's new, the parrots in his palace flew
The terrorist grew ever since his parents was through
True, that's why the seeds carry tools
This is for every goon who's disrespectful and very rude
Fort Hood massacre
Psychiatric panic like the 9
11 Passengers with box cutters slashing ya
Pandemic with pistols, I'm Stanley McChrystal
In Afghanistan torture Taliban to the gristle
Tumultuous explosiveness, gun butter the boastfulness
Must I spank you again? Damn, you're getting too old for this
Your brain bother me, need a lyric lobotomy
Acting tough as nails but you're frail as the economy
Conflict is brutal, barbaric barrage
On a futile sabotage like Mahmoud Ahmadinejad
You's a fraud, indelicate decibel data drones
I shatter your speaker box like James Earl Jones
With suitable cremations and funerals
Irrefutable cranium crucible, burn your body parts to the cuticles
Suitable musical medical pharmaceutical
Marijuana make murder and mayhem basically beautiful
It's Krysis, the valedictorian, thug emporium
The nicest verbal incendiary devices
Strike suddenly, systematic and utterly
Watching you die slow as the economic recovery
Written by: Alan Maman, Donti Ceruti, Jason Green, Keith E. Thomas
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