The year is 1971. Now comes the first of the children of Roton.
 Lords of the Underground witness the brith of the funky child
 Doitall  hit 'em!

 [Doitall]
 Born with the funk from the womb of Brenda
 See I likes the Lords but you used to dig The Spinners
 First with the style from the birth canal
 And now I got the flav to make the crowd go wild
 Do dig it (screams) Ooh watch me kick it
 I'm taking no shorts unless this ?girl from my midget?
 I packs the piece more than chicken packed grease
 I'm nearly knocking boots, but if not I'll knock teeth
 Wahh! Gaga, ooh cries the baby
 Smacked on the ass now the Doitall's crazy
 No rattles or playpens, the crowds what I'm rapping
 And yes I do Reruns, as if this boy was happening
 Now January 14th has birthed the funk one
 The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
 I got you bobbing to the funky style
 K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child

 [K-Def]
 Yeah, born in the underground of Newark, now witness the birth of Mr. Funkee

 [Mr. Funkee]
 The fifth of the terror, it's the return of Funky Kreuger
 A.K. Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
 Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
 The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
 Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack is back
 Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that
 You can work kid you know, you could practice all your life
 But I still take the show and then I go home with the wife
 Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercy
 I hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
 Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do
 Make you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?) Uncle (Who?)
 When I was younger I used to sing with my sister
 Now I kick the ill styles you have to call me mister
 Cooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwild
 Raised in the ways of the funky child

 (Funky child) (Funky funky style) (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)

 [Doitall]
 Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler
 We're hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
 I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
 Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them
 K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
 Marley's on the mix and now the Lords have a hit like POW!
 Now it's time to get buckwild
 And watch my funky brothers freak the underground
 In a second, or minute, in no times flat
 (Flatline noise) Bring it back
 And go grab the album to give the Lords money
 Take it home to mom to say "Ain't they funky?"

 [Mr. Funkee]
 We gone psycho and everbody thought they did was styles
 They didn't affect me, I said "So what?" I kept on writing rhymes
 I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my flow
 I fear no man, cause if it's on fool, then it's on (And it's on)
 Don't worry not for other crews selling out
 As long as Lords of the Underground stay underground
 The brothers of LOTUG will keep the lyrical fitness
 Don't worry about me selling out, mind your business
 You might say "Damn, Mr. Funkee's throwing out"
 But if you listen to the words then you'll know what I'm about
 Any props you receive are the props that you earn
 I'm off till the funky child returns