Gimme the Funk

(Intro) Chronicles Gimme the funk, gimme the funk Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh Yo bring the drums in Mic check 1 2 1 2 (Hook) Now let me say it one more time Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh (Gimme dat gimme dat) Gimme the funk, gimme the funk, uh (Gimme dat gimme dat) Just gimme the funk, gimme the funk, yeah (just gimme dat gimme dat) All I need is that funk so just give me that funk, uh (Verse 1) Oh you like that, the way the drums clap, you know I does that Kill the rap and the track, these wack rappers won’t make it back You can go to where Satan at Generic tracks gon' fade to black I’m in the sky dropping tracks, better put on your safety cap Pharaoh up in the spot, tryna get my name on the map Stay kicking and spitting it and no I’m never done with that I, give you that feeling you been missing Hoping and wishing that one day you could re-visit, so listen, here it is I’m back up on my grind, keep my eyes on the prize My heartbeat's the metronome, so the rhymes stay on time Time to rise and shine, stop sleeping on the youngin’ Ambition at it’s peak, can’t nobody beat me when I does it My flow so hard, bruh your style is nothing You can’t even go hard, erectile dysfunction All these rappers out here, they got that lyrical impotence Oblivious to the incident, they be sounding like idiots Listen, my intuition predicting that if I keep persisting I will reach the top position and keep it consistent I'll get the cred’ I deserve, I'm turning heads, breaking they necks I’m making em all look So let's take em to the hook like (Hook) x2 (Verse 2) Lemme take it back to basics Lemme just display the basics Strip it back to the rap and the scratch of the turntables Relax and enable, the sonics to enter your mental Let your brain waves bathe in the vibe of the instrumental I was, flipping syllables before I had credentials I was re-writing this history with a Faber-Castell pencil In the back of my pad while the teacher yapping ‘bout math Shoulda told her shut yo trap, I’m tryna write these raps man Back on the track killing these tracks like an assassin Always rap about rapping man coz this rap shit is my passion No compassion for these rappers making tracks with no attraction Only focus on my craftin’, rest of y’all just distractions In this game, I guess it’s my turn to play Rappers got no bars like they outta the service range Man, we don’t wanna hear that weak shit no more You in show business? Bruh you ain't got no business to show All this pressure on my shoulders like I was a back packer Exterminating the population of these wack rappers I'll get the cred I deserve, I'm turning heads, breaking they necks Making em all look Before I take em to the hook, look A picture’s worth a thousand words, my words paint a thousand pictures Anything is possible, my Chronicles about to hit ya Now let me say it one more time (Hook) x4