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Common - Food For Funk

Common:
What Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo
You Say A One For The Trouble Two For The Time
Check It Yo
Come On Y'all Let's Rock That Uh
(i Can Feel The Funk)(x4)
Check It

I Come To Grips With Mics
I Come To Grips That A Lot Of Mic Users Is Dikes
I Come To Grips With The Likes Of Fred Hampton
Cold So I'm Lampin With No Need For Spotlight
When I Got Light Like An Intersection, You Talk
But You Came To My Town With Protection
Election Year, Had The Block Hot
I Scream "fuck The World" For Having A Baby Girl Sorta Cock Block
With My Crew, I Click Like Simply, Stand Midi With Reality
I Write Rhymes Like I Come From The Windy City
Casually, I Walk Through These War Games
If That's The Way Your Sex Drives, Stay In Your Lane
Some Claim Say But Then They Take On Whore Names
If You're A Man, I Can't Tell Like If The Door Rang Now

Now, To The Ladies In The House When You Come In The Place
Chorus:
It Ain't A Bunch Of Niggaz All Up In Your Face
The Music Is Thumpin And You're Feelin The Bass
To The Brothas When You Come In A Jam, It Ain't A Bunch Of Niggaz
What You Wanna Do Girl(wanna Shout)
It Ain't High Tech And Ain't Got Free Liquor
You Jackin His Name And Stick To Make You Jones Get Thicker
What You Wanna Do Man?(let Go)
Yo, Check It

Some Niggaz Be On The Mic, Sounding Like Dikes
Allow Me To Get On And Bust Like Spike(uh)
Lee, I'm In The Majors With No Rotation
Through Stations Of Bullshit, I See Through Like A Pager
Street Astrologists Interpret Point Stars And Half Moons
In The Age Of Aquarius, Various Things
Is Gonna Carry Us In Intellect And What Have You
Then End Up On Garages Or Walls In Bathrooms
Every Black Moon, A Rap Tune Move Me
The Rap Sun, I Rain More Than Rudy, That Unruly Shit Is Played
It Don't Stop
It's Time To Get It, Get It Made
I Want A Crib From The Ground Up, Rooms Spin At A Round Pace
I Got My Mind Made Up Like Foxy Brown's Face
Linkin With Cats, Who Don't React To Change In The Years
I Know How The Underground Tastes
Get Down Based On True Story, Through Corey, Came Close To The Teachers
Colder As The Iceman, Posted Before It Start Wrinklin
Fulfill Prophesies In Rooms Full Of Emptiness, Now

Chorus:

I Can Feel The Funk(x8)
Yo, Check It, Check It
I Came Through The Corridor, With The Aura

Raw Chicago Mora, Scope The Horror
Read Between The Lines And Know The Border
Waitin For You Big Willie Niggaz To Have A Show At The Crib
Some Pop Wines For Juice, I Wait In The Water
We Gon Get With Your Glamour, Long As We Know Where It Is
Tell You Ain't A Player By Your Sweater Doused With Wack Feather
I Rap Better Than You, You, Or Maybe Him
The Crib Got The Gangsta Playa Shit Patent Like Black Leather
But I Am Like A Tree And Every Lyric Is A Timb
Some Be So High, They Believe They Fly Like R. Kelly
But Then They Fall Off, Dusted Niggaz Is Gettin Sawed Off
Spilled Brews And Greasy Foods Got My Car Smelly
I Kick Ass
They Fall Soft, My Mental Lift Is For Me To Haul Off

Chorus:
(scratching)
I Can Feel The Funk(x16)(makes Me Wanna Shout, Wanna Shout)(x4)
(scratching)wanna Shout

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