This is a song about "Funky fresh rhymes"

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Can't even lose hair, rythm ah rock block tha funky

All i can say is... that was a funky shit

The real muscle in the message of that

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

So ill leave after i spit a bit of some funky shit,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret