Funky Beat - SRNO

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Whodini drops another one in everybody’s face

And dig it, they call this one Grandmaster Dee’s «Funky Beat»

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Funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Right here and now, I do declare

This to be the new funky beat of the year

If you want a funky beat, why not use mine?

I be rocking funky beats, all the time

So now’s the time, and this is the chance

Cause the next record might not make you dance

Cause funk ain’t nothing but a four letter word

That’s often spelled but seldom heard

Listen to the bass drum hit the ground

The bass sounds like it weighs at least a pound

You heard the drum roll, there was a glare in your eye

But tell me the truth, are you that surprised?

We make beats with rhythm and rhythm with beats

Hear my records in the clubs, as well as the streets

So to all you emcees, that’s looking for an idol

Jalil is my name, Master Rapper’s my title

This beat here will be served and deserved

We’ll rock on point, and turn all curves

We’ll rock every beat with the greatest of ease

And if you try and drum roll us — we’ll bob and weave

We’ll slip and slurk, tear off our shirt

Just to show you what it’s like when a rapper’s at work

So from now until the man who we feel

Is gonna go rocking on the wheels of steel

Grandmaster Dee, hit me!

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Now you heard DJ’s on the record scratch

But how many have you heard bust a rap?

My DJ, Grandmaster Dee

He raps on the mic with Ecstasy and me

And when we’re at the party, we turn it out

Cause that’s what Whodini is all about

I am the rapper that they call Jalil

Master Dee is the one on the wheels of steel

Behind the turntable, one and two

Something from Whodini, special for you (yo)

You (yo) you (yo) you (yo) you (yo)

You, you, you, yo' Drew!

Yo last Fresh Fest I was rockin «Good Times»

This Fresh Fest I’m busting out rhymes

When I’m on the set I take total control

I rock your mind, yo' feet, your body, your soul

Other DJs may stop and stare

But when I’m on the set, I show no fear

I rock the beat because it is bad

Jam the other the DJs know that I am

Def, def, def, def, yo Ex!

The point we tried to make, is simple

On the turntables he’s quick and nimble

Since he’s here we’re gonna prove our point

Now that Whodini’s inside the joint

Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn

There are three of us, and we’re all good looking

Young ladies hearts, we’re sho' to win

Cause like five plus five we equal ten

So easy on the tweeter, heavy on the bass

With some help from Master Dee we’re gonna rock

My time is up, it’s on you Jalil

All DJs aren’t created equal

To this rap there will be no sequel

People like you must understand

That all rap groups don’t need no band

All we need in order to achieve

Is some help from the Master you better believe

And you’ll get results, and not insults

And that’s the way our business is dealt

The words we speak are so explicit

We rock from the Atlantic to the Pacific

We’re the men with the international beeper

But call us at night because our rates are cheaper

And it’s our intent to represent

The DJ that’ll give you one hundred percent

Mo' excitement than a one man band

Too good to be great so we call the man Grand

Master Dee

Ooh-wee!

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Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat

Funky beat