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Sinista Funk
1,640
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sinista Funk was released on November 16, 1994 by Basix as a part of the album Sinista Funk
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Release DateNovember 16, 1994
LabelBasix
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Al Kapone
Al Kapone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphonzo Bailey
Alphonzo Bailey
Composer

Lyrics

Breaker-breaker 1-9, check the sign of the time
When i die, look at my dead body, heres what you’ll find
Funk from the sinista, deep in my rotted bones
In my mouth gold teeth, in my hand a silver tone
Back from the dust ashes to ashes as i bust sumthin
Whicked my man made wills in but i can still pick it for my ****
Dats down with a 1-8-7 murder rap
Quick to peel your cap back, leave your brains in your lap
Aw fuck i think i’m goin’ outta my mind bitch
My nine in the river ain’t no tellin’ what you’ll find
**** fall in prey, give death to a new era
Lookin for that funk, but in this yo, we spreadin’ terror
So fire up that motherfuckin ink
And watch a **** cause havoc like it’s friday the thirteenth
Got the jason mask when i blast
Hope you last if you smell fumes in your trunk
When ya bump straight sinista funk
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
I’m a sinista flowin to the motherfuckin river bed
You’re punk ass done fucked up from this lyrical guillotine
And this degree they wanna label me number 1
I just subtract that 1 from 10 and then i put my tec in front
Take course an unfortunate 1-9-9 floatin’ blinded bodies fuckin’ dyin’
So my minds in the gutter
So let me cock the hammer back
But not for a car jack
You played yo mothefuckin self playa
Now you layin flat on yo back
Lookin up at the **** first
Diggity-D-E-G-R-double-E
Get money and then we run from the victim of a sinista to the mind of a maniac
My soul is cold as Michelob that i drank to bring me back
Swing with that, but not on the nuts of a
True young **** that’s rippin up shit in tennessee
I thought you knew i’m from the projects
Where **** pack pumps in they trunk
You done felt all the ???
Now feel the sinista funk
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
I put hydraulics on the rhyme and let it sit low
Dealin with the funk and gotten kickin in yo front door
First degree nothin worse than me i’m cursed to be a lunatic
Drive-by with the four now a mothafuckas hit
The sinista **** that’s in it to win it motherfucka
From the get-in yea i payed my dues to be a hustla
Must i slang work just to keep my pockets swole
From the south is the G with tight game and much south love
Deep in my eyes, hypnotized by the killin’ spree
This shit will leave you whole family in misery
Enter your body like a disease listening to your last breath
Choppin up your guts, everyday lookin’ at faces of death
The shiz-nit you bitches just can’t fuck with
So enter the bloody gangster hell, kapones got tail servin’ em well
Inhale a fat dose or better yet listen close
To the bunk bodies in your trunk straight sinista funk
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
You step to this style we’ll diminish ya
Cause there’s nothin but the funk
Comin from these sinistas
Written by: Alphonzo Bailey
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