Who You Funkin' With?

Pickin' up a beat, and I'm makin' it to your feet
Cuttin' like who? Stretchin' like who?
Makin' up a rap that makes your head clap
Talking like who, sounding like who
Make up a name, setting up your game
Living like who, breathing like who
And now we're here with the lift up for your ears
Messing with who?
Smoking with who?

Echoes were heard along with the word
About the first G-Gen, took the lid off the can
We are the Jews that filled the cup
Everybody took a sip and got all bumped up
Some people fell down and moved in the tracks
And when they sobered up, it was called break dance
Everything's like a great game of musical chairs
And if you dance and die, you are considered to be a square

Why do you think you're funkin' with? How do we do?
Why do you think you're funkin' with? How do we do?
Why do you think you're funkin' with? How do we do?
Why do you think you're funkin' with? How do we do?

Back in the days, when all the rain was a mighty street gang
And their popular names bore hearts and guts
But show them us, we're talking about who?
We're talking about us
2 dollars a head, and the kingdom is packed
With a 1 dollar tack, I see 2 or 3 acts

These days, places, records, the pawn is stolen
While we the MCs, rock the mic up
Like the masters of chess, every move is ass
Think of what you thought was the best
What's a fake check?

Yeah, you throw a 2 or a king, but you lift up long
And now all of your life, you're gonna get stepped on
We left our footprints in the sands of time
And now we're gonna leave one in your mind
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never wanna fuck with us again
So pickin' up a piece, that'll make it move your feet

Cut it like who, scratch it like who
Make another wreck that makes your hands clap
Talkin' like who? Soundin' like who?
Make up a name, straighten up your game
Livin' like who? Breathin' like who?
And now we're here with the lesson for your ears
Messin' with who?
Fuckin' with who?

The gym, the jewel, the power to be cool
The ones that made it straight from the old school
The writers, the fighters, the builders, the providers
The ones that made it better for all you bodies
We constructed a faith called the rap domain
A prison for the warders, a boogie slayin'
Break to the beat, drop your arms
You've been on, you can chill, so now get lost

On the cornerstone i sit alone with the
Undisputed leader of the white duphone
My royal gon miss the clothes I wear
My crown is the braces in my hair
I do push-ups like the ones in jail
Push up off in the streets like a model fail
But I never do time up I'm taking a time to my name
Cause belly bell in the streets is mine

Paint in your mind homeboy a picture
You're my student and I'm your teacher
I could tell through the years you've been listening well
But I tore up the score and I'm sorry you fell
Because if you bite a star it can't be exact
Damn, homeboy, I taught you better than that
I would've taught you how to strip it up to make it better
My name is Mr. Biggs and I'm a trendsetter
I got the pace and the rhythm, that's what's left of me
I'm the mild-winged death, it's good security
With the wild, with the pow, rockin' for the people
Ain't nobody turnin' around to get pow-wild
False spirit and rank is unlimited
And if you think you're ready, come and get a taste of this
I will make you feel low, and like a stick in space
MC Pop is standing quick to the pitch of the bass

Simply comprehend the reason I said to the height of life
That accumulates friends to historical beings
Known as MC Poe, the G-L-O-V-E, baby
Now if your main goal is to be like Lo
I hate to bust your bubble, but that's a no-no
You should never have believed a fuckin' M.C. Poppin'
But never believe you could be the G-L-O-B-E

Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of this
Sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of this
Sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of this. Sick of this
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it (we ain't taking no soldiers)
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it (who you fucking with)
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it (we ain't taking no soldiers)
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it (who you fucking with)
We ain't taking no soldiers
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it baby, shake it, shake it, shake it