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Planet Funk Inside All The People

Inside all the people A jet-black spark Rippling like magma In their hearts Under all the hot lights And gyroscopes Physically pulsing As they shake

Inside all the people A jet-black spark Rippling like magma In their hearts Under all the hot lights And gyroscopes Physically pulsing As they shake

glad your dopped, I go see my fro, with the fro when we toast, So all the punks in the partner planet, Plus every single fool, cause without all of yall

, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish Party robust, rec room style for you brothers Time's ticking, eruptments conduct Entering one funk

My verbal tecture will bless you with scientific lessons On another plane, it's hard to maintain 'cause my membrane, causes strain within my inner frame The pain, from my people

mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!) Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!) we dispense necessity, to shout and receive KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG People

So all you teeny weeny iddy bitty yellow polka dot MCs I travel the world while you stuck around the way You iddy bitty teeny weeny MCs trapped inside

go gold wit' Yo shit with absolutely no innovation whatsoever You and all your mens not clever Y'all need to be told that shit You ain't bold black plans

(OVER!) people ????? You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga' Bringin it back like I'm fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers (IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All