Psycho Lyrics - Singles - Lords Of The Underground

The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton 

Lords of the Underground witness the birth of the funky child 

Doitall hit 'em 

Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda 

See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners 

First with the style from the birth canal 

And now I got the flav to make the crowd go wild 

Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me kick it 

I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl from my midget? 

I packs the piece more than chicken packed grease 

I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth 

Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the baby 

Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's crazy 

No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping 

And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was happening 

Now January 14th has birthed the funk one 

The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay 

I got you bobbing to the funky style 

K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child 

Yeah, born in the underground of Newark, now witness the birth of Mr. Funkee 

The fifth of the terror, it's the return of Funky Kreuger 

A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger 

Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters 

The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters 

Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is back 

Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that 

You can work kid you know, you could practice all your life 

But I still take the show and then I go home with the wife 

Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercy 

I hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee 

Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do 

Make you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?) 

When I was younger I used to sing with my sister 

Now I kick the ill styles you have to call me mister 

Cooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwild 

Raised in the ways of the funky child 

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) 

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) 

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) 

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) 

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) 

(Funky child) (Funky funky style) 

Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler 

We're hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' roller 

I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum 

Just?, so this is how I'm killing them 

K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique 

Marley's on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like POW 

Now it's time to get buckwild 

And watch my funky brothers freak the underground 

In a second, or minute, in no times flat 

(Flatline noise) Bring it back 

And go grab the album to give the Lords money 

Take it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?" 

We gone psycho and everbody thought they did was styles 

They didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes 

I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my flow 

I fear no man, cause if it's on fool, then it's on (And it's on) 

Don't worry not for other crews selling out 

As long as Lords of the Underground stay underground 

The brothers of LOTUG will keep the lyrical fitness 

Don't worry about me selling out, mind your business 

You might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out" 

But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm about 

Any props you receive are the props that you earn 

I'm off till the funky child returns