… I’m a funky one, words come natural,
On the mic theatrical, hot, actually cool,
… I’m a funky one, words come easy,
To me, flipping it, everything is bull-feazy (ble-feasi),
Tasty and greasy, I’m glad when crap leaves me,
Beats flying round like the groove is trap-eeze,
… Bars to bars, I hold it down like tar,
Words travel far, from here to where you are,
… Let’s get loose with this, it’s how I choose to spit,
Fighting evils, like how Bruce Wayne would get,
… Nasty, contraptions in action,
I only have a mic and turntable by the back end,
Behind me, finding, a wake of joy,
And if you’re just playing with the mic, I’ll take your toy,
Boy, don’t get me started, park it,
This hits harder than the ending in Departed.
… But I don’t smell rats, I smell facts,
I got you like a bear trap, you’re covered like you wear caps,
And hats and stuff, I like to rap it rough,
On point like a laser, it’s exact enough,
… Do you feel it? Biters want to steal it,
But trust me, house always wins, it’s how I deal it,
… I’m a funky one, words come to me,
Born 1-9-7-5, I’m qualified groovy.

And I’m groovy

… I’m a tell you bout this person I know,
And how they’re telling me how up you have to grow,
… And how there’s so much you don’t know,
And why you won’t show up, and honestly why you can’t flow,
… I feel like doing a chant so, I can’t slow,
But fast, I would if I knew how the chant goes,
… I can talk a good game if I need to,
Say I’m all nice when I rhyme, though it’s see through,
Be cool, be true, even in bad flows,
Even in good times, you’re followed by your shadow,
The shadow, the dark, the heart rides,
Up and down, like the coaster on the ride to the pharcyde.
Let’s keep it rolling…