Funkadelic Relic Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Yeah 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) 

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) 

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) 

James Todd Smith when nine years old 

When 'Sugarhill' was in control 

I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get sold 

I set my demo in a Silvia treated me cold 

Time flew 'cause I was gettin' my shit off 

Sixteen now, it's about the time to set my first hit off 

'I Need A Beat', it was a smash on the DL 

But every time I did a show my name was misspelled 

'Can't Live Without My Radio' drops 

I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box 

'Rockin' the bells' like a madman dissin' me 

Event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first 50 grand 

All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold 

A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll 

I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip 

I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school, shit 

Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage 

And it's the funkadelic relic, yeah 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) 

And it's the funkadelic relic, yeah 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) 

It's the funkadelic relic, yeah 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) 

I wasn't tryin' to hear it 'cause I'm bad 

When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad 

I need love, that means I need a girl to love me down 

I dropped the pretty style 'cause rap was gettin' ugly 

I waited a year for the results, I'm triple platinum 

We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' 'em 

I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it 

Tripplin' 'em up, that was my style, but everybody bit it 

Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavor 

Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major 

Puttin' out till da break of dawn', tell me what sucker? 

Cops harass me illegal search motherfucker 

I'm just a brother makin' jams now I got a name 

I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the train 

I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip hop 

Admit that I'm the man, it's time for me to get my props 

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) 

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk) 

Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic, yeah 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) 

Come on man 

Mama said to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box 

I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks 

There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself 

When all the punks on top of everybody else, but 

In '92 and '93 I'm makin' history 

The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery 

The baddest rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy? 

I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me 

I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it 

Thought I was going back to Cali' where I knew I wasn't 

I sent a 'Murder Gram', solo in a black van 

I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland 

'Mr. Goodbar' lickin' all the rough stuff 

I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a rudder-put 

You wanna find me come to Farmers Boulevard 

And you can hear me, eat 'em up, just ask for Todd 

Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic 

Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) 

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) 

Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic 

(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it) 

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk 

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk 

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk 

Bring in the funk 

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk 

Bring in the funk 

Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it