The Funk

(HOOK) It's the funk that makes your feet move in the rave That and the fact that the sub is whopping out the bass It's the funk that makes you put your hands up high Reaching for your lighter, now we're heating up the vibe It's the funk that makes you want to move To any beat Maksim's blessing on youtube It's the funk that got me where I am now Knee deep in the game, screaming like James Brown (VERSE 1) It's the funk that makes your knees jump higher Than the breeze through the trees Like fire underneath ya Making ya jump with no time for a breather Get yourself up in the rave and hype it till you're looking meaner Might just have to psych it on the mic before i bleed ya Now plaster up that nasty cut before i feed ya With the venomous flow that might just severe your throat So you're remains are getting soaked up a and drained by the cleaner Fuck it man I'm always on getting lean up Roll the reef up till i cough my lungs out And they start to bleed up shit This ain't what i need 'cos I need beats that are gonna release the free funk flow That'll roll up on your speakers, please believe us Maksim and Retrospect bring the funk flex that'll have your tongues wet cos your Drooling at the prospect of bouncing in your sneakers (HOOK) It's the funk that makes your feet move in the rave That and the fact that the sub is whopping out the bass It's the funk that makes you put your hands up high Reaching for your lighter, now we're heating up the vibe It's the funk that makes you want to move To any beat Maksim's blessing on youtube It's the funk that got me where I am now Knee deep in the game, screaming like James Brown (VERSE 2) It's the funk that makes you wanna come and step to this So ladies go on shake your junk and tell em what the record is It's the funk it makes you bounce harder in the rave Much harder than your father when he's skankin out to bass Throw the track right up, 'cos I'm here to bite ya Working on the mic just like a viper with a hyper tongue I just write to beats and when the track and all the writings done We release the heat so you can beat your feet just like a drum Step right then left keep it bouncing Bun so many zoots nowadays i've stopped counting But i know it's up to me to cut that shit before i bleed From inside to out then i know you'll see a better me Still i got the funk, but somehow i got the remedy To make myself believe that i can spit without the energy The high grade gives me, makes me feel giggly But the funk puts me in the zone like HIT ME