(feat. Lords of the Underground)



The sounnnnnds.. that you hearrrr



[Chorus x2: LOTUG]

It's the East coast sound, bumpin through your town

  Lords, Dre, Ed Lover, comin from the under

It's the East coast sound, bumpin through your town

  Lords, Dre, Ed Lover, comin from the under



[Ed Lover]

I step up to the frontline, it's not my turn to rhyme



[DoItAll]

Well it's mine, so watch your back, cause I'm high off this wine

Brass monkey, now my mental state is like funky

Lyrics intoxicated so my style is drunk chunky

Now some can, umm get it, but some can't, get widdit

But if you can't, get it, then on you I have shitted

Your reaction is stunk, from the shit that I pump

And my sound, is immortalized, in mad niggaz trunks

Now hear the slur as I speak, cause my speech is not slurred

I go by the straight line so many words bump curves

So visualize 'em, while um some, try to harmonize 'em

Like who's that nigga?  (That's that nigga)

And what's that style that he just kicked?

Well it's me, the D-O-I-T All..

That brown slim brother who sometime plays the wall

But not now, cause now with the sound I am loud!



[Chorus]



[Mr. Funke]

Come follow me you get deep in the line



[Ed Lover]

Or you can play the Tribe and just "Check the Rhime"

Time and time again as I pick up a pen

My thoughts begin, and the lyrics descend

upon the paper, time to run the caper for major flavor

So here's the 911, check your pagers, heyyy!

It's the E-D, the B.G. Y.G.

From the Springfield Murdoch, Hollis Click 200

and 9th Street thick, I never trick

My trade is gettin paid on the norm, crashin like a storm door

(Ka-PLAOW!) I guess ya souped you want some more here's a scoop

Don't weep, don't peep, and please don't let me catch ya sleep

Cause I'll blast-ya, break ya like plas-ter

Listen up close to the words of the ma-ster

The industry is sewn like my homies got shorties on the block

It's the East coast rock



[Chorus]



[DoItAll]

Alla-kazoo, alli-kazaam



[Mr. Funke]

You know who I am!

I be emperor, black Russian czar, Gamma-Funkula

No need to ask who is iller

I grew from brass monkey to gorilla, the wack MC killer

Now - I'm only in this for the money

But some of you been tryin to bite my style

And I don't think the shit is funky

Now move over bacon!  I'm tired of all these niggaz fakin

You say I'm wack but look at how your girl's booty shakin

How dare you ever try to chump me?  Yo you gets nuttin here!

Niggaz is fallin off like Humpty Dumpty

But you can come on, and try to press your luck

I'll go out like Colin Ferguson - BUCK BUCK BUCK!

And you'll be lucky if you make it

Cause any MC who steps to me will have to be rehabilitated

You'll need more than a lawyer to defend ya

Yeah, Mr. Funke man - up in ya!



[Chorus x2]