Bonafied Funk (feat. Main Source)

Main Source forever, crews gotta get more clever

Whatever, just have your shit together

'Cause it's '91, which means not a thing

'Cause for centuries, we'll make crews sing

No matter what record label, we stay stable

Pick up the album, we're never on cable

Crews cross over, but not Main Source

I use Simon's guitar strings to floss

Brand New Heavies

Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70s Chevy's

So we don't have to loop up a beat to fuck your group up

Just bring the band, by the way, we got Jan on the drums

Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs

And Simon, like I mentioned before, just strums

The guitar strings for all my siblings

Just follow when everyone sings

Brand New Heavies! (Brand New Heavies!)

And Main Source! (Main Source!)

A-yo, wait a minute

We got The Heavies in the crib puttin' the funk back in it

And if you know the Main Source, you know my man K-Cut

And him and Simon is gonna show you what's up

I can't forget the other man on the scratches

Sir Scratches, like his hands are two hatchets

While Andrew plucks on the bass

I'm gonna let my man Sir Scratch drop taste

A-yo, now everybody sing

Brand New Heavies! (Brand New Heavies!)

And Main Source! (Main Source!)

Just an example of how rappers don't have to sample

To keep the funk beat on the street

So slide to the side when the Source and The Heavies collide

'Cause it's Bonafied Funk for ya hide

To wiggle, makin' beatheads uncivil

Turntables swivel as the rap crews shrivel

Away, like a fiend with tooth decay

Peace is not the word to play, hey

Brand New Heavies! (Brand New Heavies!)

And Main Source! (Main Source!)

One time, it's the...

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhh)

(Come on, come on, come on ...)

One time for your mind, one time for your mind

The Large Professor in the house

Main Source forever, y'all, be cool