Rock Dis Funky Joint

Time to get funky-new-radical hip as I get to the point
Rock this funky joint
Wait a sec, the teacher's got to check the intellect
Plus I must stepped in to give you it but
But give you what?
The P the R the T for often come fi teach it up but
My style be just enough?
To manifest the fabric mathematic black be that of asiatic
Rock the joint subtract the static and that you're rocking to my concept
Now gots ta stand for this
For this wise, civilised in hip hop rhyme from a black mind
G kicking it to you all the time As-salam
You like a more a peace sign
Represents my way life and this be that of Islam
I take my time, think before I manifest a rhyme
Sharp and accurate to stop the music on a dime
Knowledge me acapella wisdom G I'm manifesting
Understanding understood so there's no need for keep you guessing
Follow me now, see, see I be rocking
The second hand is ticking still the posse don't be clocking
Controllers of the clock we ticking closer to the point
Rock this funky joint

Rock that funky joint

The stummer-step, the style that I use with
With also rather rapidly, PRT posse backing me
Easy now, star, you know exactly who we are
Poor Righteous Teachers tribe we PRT for short now
Now no don't want more, hm? Or am I too much for the mental
Proceed teacher please, just keep it sorta simple
Like hip hop, yet complicatedly I place it
According to the moods of my intellect
Step for step, I step a little closer to the point
Rock this funky joint
But, but I'm your teacher, I teach you, rocker when I rock you
The king I quote vibing a different style of hip hop
Smooth like a wise word spoken from a prophet
Rough like a slave trying to get away
See I combine, with two kinds of rhyme, trying to reach you
The knowledge of myself makes me a poor righteous teacher
Stop to flip the topic, Islamically I drop it
My duty be to teach so keep your pistol in your pocket
I self, lord and master travelling faster
As I get closer to the point, rock this funky joint

Rock that funky joint

Stummer-step yet, Yet, I'm on top of it
I, I have to get, the styles you be seeking and the words that I be speaking
Poor Righteous Teachers posse teaching
Anyone that lacks this style that I be styling
Mentally profiling, should I say I'm
Smooth with the roughness, just serving justice
Suckers try to suck this, but, but I be scoping
Never I'm not sleeping because it's Culture Freedom, G
Whose posse ruling? PRT
Word, B, it's sort of simple, see
Now look at me, the holy intellectual type and I write
The spirit always keep me something hype, I pick the mic, yo
'Cause it's my whole life like, like I'm creating
Man I be festating, can I say I'm great when
There's not another brother greater?
Turn to Culture Freedom for support
G, manifest the point, rock this funky joint

Rock that funky joint

But no excuses, losers never rock this
Snakes try to stop this, purify the holy hip hopness
Listen to the concept, swept tech technique
Peace be the Lord or feel the sword when I speak
As-salamu-alaykum, Alaykum my salaam
A universal greeting from the people of our kind
Step into the realm of my cypher, feel the different type of
Come and stummer-slippin-stepping technique
Twelve hundred [?], he's asking me to rock
So now I'm giving him the spot

Style be the lyrics I be kicking, intelligence be ticking
Somewhat symbolic to a bomb
Many brothers roll and fell a victim, I'm not living with them
Because they didn't know the time
Turn to Culture Freedom for support
G, manifest the point, rock this funky joint

Rock that funky joint



Credits
Writer(s): Harold Ray I. Brown, Sylvester Allen, Howard E. Scott, Lee Oskar, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Anthony Robert Depula, Timothy Wadell Grimes, Leroy Lonnie Jordan, Charles Miller
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