Here Come The Lords Lyrics - Singles - Lords Of The Underground

Hey, yo, Funke wake up, huh? Turn your radio up, what? 

It's us, it's us? Yeah, listen to the cut, it's our style, our style? 

Your style, stop brother, aiyyo, nigga, wake up 

Let me show you some thin' 

Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases 

Listen, listen, it's driving me crazy 

'Cause every time I do a style and flip it kind of simple 

Brothers say, that's fat and do it on the demo 

From a demo to a promo, now a hit on the radio 

Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video 

Same one? Same one, concepts, whole nine 

And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme 

I'm not worried though, why? I'm flipping hits from the grill 

And in the underground only real stays real, so, umm 

Check the skills, the skills are kinda ill and, yo 

Here come the Lords, 'cause we're here to make a kill 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Aiyyo, Marley, aiyyo whassup knocka? 

Do you hear these suckas trying to clock, the Lord Chief Rocka 

Yeah, I hear 'em they're just a bunch of clones on your bone 

Hold up, I'm trying to figure out where could they get my style from 

Aiyyo, wait a minute remember the tape, you shopped around 

A while back? Yo, what wasn't that your boys? Now they got our stuff Down pat, yo, man don't sweat it just show 'em why they call you Mr.Funke, yo, Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass Brass Monkey 

Here come the Lords, here come the Lords Mr.Funke don't you see me? 

I told you we were coming you suckas didn't believe me the Skipper 

My Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper, I'm hanging other rappers like Your girl hangs on my zipper, Lord Jazz, hit me one time make it funky 

Stop being stingy knocka pass that Brass Monkey 

I step off a stage everyone knows, who I am 

Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I jam, jam 

Give me the mic and watch me wax that ass 

Keep the camera moving 'cause I'm kinda fast 

You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip 

But you'll never ever rip, Funke style as good as this 

Because you sound like you're drugged you might as well be a singer 

Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz 

So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down 

Just dig the sound 'cause here comes the Lords of the Underground 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Well, umm, open up the doors and yell, here come the Lords 

Yell it loud, yell it loud let me hear it from a crowd 

I packs 'em, in the closet like Michael Jackson 

And love to hear the girls go, oh, when I'm rocking 

So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it 

And caught you on the dillz from my jam called Check It 

Check it, check it, check it, check it microphone, check it 

Yeah, you went wild 'cause your moms digs my records 

So come on, I'm taking you where the sun don't shine 

The underground but everything is fine 

I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets hectic 

Your vocal chords'll get cracked, you gets no chloraseptic 

So hit 'em, so chill, chill man, chill 

I know who used to be but now who's Top Bill 

Well, it's me and yes, I am back by the Funke 

Marley filled the House with Hits so you know the Lords are chunky 

We stink, like pee-eww, funk from my shoe 

But what about this funk, can two brothers like us do? 

But get down like James Brown and rock the whole town 

Hah, and now the Lords have broke ground 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

Here come the Lords 

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