Funkytown Pros - Def Do Us PartLyrics

You seem hungry-time for your four basic food groups Understand the knowledge, wisdom, plus the damn truth Trapped on the realm bald, the object is survivin' Your realistical leads, day by day I'm dyin' Say I was gone, but rhymin', I didn't do 'em Make sure the coffin is closed, 'cause I be cryin' embalmin' fluid No way it can be, K Born had it planned, see Funkytown will take over the whole damn Planet E The mic's my life, savor the rhymes I write Favor no one, I guess I'm the only one who gave you Lyrics to keep you full, keep your bull I ain't lyin' or strivin' to pull Givin' up because to shut the commercial suckers up Second too late, reckon you hate quarrelin' I'm on tomorrow, man, it's all night, hell up in Harlem And you'll sleep forever, bless you I may Flip the damn down lever 'cause you're full of sin No repentance, your sentenced to eternity I'll keep flamin' 'til you scream, "Stop burnin' me!" I serve your heart, Dev will play his part And, yo, def do us part "The path we have chosen is full of hazards...and one path we shall never choose...the path of surrender." "Funkytown Foundry: Boiwundah, Devastatin', K Born, Freestyle Manslaughter, H2, and Eternity." We can become managers, walkin' through your ear canal When Dev plays your drum, yo, I chill a while Back on a mission, you seem to be all reconditioned But as I climb your cerebrum, it looks like there's somethin' missin' We gotta fix that-Dev, hand me a track Don't get scared, when we take notes, we'll put it back Oh, my gosh-you were brainwashed to act wack Thanks to Funkytown now you're programmed to act Black Save me old label tips, I won't play back on table rims Reincarnate what was really rippled and words from my lips Not a letter, more edit, I read it, I said it, forget it No use of the brain, such a shame, you should be beheaded Laughin' at those who hated my rhymes for being so complicated Scientists are ionized, they don't believe we originated When I'm deceased, I make sure you remember me Dipped in gold label as a statue of Black liberty Rap warrior who didn't leave his life alone A beat, a style, and a microphone Hip-hop: the art, and I play it smart And, yo, def do us part