Late at night I'm writing got a lot on my mind Exchanging midnight beats for sleep 'cause time's hard to find Spent the whole day hiking through the
let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar [repeated endlessly] So get me on the mic I'll be the ill-funk fella Here comes the fingers on the ill-funk
on the way just like the days of cloudy weather In the autumn fill the bottom with funky bass-string plucks And Talbott will keep it tight like Hollywood butt-tucks The Five Fingers of Funk
can't knock it Getting paid to light the mic up like a bulb in a socket Flip the switch tonight I saw it in their eyes The Fingers kept it live the energy
Kids are caught going the wrong way Mindstraights tapping you Worried in a flurry about the clout and kids capping you Only thirteen another dream seems
Speak upon an issue strain your brain tissue But you don't raise your voice 'cause you're afraid someone will diss you Words are needing saying so you
Tell me what you're worth 'cause in a burst of flames Blood stains could frame your body leaving your name in vain Now tell me what you did you live
Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack Pump the real rap false crap to the back I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school Gave you what
Look at where you at look look at where you're going Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing Got to come correct when I select words for wreck
to my rap sure If you grin it means I win and then your skins have been captured If you one to five times and knocking five times of running away together
fourth deadly venom (Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that! I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.) Verse Five: 2Pac Five deadly venomz verse five be the
much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there? [Dove] Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers
[Chorus] Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five will make you get down now (Baby bring it on, bring it on now) Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4, Five
sick fuck would steal 4 dead bodies anyway? Details at 11." [Violent J] Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies at
Willaby Rags Prepare for your first stop, the Dead Body Man! Ahahaha! Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street Fifty-five, sixty-five bodies atleast
down, diggy diggy down diggy down down [Verse Two: Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all yall
the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky Verse Five: Method Man
