From Da Bricks

(album: Here Come The Lords - 1993)

[Mr. Funkee:]
That's right I'm talking bout The Bricks
The land where the rebels rock afros and bald heads
And staying crazy paid comes natural
Time to buckwild wild like the Dirty Dozen
(Funky brothers in the house!)
Oh yeah, I brought my cousin
Jam-C
That's right we're living larger than the humans
So come on, join the funk family reunion
I'm straight from Newark, New Jersey but go where ever I go
I know
I'm knocking niggas out like Ivan Drago
I like to spread the funk around the block where I stay on
That's why it stinks around Bergen and Avon
See once I grab the mic, guaranteed satisfaction
Make you wanna scream, "Heehee", like Michael Jackson
I'm blessed by the funkafied child
(Yo funkee kick your style!)
Yo hold up, wait, not now
I like the way the skunk smell, I like to freak the funk realm
Any rapper think he's taking mine, he's drunk as hell
So check the funky horn cause I got it going on
Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, let me rock it Chaka Khan
Yo this is dedicated to the punks talking about they from the underground
Come on now how that sound?
You see, I don't give a damn if you're underground or (Not!)
I hit hard like a (Rock!)
Then start handing out the (Knots!)
So if you got beef come to The Bricks cause you ain't doing shit here
I'll be outside when you get there

[Redman "Hardcore":]
"Coming live from The Bricks"
"From Newark, New Jersey"

[Jam-C:]
Capital Jam, Capital C
The funk flow, the one who can rock on an earthquake and still flow
Some say I'm dope, some say I'm phenomenal
If rap was sex I'd stick a rhyme in and out of you
(Straight from the bricks!)
I kick the predicates and pronoun
Jam and Bree, with the Lords Of The Underground
This is my jungle you won't enter, (Why?!)
Lions and tigers and bears oh my
(Praise the lord!)
Can I can I get an amen
He opened the door, that's when Jam-C came in
Bringing the shit like interjections used today
Like, "Yikes" "Shock" "Scared" "Heavy" ("Hey! ")
I'm black watch, with a leather band, not X-Clan
I'm bringing the wind and tearing shit like Rodan
I'm not into wrestling but I headline any sound with twelve techniques
I proceed to break it down

[Redman "Hardcore":]
"Coming live from The Bricks"
"From Newark, New Jersey"

[Doitall:]
Well I step through The Bricks on the streets of concrete
Pounding on the pavement as my speech freaks my statements
Pouring on the block where I used to tick and pop
Now I'm all hooked in this stuff called (Hip Hop!)
The flow I kick is wicked, so please don't try to dig it
I might give a little, but only take a smidgen
My style is kinda different
I freak it with the gift and
You'll only freak the style if you live in The Bricks and
Born
Born and raised since I was little
I now freak a rhyme but used to freak a riddle like:
What has legs and uh, what has arms?
And who has skills to freak it in a song?
Well um, ding dong, X marks the spot cause it's me hops
I now freak the style from my Newark, NJ spot
Mr. Funkee
(What?!)
Jam
(What?!)
Can I kick my shit?
(You kick it in her butt!)
Well um, God damn, now the shits on my Timberlands
I stepped in the funk cause I kicked it in her can
Like, eww, nasty, stinky, smelly
Now I'm on the way and I'm stomping on your belly
South Orange Ave is in the house
(Uhh!)
Avon Ave is in the house
(Uhh!)
Hawthorne Ave is in the house
(Uhh!)
Clint Street is in the house
(Uhh!)
And The Bully is in the house
(Uhh!)
Clinton Ave is in the house
I got a hoodie
Black is the color when I'm stomping
So Marley keep it pumping and I'mma keep it bumping
With the hit
In the mix, from The House Of Hits
And don't forget
(We coming live from the bricks!)

[Redman "Hardcore":]
"Coming live from The Bricks"
"From Newark, New Jersey"