Five Minutes Of Funk Lyrics - Singles - Whodini

{Five minutes of funk} 

Now the party didn't start till I walked in 

An' I probably won't leave until the thing ends 

But in the mean time, the in between time 

If you work your thing, then I'll work mine 

We came here together so we could have fun 

Me an' you, baby, goin' one on one 

Now this is the last chance for us to get off 

So either get loose, or you ought to get lost 

'Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing 

'Cause I'm the stone cold, New York rap machine 

I'ma give you what I got an' baby, that's plenty 

An' never has one man rocked so many 

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Im'a make you wet an' make you sweat 

Just to see how funky you can get 

Now, when I'm on the mic, I do serve well 

An' I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil 

{Four minutes left} 

Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear 

Get ready for a trip through the atmosphere 

Gonna take you for a ride through the Twilight Zone 

I don't need a space ship, I use my microphone 

So hold on tight, with all your might 

'Cause I'll be rappin' like this for the rest of the night 

It's Jalil, y'all, your master rapper 

An' when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster 

'Cause MCs crumble when we rumble 

Some think I'm soft just because I'm humble 

So all you MCs, I hope you're real good listeners 

'Cause in this battle, I'm takin' no prisoners 

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I'm slayin' MCs right on the spot 

'Cause I'm the the master of the rap, the doctor of the rock 

The 'Jack of all trades', the master of one 

An' the thing I'm at is called havin' fun 

We got three minutes left to rock this funk 

To separate the good stuff from the junk 

So get in the groove an' feel the sound 

An' once you're inside, spread yourself around 

From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom 

Come on, Master Dee, get funky while we got 'em 

{Three minutes left} 

Me an' my partner, from the start 

We usually get together, after dark 

Sometimes to rap, sometimes to sing 

In the summer or the winter 'cause it ain't no thing 

An' ever since I first came round 

Side by side, we'd throw down 

We came here to this here place 

To serve you all right to your face 

Because this jam here is our show stopper 

We didn't wanna do it but I guess we gotta 

We're the men of the hour, makin' the ladies scream an' holler 

Too hot to trot, too sweet to be sour 

I'm gonna set the record straight 

An' I hope that it is not too late 

If you want the best, I wont settle for less 

Put your money on me, I'm your best bet 

Come on, one for the treble 

Two for the bass 

Three for the ladies 

Four for the plaid 

Five, minutes of funk, this ain't no junk 

So pull your bottom, off the tree stump 

Ladies real pretty, city to city 

But now we're gettin' down to the nitty gritty 

From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom 

I'm gonna rock 'em, while I still got 'em 

Our rappin' shower has style an' power 

An' this is our disco hour 

I dunno if all of you have heard 

So it's up to me to spread the word 

About the man that we feel has got to be real 

Our crowned Prince on the wheels of steel 

He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee 

So if it's alright with you, it's alright with me 

We gonna rock you people's minds with ease 

With some help from the Maestro, if you please 

{One minute left} 

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