From Da Bricks lyrics

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[Verse One] [Mr. Funkee]
That's right I'm talkin' bout The Bricks
The land where the rebels rock afros and bald heads
And stayin' crazy paid comes natural
Time to buckwild wild like the Dirty Dozen
(FUNKY BROTHERS IN THE HOUSE!)
Oh yeah, I brought my cousin
Jam-C
That's right we're livin' larger than the humans
So come on, join the funk family reunion
I'm straight from Newark, New Jersey but go where ever I go
I know
I'm knockin' n*ggas out like Ivan Drago
I like to spread the funk around the block where I stay on
That's why it stinks around Bergen and Avon
See once I grab the mic, guaranteed satisfaction
Make you wanna scream, "HEEHEE", like Michael Jackson
I'm blessed by the funkafied child
(YO FUNKEE KICK YOUR STYLE!)
Yo hold up, wait, not now
I like the way the skunk smell, I like to freak the funk realm
Any rapper think he's takin' mine, he's drunk as hell
So check the funky horn cause I got it goin' on
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, let me rock it Chaka Khan
Yo this is dedicated to the punks talkin' about they from the underground
Come on now how that sound?
You see, I don't give a damn if you're underground or (NOT!)
I hit hard like a (ROCK!)
Then start handin' out the (KNOTS!)
So if you got beef come to The Bricks cause you ain't doin' sh*t here
I'll be outside when you get there
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