(feat. Akinyele And Sadat X)



[Funkmaster Flex]



YouknowhatI'msayin?  60 Minutes of Funk

Akinyele, Sadat X UHHHH!



[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!

Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy

[Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!

Mix tape flavor!

[Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover!

[Akinyele] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!



[Sadat X] I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy

Ask some kids around your neighborhood block

I be seen...



YouknowhatI'msayin?  60 Minutes of Funk

Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!

[Akinyele] Money is the swee...

YouknowhatI'msayin?  60 Minutes of Funk

Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!

[Akinyele] Money is the swee...

YouknowhatI'msayin?  60 Minutes of Funk

Akinyele, Sadat X, UHHHH!

[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!

Funkmaster Flex hittin you with Volume 1 boy

[Sadat X] Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!

Mix tape flavor!

[Sadat X] I be the wild/Money is the sweetest hangover!

[Akinyele] I be the wild/Aiyyo I don't wanna get over!



[Sadat X]

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style

I be the wild cowboy got a lot of style boy

Ask the kids neighbor-neighborhood block

Hangin-hangin out so-so mindin-mindin the fat spots-spots

Slams to Aves-Aves on the fat tip [Flex rewinds]

Arms is time, with the mud for the Scud

Like Mario Elli jumps out from the G line

Baby won't you be mine, baby won't you be mine



[Akinyele]

I'm flippin up like an addict kickin realism

Yes insane like Sadaam on the television

flippin fat terrorism, yo, Akinyele, this is him

You probably hear my rhythms through the, tunnels of prison

Listen word to the coffins of Yusef Hawkins

Rappers be rappin rough talkin

But I be clappin guns that be blockin

To make they ass step like a WalkMan

You don't, stand a chance against, Mr. Magnificent

Cause ever since the days of British Walkers

A sole street talker, New Yorker

Wailing on your ass like like Parker

Delivering rhymes/lines like Ceasearian

Coming from the gut, here to cut you motherfuckers up

My style as sharp as a MACHETE

Shredding rappers like SPAGHETTI

Your crew better jump back in the oven

cause them niggaz ain't READY

to deal with crooks

Even a shark could get his jaws took, from a right hook

Cause I tap more Chins than the Chinese phonebooks



[Sadat X] If there's a cure for being rich

[Akinyele] I don't want it, I don't want it

[Akinyele] Aiyyo, and if there's a cure for being broke

[Sadat X] Nigga I need it, and I need it



[Sadat X]

Hey life to me is no Popcorn Love

Better saddle up this year with two gloves

Home, home to me's the range

Where the deers and the chickenheads get slayed

Brand Nubian could never be played, wild cowboy

cartel, Brand Nubian I love it well

Put on intent to sell, but the Gods can't be large

in the Nubian name, I been in the game

And remain with the fame, and remained the same

Hey your man's comin home from jail in a month

He's the big diesel nigga, I'm the mid-size nigga

If you don't want it to happen, put his pictures back

up on the wall, because I'm not the homewrecker see

kicked in the movies, with his Kool-Aid lookin thirst

But they ain't makin moves cause they know honey

been drinkin in bars ridin around in cars

Fried chicken never tasted so good, recipes from

the Colonel's steamy chicken box

Make the temperature sweat, and keep your tight skirt wet



[Funkmaster Flex]

60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 1

Big shout to the Flip Squad



[Akinyele] So if there's a cure for being rich

[Sadat X]  I don't want it, I don't want it

[Akinyele] Aiyyo and if there's a cure for being broke

[Sadat X]  Nigga I need it, and I need it



[Akineyle]

Aiyyo, niggaz on my dick

Cause I stay dropping jewels like the incarcerated version of Slick Rick

There's no question I'll, damage a professional

Cause I'm a big child, in this profession

Scatchin and itchin to set it, like a yeast infection

Big up to agreement rappers, don't know the half

Movin like moonwalkers with your backwards ass

I'm too fast, for those who procrastinate

Goin bananas like gorillas from the Planet of the Apes

To play it safe, you punks better wear capes

You can't escape, when I'm on your fire escape

hangin your ass out the window like drapes

You want beef I bring steak bust your motherfucking chop

It's the Ak, straight up and down, like six o'clock

I'm amped like watts with a fo'-fo' that go

Hit that toe and shot, cause word to Sadat

X marks the spot when it's time to get hot



[Sadat X] Money is the sweetest hangover!

[Funkmaster Flex]

You know what I'm saying, 60 Minutes of Funk

[Akinyele] I said I don't wanna get over!

Funkmaster Flex Mix Tape flavor, Volume 1 boy!

[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!

Big shout to my man Akinyele

[Sadat X]  Hey I don't wanna get over!

Big shout to Sadat X, Queens style buckwild

[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!

you know how I do!

[Sadat X]  Hey I don't wanna get over!

Big shout to my man Michelob rippin shit in Doo-Doo-Wop Projects

[Akinyele] Money is the sweetest hangover!

Boogie Down Bronx till we die yo!

[Sadat X and Akinyele] I said money is the sweetest hangover!



[Funkmaster Flex cuts up DJ Kool's "20 Minute workout" as the song ends]