half a dozen mc's - funky dl lyrics
funky dl
knock knock, h-llo, a 6 foot fellow / i’m never too far from the hood and the ghetto / king of beats, i’m a musical pharaoh / you can call me cl-ssic but i don’t play the cello / got a slick style that the people call mellow / i got punch lines like abbot and costello / who’s on first base? ya’ll know my m. o. / now i got chicks saying “listen to my demo” / there’s something so cute about a women in yellow / call me casanova, bustin’ cherries like morello / italian charm you can call me “angelo” / to die like oth-llo? / question mark, n. o. / a bunch of mc’s and we build like lego / trying to take this rap sh-t to another level / how many mc’s? / “i don’t know, several” / top champions so we bus’ a gold medal
messiahbolical
uh, ah, i’m the illest you’ll ever know / a big deal, syllable centrefold / with a solid gold metal coated de la soul / pellet gun tongue, fire ella fitzgerald notes / while you silicones sell a soul / bars fill like a catapult cantaloupes / vocal chord cannibal calibre / hop aboard hannibal’s acting up / yeah, and the flows so breezy / face looking jermaine jackson greasy / and i’m running a mock all over the beat / n-body wanna compete / n-body f-cking with we / i’m dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year / you’re falling off of the edge, you might as well disappear / and me and dl, cl smooth / so when he helps me out, we help you
pyrelli
they say “it’s a cold world” so supply your own heat / i’m that fire guy delivering pyro-techniques on a beat / damaging any mc in every area each / blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, i bury your dreams / while the jazzy blackcurrent keep the scene so serene / leave stains on your screen, i’m stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope / huh’, rolling up my sleeves, flick the collar on my coat / coming live from the streets, i holler the dollar quotes / talking bout life and trying to cope / feeling like a successful bloke / keeping the flow so ever so dope is how i turn fans to fiends / with g’ code of conduct lyrically, scriptures written calligraphy / i’m up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility / hanging haters for mimickery, drown em’ in my celebrity / i tap dance on your facade, gangster ch-r-ography / consider this my policy, follow me as i topple trees / chillin’ in the comfort zone, the place you got to be
dukus alemay
you should stay put if you’re gonna fight me / just like facebook, you can only like me / so you go back on your own word / looking all dumb so you may look like you un-liked me / way too many who hate / too many fakes need to see the dentist, they toothache / say they move weight when they knew they wasn’t even nowhere near the level of a true great / true say they’re confused with delusion / at the red light not moving, snoozing / they think it’s magic, i know it’s illusion / cos i made em’ think they’re winning when they’re losing / i’m living like the world’s gonna end tomorrow / so if you follow me there’s gonna be sorrow / cos the path is treacherous and i won’t ever rest til’ i reach the top of everest / so you should never test me /
sus
i’m trying to get doe, stack til’ it grows mould / big d-ck swinging in a room, trojan flow / so i go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow / i’mma h-m-phobe in a room of -ssholes / so i stone cold stun em’ on the throat, kimbo to the nose, face, riddled them with lumps / don’t call the po-po / i act like grown folk / beat you with a belt i sent you out for / oust you outlaws, underground to outdoors, stay in your house more / cos i ain’t inna’ that chitty chat silly cr-p, simple home run face kissing on a her back / “blaow!!, best you behave / see me in a rave, don’t say my name / you’ve got no heat, sh-t! / you’re more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade
ricko capito
hey yo’ funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat / b-ss will make em’ fall of the wall like humpty / latecomers don’t need to wear no dunce c.a.p. in the corner just get comfy / get to know me, i’m a nice brother / just like a hot knife and the beats like b-tter / i move to every beat like “shut up!” / you’re about to die and meet your maker for touch ups / prs will have my bank account buffed up / the queens heads got me sprung, i’m loved up / yeah, i just thought that i’d share that / i breed flows when i tear tracks bareback / wait, my lowest level is a million / and your highest level is ten so you ain’t near that / r.i.c.k.o. that’s ricko c.a.p. line dot t. o
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