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Mc Funky J

other man's thinking Now your third eye is blinking My rhymes be kicking like a brother's breath be stinking I get funky for sure while you're *sniff

, they must be constipated Many awaited, the heavyset brother from Fulton Street To drop a rhyme to a funky beat Expellin' MC's as if I was at Sarah J

to send violent j to his room (whut?!) my money stacks up over miles when I bust this funky style now I think i'll pass the mic to another fresh MC I

No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears 'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back' yo, save the cheers Suckers, I'm drinkin' forties of beers on the boulevard Funky, funky, funky

you what bad is Microphone magician, it's the end when I start A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art Crowned king b-boy, the elite rap reverand Master of the ceremony twenty-four/seven Mc

it's like this for da 95' Just like last year You cant fuck wit us... Beeeooooooooooootch! Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass {Beavis & Butt-Head laughing} (Juicy "J") Yeah Juicy "J

and soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group Oaktown 357, J.J. Fad too Had pop hits and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the BO

jardin d?Eden J?ai controle les anges, pas de haine et pas d?ennemis Sinon j?ai le canif et j?inaugure le meurtre au Paradis J?ai joue au maigrelet

my freaks all night long Not only do, I rhyme I also cut so nice And all the fightin' perpetratin' D.J.'s want my slice 'Cause I'm select Perpetratin' D.J