Forget what people say

Forget what record companies and other people

Who think they know what's going on say you must do to be successful

Do what that voice in your head tells you to do











Shhh...

Now everybody listen up, check one-two

(Do what you gotta do)

I'm flowin like the Mississippi river

Contain more proteine than grade-a liver

You said I'm a so-so, yo, so sit back

You threw up your joints and I went whip-whap-

Whip, yeah, now you got a big lip

Damn, I wonder why some brothers flip

Like pancakes, extendin false handshakes

And plastic smiles and all the while

The Master has to cast the vote

And that's guilty, yo, that's the verdict, you heard it

Yo Diamond, are you there? (Y-) (Y-) (You know it)

Yeah, now it's time to show it

Cause everything's in order and it's showtime

I get involved with the crowd cause I can hold mine

Like a sailor sittin at a bar

Low and behold, catch a risin star

The Ultimate Force, the talk of the industry

I'm low-key, I keep my shit (? indiscrete?)

I might laugh and joke a lot

Don't sleep, gee, I knock a rapper out the box

Like skelsy, you'll say, "Well hell he's

Kinda swift with the gift I must admit"

These are the ingredients for another hit





(Make it funky)

(Make it funky)



(Make it funky)

(Make it funky)





Spending hours with Diamond lookin for loops

(Yo Rob, how's this?) The question is moot

So, excuse me as I kiss the sky

I'm straight up and down like Bed-Stuy

The track is like crack, the rush is intense

Expandin and gettin dense

To the point where I can sit back and say

I wouldn't have it any other way, okay?

Let's get somethin straight, I get papes

Hear my joint on a Kid Capri tape

In a Benz, a Beamer, or a limo

Huh, you can hear my demo

Boomin like a Dapper Dan suit

Everything's for real, I could never be a fluke

I hold my head and stay well fed

Don't try to get fat because that shit is dead

Like a battery that's three months old

Me and Diamond are on the road

To the riches, that's where everything switches

Brothers stop spreadin rumors like little bitches

About my crew, and get a forty

Gettin naughty, tell your boys that you saw me

Catchin wreck I collect respect

On stage, vinyl, CD or cassette

Extremely legit

These are the ingredients for another hit





(Make it funky)



(Make it funky)

(Make it funky)





Ultimate productions, Ultimate lyrics

An Ultimate combination to make you feel it

You might say to yourself, yeah, they can better it

But you can save that kiddiegarten rhetoric

Patience is a virtue

And I can go the whole nine yards just like Herschel

Walker, cause I'm a night stalker

I got my own, I could never be a hawker

Yeah, now that's the ticket

I'm gettin funky like Wilson Pickett

James Brown and Rufus Thomas

I captivate the crowd, that's a promise

It doesn't matter where I go

New York, L.A., Detroit or Chicago

And overseas promoters say, "Please come back"

Because I got it like that

So remember the Force is Ultimate

These are the ingredients for another hit





(Make it funky)



(Make it funky)

(Make it funky)