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Artist: Five Fingers of Funk
Album:  Slap Me Five
Song:   Funky 97
                                      
                Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack
                  Pump the real rap false crap to the back
           I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school
                      Gave you what all others lacked
                                      
               Integrity contained in the grain of the lines
                 Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes
         Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die
                  But it lifted and strengthened the mind
                                      
       Now the nineties are here so have fear it's getting washed out
                All the original vibes are being tossed out
              Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats
              These companies are weak their songs incomplete
                                      
          They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it
           Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it
               Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme
                 Not an M.C. 'cause an M.C. knows the time
                                      
              Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast
               They try to boast that their style is so dope
            But it won't last a round when the real sound macks
                 "For all the pioneers I'm going way back"
                                      
                         Go back... to the Funky 97
                                      
                 Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one
                   I wake around noon I squint at the sun
                Consider all my chores each day I catch more
               Throw on my drawers before I get the job done
                                      
                     I step out the apt. without delay
                   Walkman pumping "It's a brand new day"
            I'm gonna meet the keen-one when suddenly I see some
                  Ducks in a truck playing "Ice Ice Babe"
                                      
               Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended
            I guess I must admit that at the shit I was offended
             They proceeded to park stepped in the minute-mart
              I thought to myself "The situation is splendid"
                                      
                I stepped up to it and began to analyze the
                Scene in green I tagged my name "Pete Miser"
      Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I'm flipping
               The pilot in my pocket is my duty to advise a
                                      
                    Bandwagon buster not to dis hip hop
          The shit they hit it makes me wonder how they get props
             As if you didn't know it takes the skills to flow
          Go back to the lab 'cause if you step you'll get dropped
                                      
                         Go back... to the Funky 97
                                      
                Go back to that rack of wax and two twelves
          'Cause back then we'd rap when caps sent the braincells
                 Flying toys dying many punks sunk denying
      Their fronting ain't it something fluffing nothings still trying
                                      
              To come off but the drums lost their weak minds
         I cultivate a great state of thought caught between lines
                 These toys nowadays employ the sound waves
            To get paid and laid but still played the proud ways
                                      
              Don't understand the plan the man or my reasons
            Wack rhyme's a crime and I'm trying you for treason
          You're a goner if I catch you on a corner in a freestyle
        But I never will you lack skills that's why you're on trial
                                      
              Go back to the basics or face it your fake shit
              Wastes airspace it's a disgrace when you make it
               If it don't sell well tell me would you do it?
              If not then hot shot you'd better not pursue it
                                      
                         Go back... to the Funky 97