Funk Rags

[Chorus] [x2] Oh, you started up somewhere You gotta remember Yo, i miss when cats used to rap sorta cheesy Didn't stress out, we could all take it easy Didn't shoot Glocks, no beefs with 2Pac Just struttin' down the street with a crew and a boom box And played it, breakin' in the afternoon sun Created fresh sounds out of records that they spun And a new movement was begun No need to get faded, we just do it for the fun Now the style's updated Been shaping it a ton while I tape it And now I feel I might have really made it But you know it's never done An emcee's work is lifelong Speaking from the heart, making art through tight songs Peace to the peeps who get it twisted - python! Look, i just do it for the love! Come on! [Chorus] Aww, here's a little story about a little boy Never very quiet, he was always making noise Tapping on the piano, and playing with his voice Didn't have drums so he'd be banging on his toys Rhythmic and jittery like all of the time Just 3 years old and he started to rhyme Learned new words and added them to his verse Poor mom and dad never stopped him when he'd rehearse Long car rides sitting in the backseat Getting these rhymes worked out like an athlete And at the start, well they didn't sound that sweet But pre-school freestyles? that's a mad feat And it continued, he kept on practicing Rhymed through his whole vocab and back again Everyone kinda thought this kid was strange Well it was obviously me and not too much has changed Cause... [Chorus]