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Who Put The Junk In Funk ?
Who Put The Junk In Funk ?
out in the street where people meet
byways, highways & walking sideways
got me in a haze to wake to one of those days
flirting the the scene eating my favorite ice cream
but what noise is out brewing
do you all know what you are doing
who put the junk in funk
going to knock you to your socks with blue rocks
tossing and turning
another page is turning
getting beyond the means
seem to be a fiend
walking that New York mile
still you knew all the great while
with flirting faces lost in spaces leaving no traces
at the backyard barbecque your like a dog in heat where people meet
flirting as a buzzard is to a be peeple flee
a good cause to boast as a rib flys out like the holy ghost
party people in the house its the bounce to the ounce
with an hour of power got to take a cold shower
stil I'm on fire being blown up in the fullest desire
we make plans we break plans yet do we give up it all depends
friends put away your funny faces
going to wish you never knew me
even she the one that blew me
what is my destiny the one thing I'm willing to achieve
some of my friends are in cell block nine doing fine
got to know you are special created from a great design
life is a circus filled with clowns
being short changed a chance to rearrange out playing the game
critics want to criticize me while they are off living as they please
search for gold let it unfold got one bun in the oven and the other exposed
walk with me talk with me through duration of time
do you all remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime
in time you would climb as heros soar exposed
yet you say its a waste of time and everything is fine
going to make you into a man when will you ever understand
who put the junk in funk out on the midnight hour the hour of power
hearts will explode out on a different episode
got rhymes that are quick alone with my bitch sipping on my forty near the grill
a shoot to thrill rap has to tell a story of two lovers in love
pushing some things underneath the rug yu need a big hug
many suffer in silence to the extreme another choiced evil scream
the liberals soars to some beckoning heaights yet never thinks twice
all of life to him is but a mystery but he suffers within his dignity
in the light of what we may do today will become evident in all of historys sway
good night said the blind man as he suffers in silence amidst all the violence
powerful perfectionist has now run rampant & is evident
feeling will come but this much I know bust up the beat & increase the tempo
who put the junk in funk or do you want to change the story to wake up morning glory
its a hard thing to adress when the whole of your life is in quite a bit of mess
yet this I must confess stay true to yourself
perhaps you want to put that book right on the shelf
yet who are we to blame when all of society is going insane
everything one day will go up in flames
like a cow that chews on its caddle
like a baby with a new found rattle
just look at the snake and see how it travels
yet I'm feeling loose in my caboose got suckers to please
wine, dine & 69
you behave like everything is fine
still silence is golden just remember you've beed chosen
there's a hero within us all so stand on your feet ten inches to tall
still everyone wants to seek the fame game while playing the blame game to their shame
