Verse One: Mr. Funke
 Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka
 Rock it down  so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca
 For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh
 Think I won't curse  I'll break down and say puta
 ?Hey  madrigon  sesa me bichafi mi chocha?
 Say what I want because  I'm that type of guy
 Now fam a lam  I'll be damned, slam jams the weak
 Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?
 Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze
 No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes!
 Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
 so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock
 ?To think I'm the troop, when on the mic?
 ?I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid?
 ?Like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh!?
 The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
 "That doesn't make no sense!" C'mon who cares?
 See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin to knock me
 I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk
 Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
 But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin man
 I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down
 Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown
 Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun?
 I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke, uhh

 *Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka' 8X*

 Verse Two: DoItAll

 Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk
 Whew! And it's smellin up the hip-hop
 A little bit of this, a little bit of that
 Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap
 I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge
 I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars
 I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe
 I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if
 I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief
 The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf
 To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy
 hip-hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop!
 I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
 R&B ya see, all that's cool, but
 hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at
 Even back when I used to break on a box
 Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin
 Before I had a record, I always kept em clappin
 Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock
 I always entertain, by diggin in my crux
 My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain
 I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain
 Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump
 And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front

 *Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka' 4X*

 Verse Three: DoItAll, Mr. Funke

 [DIA] Ay Mr. Funke
 [MrF] Whassup?
 [DIA] Can I get assistance?
 [MrF] For what?
 [DIA] For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut
 Well back is the backer, I'm chillin with my knocker
 And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
 [duo] what goes up, must come down
 [DIA] But not me clown
 I cut em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin
 So jump in, and watch your earrrs start hummin
 through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak
 [MrF] Well damn DoItAll can I rock?
 I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin
 The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin
 But they don't understand how I feel about the funk
 I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
 I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
 I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
 So now what do they say, when I'm walkin up the block?
 Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka

 *Lord Jazz does his thing again until fade