Neva Faded lyrics

[Intro]
In here we're the Lords of the Underground
Straight from Jersey
Kickin' nothin' but mad flavour
From the underground
And it goes a little something like this
For you punks
DoItAll neva faded
Supreme C neva faded
Funkyman neva faded
Lord Jazz neva faded
Marley Skills neva faded
DoItAll neva faded
Funkyman neva faded
So check out the styles we create

[Verse 1: Mr. Funke]
In this corner we got the brother with the braids in his hair
The real n*gga with the ill grim reaper stare
5 feet 8 inches 210 pounds, kinda chunky
The brass monkey junky Mr. Funke
I'm tired of all these whack rappers Always Into Somethin'
You need to mind ya business, ain't nobody asked you nothing'
See I'm not getting' played by another mans greed
Don't take me for a chump, cause I'm not scared to bleed
I heard you say that Mr. Funke's gonna dis your ass
Let your boys gas you up and now they miss your ass
You're just mad cause you couldn't give the crowd what they want
n*ggas lined up at my show like it's the first of the month
I got everything locked down in this area and I'm
Rippin' everything from Japan to America
Peace to ?Peter Beggar? you you got it goin' on
And I'm out (Why?) Cause I'm too sexy for this song