Yo Rock, cue me in
We got that funk
Murray's back before you need to know
We got the funk for your ass
Let's go
A lot of rappers holla tough stuff, they don't live it
When you hear me emceeing, I'm speaking from experience
Keynote speaker, rock folk freaker
This lecture is conducted from the mic and through the speaker
Now, who gets weaker? Not this done
Look, I'm never shook, not even when I was on the run
I'm a rebel, I love rebel people
You're not equal, you damn creep, you
I wake up in the morning with my game face on
And play hard all day, word is born
By the way, whatever happened to, word is born
The brother I lied to me during Ramadan
I'm taking no prisoners, taking no shorts
Still drink, I'll eat cans, parties and courts
For creativity and original thought
And to twist the fate, I'll twist your face, don't get caught
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack
He's back
Yo, we got the ghetto funk, you need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that, Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack
You need to know
We got funk for your stink ass
Come on
Yo, here's what I'ma do
Joke you out till your lips and your face turn blue
Now look what you done made me do
I did it again
And the joke's on you
I'm more than a fishy, reputable, undisputable, lyrical phraseologist
You know how I do
Not one of you or any combination of you
Can ever mess around
Boy, you know how I do
Dialectical linguist
Unlimited thinker
Descriptive mental photographer
L-O-D-N-P-P-P gets it all
With strong, bodily harm
You can't call
Stop, lock and barrel
Empty
We don't want
This funk here
Clogs up, come on
I'm not an R&B pop star, rockin' roll up
I'm an underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder
You mindless, spineless jellyfish, I eat em' seeds
Which is my favorite dish
I sell em' seven seeds
Pack em' in like sardines
And eat fruit off the stress tree
Keep kill beef like mad cow disease
Spazz on me, negro
Some say I'm sarcastic with a bad reputation
But ignore em', don't listen
They Mr. Murray hate ya
We ain't got the ghetto funk
You need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that
Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack
He's back
Yo, we ain't got the ghetto funk
You need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that
Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack
You need to know
This is to my
Negroes, Spaniards, and Caucasoids
This chiseled face, hardcore rap b-boy
With my R-Wired tightrope trampoline
Stop
Tear your ass up
It's service in a snap
I'm the local hero
Global player
Make your grandmother get up and
Do the Murray Rainer
*** you, go into a death row
Like a
Alligator
Good dog, my squad
Got too much flavor
Rainbow style
Like a pack of Nawa ladies
This funk * gon' shake the East Crater
My squad, stay
True to the game
We the trillers
Let's blow the efforts
This son of the grave
Yo, we ain't got the ghetto funk
You need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that
Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack
He's back
Yo, we ain't got the ghetto funk





You need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that
Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack
You need to know
Yo, we ain't got the ghetto funk
You need to know where the funk is at
Funk that, punk that
Murray's back with that
Funk to make a person get your heart attack