Everything is Fine

[Hook: George Clinton] Please! Relax! Cause everything is fine Don't freak out (or we will judge?) your mind We are here to stimulate the rhyme Please! Relax! Cause everything is fine [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] Y'all all fall appalled and mauled - never stalled On and on beyond songs peons long to bring on Long winded aboard entering our yard Y'all all look small and frivolous Damn near nonexistent at all All your songs belong in a Porcelain pond (underneath me?) Pom! Pom! What're we on? Some other beyond The champions Rugged and strong we gunning for y'all Comin' evolved youngin' Awesome with no flaws in it Sar-stunned (and a long-winded this?) The authentic, raw vintage Take my temperature hot into the dark Up into the art the thick and hard senses performer Omnipotent (law?) penmanship (partalker?) for this shit Lost up in the (gaunt authentic ship?) George would do when he was bit in the August (fought like a dog that was a tom?) and All the militant diligent (innocents?) involved Extending my sentiment synonyms Getting it from the wrong lyricists I'm killing the ignorants I'm giving you more To fear and I'm delivering venom right into your paws [Hook] [Verse 2: Lyrics Born] The father of funk with the heir apparent I'm the Godson of the funk ain't nobody parallelin' I'm a ball of sweet sticky chunk like a caramel and So saucy of the skunk - Cheech Marinera Y'all ca't be serious, I'm a top ten lyricist Tip-top of the pyramids, y'all down with the villagers Don't sass your superior, shit runs downhill I'm highly decorated, y'all decorate interiors Apparently y'all ain't get the memo So let me very clearly illustrate the penalty For insultin' the sultan of funk and function I'm hostin' a function I don't let you bums in Posted I'm (drunk in my palms?) with the drums in Don't know my lines I just know when to come in Y'all obviously don't have the type of following it requires to dominate this properly By now I got a monopoly This is a place of peace and privacy I'm a monk of the funk, this is my monastery Peace, relax, cause everything is fine [Hook] [Verse 3: Lateef the Truthspeaker] First - cut the drama One thing you don't want's some whinin' mama I'mma warn you not to take this any farther Unless you wanna bear and witness to the trauma Inflicted by the obit authors Ask the doctors Stressing it can lead to smoking Camels cigarettes unfiltered to the coffin My advice, stop your jaw from moving Stop the java Try a little lavender, kava kava, marijuana This'll be your prescription Play it for your pharmacist and switch your addiction Whatever it takes to get you calm or be funky I go all war on you and start to bomb you Give up the mic, become a farmer The way you're on my dick, thought you could be a snake charmer But I only play for the team that go for bombshells, pal And in addition to rocking this mike I'm an MC embalmer The working hands are calm and arms longer That's what I strangle you with, mangle your neck Dangerous, with the one-two check I think you'd better respect this psycho's veteran sweat When you start spittin' your best to clear the stage and your desk We mopping all of your mess with the cleanness and freshness Lyricism suggested as a method for resuscitation All across the nation, play us if you're losing patience [Hook]