A new paragraph means we passed the "mic". Funk Doc starts.
my vat o' inspiration is empty
so instead i'm gonna lay back and smoke up my twenty sack
just random nonsense, spitting shit on a clear conscience
keep it coming funk
ehhh
you warming up now
not pussy shit like the bitches in 8 mile
coming up on stage and play the honeys with a fake smile
you got the lyrics, you got the skill
rapperfection is lying naked at the top of the hill
so get climbing
get out your tools and get ryming
this is funk doc and dan on a rap collaboration
across the channel, we giving you the best of two nations
the beats are flowing
while the seeds in sammys garden are busy growing
haha
as the two natural forces combine
instigating an attack on your ears line by line
if the police heard us speak, we'd probably get a speeding fine
the pigs 'll fuck you over on the first chance they get
busting through your door and smack a baton on your head
and for what? shifting a pound or two of grass
for taking two and saying pass?
i fucking hate em, i wanna smack a roundhouse on their ass!
i understand cos, even here they got no class
or presence
they spend all their time looking after everyone but the peasants
who are the ones in need
the same poor folk who get busted just for smoking alittle weed
but instead they go after those who try and keep it pleasant
a man breaks into my house i take a bat to his head
im the one whos gunna spend the resta my days lying on a prison issue bed
counting the hours
remembering the smell of wild flowers
it's fucking madness, makes me wanna go out psycho
grab a gun and shoot em up, but that ain't right yo
but somethings gotta be done to redress the scales
maybe the police do try but their shit fails
to do what it should and keep the order
but instead they try to catch you shifting pounds across the border
so i explode like a mortar and blow up on the scene
this is funk doc and than, the baddest shit you ever seen
the rhymesayers united for a love for the green
and also the art of expressing how you feel bout all the places you been
the sights youve seen
preach on, reverend dan, spit ya rhymes like a sermon
while we try and stay alive in the madness of the urban strife
looking for love but not for a wife
in a world where arguments are defused by talking
insteada the knife, the tanks, the ak
and the increasingly dangerous sunshine ray
burning through their brains
the leaders acting like they all insane
but fuck em all, i try to stay ahead of the game
and stay ahead of the pain
keep a clear head all the time and break loose from the chains
that were placed round my legs at birth
designed to try to restrict my worth
but i got a key to the locks
i swear in my body lies the blood of a fox
cos im cunning, i learned from experience
the best time for running is when faced with danger
cos everybody in this world is just a lone ranger
we got the minds of a killer, people screaming bloody murder
all those bitches hit the decks the very second they heard us
our rhymes just keep on burning, like a blunt that won't go out
so open up your ears
if you wanna find out what the weedgurus are all about
we speak our clout, we reign supreme without a doubt
so if you think you can beat us don't hesitate to grab a mic
but i guarantee you that we won't go down without a fight
or maybe you'd like to race me on my motorbike?
haha
good one!
After that we just stopped making sense and decided to call it quits.
