Funky 97 de Five Fingers Of Funk

have been kicking hard from day one
I wake around noon i squint at the sun
Consider all my chores each day i catch more
Throw on my drawers before i get the job done
I step out the apt. without delay
Walkman pumping "it's a brand new day"
I'm gonna meet the keen-one when suddenly i see some
Ducks in a truck playing "ice ice babe"
Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended
I guess i must admit that at the shit i was offended
They proceeded to park stepped in the minute-mart
I thought to myself "the situation is splendid"
I stepped up to it and began to analyze the
Scene in green i tagged my name "pete miser"
Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while i'm flipping
The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a
Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop
The shit they hit it makes me wonder how they get props
As if you didn't know it takes the skills to flow
Go back to the lab 'cause if you step you'll get dropped
Go to the funky 97
Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves
'cause back then we'd rap when caps sent the braincells
Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying
Their fronting ain't it something fluffing nothings still trying
To come off but the drums lost their weak minds
I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines
These toys nowadays employ the sound waves
To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways

Don't understand the plan the man or my reasons
Wack rhyme's a crime and i'm trying you for treason
You're a goner if i catch you on a corner in a freestyle
But i never will you lack skills that's why you're on trial
Go back to the basics or face it your fake shit
Wastes airspace it's a disgrace when you make it
If it don't sell well tell me would you do it?
If not then hot shot you'd better not pursue it
Go to the funky 97