Funkadelic Relic

(album: 14 Shots To The Dome - 1993)

Yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

James Todd Smith when nine years old
When 'Sugarhill' was in control
I'm listening to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
I set my demo in a Silvia treated me cold
Time flew cause I was getting my shit off
Sixteen now, it's about the time to set my first hit off

'I Need A Beat', it was a smash on the DL
But every time I did a show my name was misspelled
'Can't Live Without My Radio' drops
I'm kicking down the door-crushed cool box
'Rocking the bells' like a madman dissing me
Event-flipping the script-but then I made my first 50 grand

All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm making records, now all of the girls are on my tip
I'm sleeping late, no money damn, I'm late for school, shit

Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage

And it's the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
And it's the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
It's the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

I wasn't trying to hear it cause I'm bad
When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad
I need love, that means I need a girl to love me down
I dropped the pretty style cause rap was getting ugly
I waited a year for the results, I'm triple platinum
We know the presidents are flowing by who's sacking 'em

I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippling 'em up, that was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavor
Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
Putting out 'til the break of dawn', tell me what sucker?
Cops harass me illegal search motherfucker

I'm just a brother making jams now I got a name
I still remember chilling with my pistol on the train
I'm saying two to this I'm representing hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, it's time for me to get my props

Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
Come on man

Mama said to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're slopping up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meeting by myself
When all the punks on top of everybody else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm making history
The largest motherfucking street, that ain't no mystery
The baddest rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it
Thought I was going back to Cali' where I knew I wasn't

I sent a 'Murder Gram', solo in a black van
I'm claiming knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
'Mr. Goodbar' licking all the rough stuff
I'm kicking down your door with condoms in a rudder-put
You wanna find me come to Farmers Boulevard
And you can hear me, eat 'em up, just ask for Todd

Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk
Bring in the funk

Bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk
Bring in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it