Oh that'll work.. word.. ssssssmooth!
 Oooh, this one goes to all the coolouts
 All the old schoolers, all the new schoolers
 My name is the Kid Capri, with the Lords of Funk
 And we gon' smooth it out like this, bust it
 Make it real mellow, bet it be smoother than a cello
 And while we're at it, rest in peace to (?)
 Now make it real cute, make it sound like a flute
 It's gonna drop, just like a parachute
 I can't wait to see my name on a marquee
 They're gonna put it right there where it should be
 I'm gonna blow up, and man I can taste it
 And anyone that don't like it - face it!
 The Kid Capri is goin to war, and that's the truth
 I gotta prove to these suckers that I'm bulletproof
 I'm playin low key, for a little bit
 In the studio, tryin to make a hit
 I work for hours and hours and days and days
 Thinkin about all the cash this pays
 But nevertheless I gotta, be the best
 I gotta, dress to impress, and have a girl with the Guess jeans
 on her behind, the girl is so fine
 I love the way she light the candle when we, wine and dine
 I electrify minds, exterminate suckers
 Play a little music at the games, the Ruckers
 Be on the court, playin what they're taught
 Once it's finished I'll be chillin in a fly resort
 Now many, have tried to diss my face
 Cause the girls, stare, when I come in the place
 I'm not braggin, but I gotta say that I'm great
 The more you see me is the more that you a-ppreciate
 my talent, superb expertise for rap
 And everything that goes with, including your clap
 cause I'm strong, my strategy is highly talked about
 And I'm takin NO shorts, I'm goin ALL OUT!
 I despise those guys that come in my face
 and say I'll battle you, any time, any place
 I just - shake my head and say, "Mmm yeah right"
 But it's a whole different story once we're on the mic
 I'm not sayin I'm the best, but I never fall
 and I serve crab rappers like it's nothin at all
 You know the dope sayin easier said than done
 Well I did it, it was easy, and I had fun
 doin what I like, takin brothers off the mic
 Cold slammin over parties with the rhymes that you like
 Need I say to the crowd as the system kicks loud
 Just as long as I can keep your body movin I'm proud
 The sound we supply make you people keep in step
 I wanna make sure, the syllables connect
 And you think about a battle, well how could you win?
 You never wanna come across, the Lords again
 And Money Mark is a in, the house
 Without a doubt, Money Mark is in the house
 And my man Silver D, he got it goin on
 He won't steer you wrong, cause the brother got it goin on
 And the Kid Capri is definitely in effect
 The man Kid Capri is definitely in effect
 You ever try to diss I just might get WRECK
 The man Kid Capri is definitely in effect a word up
 And Biz Mark, he got it goin on
 And my man Kool V, he got it goin on
 And the DJ Doc, he got it goin on
 And my man Troy Outlaw we got it goin on
 My man the Don, he got it goin on
 To my man Kid D, he got it goin on
 and the Troopa Luv crew, we got it goin on
 And it's the Lords of Funk, we never ever ever steer you wrong
 Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
 Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
 It gets fresh get fly, we get on down
 Lords of Funk baby doll we're the talk of the town

 And that's for those that like to cool out
 in the old school, the new school
 whatever school, with all the schools
 Yknahmsayin? We do all that, we can do all that
 But there's one thing I must say before I go
 Rest in peace to my man Jigga G
 Rest in peace to my man Jigga G
 Comin from the immortal words of DJ Kid Capri
 Rest in peace to my man Jigga G
 And rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke
 Rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke
 Sounds so sweet like somebody playin a flute
 Rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke, word up
 And I'm outta here.. c'mon