Epmd - Let The Funk Flow Lyrics
[parrish smith]Relax while I tax, or you can just maxIt really doesnt matter, just stay the hell backPoppin much junk, now the time has arose-nI pick your card and your name has been chosenNot all about ? line-opin? or the stick up sceneLet it flow!, you know what I meanIm the pmd, in the place to beClock rhymin and I lock ya, around the tick-tockerSuckers steady clockin at the same time jockinSo a brother like md takes a chill and lay lowHypnotize your girl, while the funk flow[erick sermon]I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like gettiUse the same fuel as mario andrettiKickin butt in the beginning all the way to the endHe drives, I rhyme no matter what we winI come fully equipped, with the mic on my hipSo if you real, its no time to slipCause when its time for some action, check on the mic-hael jacksonDo a spin grab my nuts, and start taxinLet the mcs know that I shock like lightningThey mess with the e-double-e, I sounds frightening[parrish] so let the funk flowLet it flow![erick sermon]Blastoff, and off you goWe usually take off fast, but now we take up slowI would say ? bamba yards? , but Im not leavinI dont wanna go, but the girlies keep screaminSo I will stay, if thats fine wit youBut I wont leave, until the party is throughSo while Im here, let me get funkyFiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glideEpmd them goin nationwide[parrish smith]While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpinYou lose your cool, then you start jumpinYoure out of control, and Im right on trackIn seconds later I work the bone out your backTo mess with the two is to mess with hot waterWe like to hang, torture then slaughterAll sucker mcs, who proceed to intrudeE said (let em slide), say what but Im in the moodFor dishin and dismissin, all those who dont listenReel the ones whose in, as if we was fishinSo in eighty-eight, no wait I think its too lateCause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait[erick] so let the funk flowLet it flow![parrish smith]Lounge homeboy you in the danger zoneWhen the brother pmd is on the microphoneThe slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combinedTo go off beat, and come back on timeTo maintain and explain, but never sound the sameAnd when it comes to do this, very few remainPeople on my jock for the rhymes I inventDip in a phone booth just like clark kentStep out dressed to impress, with no intention to fessChillin hard, with the p on my chestRhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steadyThrow a funky fresh rhyme and mcs fetch it like freddy[erick sermon]Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n rollDrink a six-pack, maybe miller or strohThats not the move, its about hip-hopThe love that yall playin and screamin had to stopLets get it straight for nineteen eighty-eightFor it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nineI hear the girls out there sayin e is hotThat only shows you what juice I gotAnd if you dont like me, and you yellin booTheres nothin wrong wit me, its somethin wrong with youSo let the funk flowLet it flow![parrish] so let the funk flowLet it flow![parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky[sermon] man, I aint worried about it, I know its funkyLet it flow
