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Digital Underground Future Rhythm

Game 11 This is a federal food fight (You better know it) That means we're callin' out all you kooks and crooks (What? We're about to rip this shit)

'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future In the future, it's gonna be a rhythm

I'm makin' money, see So yo world I hope you're ready for me Now gather 'round I'm the new fool in town And my sound's laid down by the Underground I

the sticky, ooo-we gooy I got more funk in my left in my left pinky toe I got more soul in my style than they will ever know I got more rhythm than

No, I'm talking about a fully operational, post traumatic, temple lobe, paranoid skitzophrenic, manic depressive, homicidal maniac. A classic case. This

(feat. Black Spooks) Yo wake up it's the D crew up in here with the Black Spooks And we bout to drop it on y'all...y'all best get a clue Fool get a

dwelling, hella-bumping party killer While we singing knock me down Lift me up, tell me something good And give me hella bump [Digital Underground x2

your heart and leave your vision blurry So try to focus on my dope And I suggest you invest in a telescope; As I'm kicking hella rhythm, move closer to

ooo-we gooy I got more funk in my left in my left pinky toe I got more soul in my style then they will ever know I got more rhythm than I'll ever need