Fakin' The Funk (Unreleased)

Now this is how we do

At the age of 19, heard the scene

A lot of M.C.'s that do not come clean

Frontin' on dealin' hard times in rhymes

You see him in the streets, and you see no signs

Of the hell, and they get on stage and tell

Some ol' cornball war story, ring the bell (word)

You're fakin' the funk

Talkin' that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk (yeah, yo)

And I'ma let you know, that this way

You just don't cut with the artificial flow

Neek the Exotic breaks backs and necks

When fakes try to front, they get smoked like blunts

My rhymes penetrate like skunk

Ayo, word up, I think you're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

You do a song about a current event

Get on television and seem hesitant to represent

And that's what we call fraud

You can't kick the streets with a "Look, I sold out" award (word)

And everywhere has streets

That's not tryin' to hear the same wack rhymes

Over the same stink beats

'Cause times are real, and I can't feel

Puttin' bullshit down on the reel to reel

Now I'ma let you know

With those weak style of raps, it's time to go

I eject rejects that step

I'm a vet ready to snap your neck

I shine and rise at the same time

The mastermind of the sport called the rhyme

Now it's my time to dump chumps that front

(Ayo, Professor, what's up?)

You're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

Yo, you're fakin' the funk (you're fakin' the funk)

You're fakin' the funk, he's fakin' the funk

The era of the wack M.C

Is gettin' shut down when the Main Source stomps through your town

'Cause we just don't play the role of a clown

And keep things jumpin' with the real rap sound

So to all the people stealin' beats (you're fakin' the funk)

To the crossover rapper with the pleats (you're fakin' the funk)

To all the chumps that's claimin' the streets (you're fakin' the funk)

Frontin' incredible feats (you're fakin' the funk)

To the girl actin' like a prostitute (you're fakin' the funk)

Wearin' that hooker type suit (you're fakin' the funk)

To the rapper with the big space suit (you're fakin' the funk)

To the artist that doesn't pay dues (you're fakin' the funk)

Exotic and then you're torn with the hyper tone

I can't be blown 'cause my rhymes are hard like stone

So prepare for the scare, 'cause I'm your worst nightmare, punk

'Cause you're you're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk (now listen)

You're fakin' the funk (mama)

You're fakin' the funk (you know, you act like a punk)

You're fakin' the funk

You're fakin' the funk (you know, you fakin')

You're fakin' the funk (with what)