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Lords Of The Underground

Chief Rocka

 

Chief Rocka

(álbum: Here Come The Lords - 1993)


[Mr. Funkee:]
Boom shaka laka, yo, here comes the Chief Rocka
Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca
For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh
Think I won't curse, I'll break down and say puta
Hey, madrigon, sesa me bichafi mi chocha
Say what I want because, I'm that type of guy
Now fam-a-lam, I'll be damned, slam jams the weak
Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?
Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze
No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes!
Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
So I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock
To tell you the truth, when on the mic
I'll say anything that sounds good
Like "drum pan, a drum pan sound over some uuuuh"
The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
"That doesn't make no sense!"
C'mon who cares?
See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin to knock me
I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funky
Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
But they don't understand
I'm the motherfuckin man
I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down
Smack a group of them around
Let them know who wears the crown
Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun
I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funkee

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka [x8]

[DoItAll:]
Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the fragrance, the funk
Whew and it's smelling up the hip-hop
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap
I'm the, Chief Rocka so I guess I am in charge
I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars
I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe
I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough
See, if I was an Indian I'd still be the chief
The only other difference-I'd smoke weed in a leaf
To the hip, the hop, to the hibby, to the hibbidy
Hip-hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop
I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
R&B, ya see, all that's cool
But hip-hop and rap, yeah, that's where my heart's at
Even back when I used to break on a box
Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rapping
Before I had a record, I always kept 'em clapping
Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock
I always entertain, by digging in my crux
My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain
I spook you with the hit
Make you jump like House of Pain
Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump
And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka [x4]

[DoItAll:] Ay Mr. Funkee
[Mr. Funkee:] Whassup?
[DoItAll:] Can I get assistance?
[Mr. Funkee:] For what?
[DoItAll:]
For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut
Well back is the backer, I'm chilling with my nucca
And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
[DoItAll & Mr. Funkee:] What goes up, must come down
[DoItAll:]
But not me clown
I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm pumping
So jump in, and watch your ears start humming
Through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak

[Mr. Funkee:]
Well damn DoItAll can I rock?
I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this working
The kids around the way used to think that I was bugging
But they don't understand how I feel about the funk
I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
So now what do they say, when I'm walkin up the block
Boom-shaka-laka there goes the Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka...

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