Artist: Whodini Album: Back in Black Song: Funky Beat Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Extra extra read all about it! Whodini drops another one in everybody's face And dig it they call this one Grandmaster Dee's "Funky Beat" Funky beat, funky beat... funky beat {*2X*} Funky beat, funky beat... Funky beat [Verse One] Right here and now, I do declare This'll be the new funky beat of the year If you want a funky beat, why not use mine? I be rockin funky beats, all the time!! So now's the time, and this is the chance Cause the next record might not make you dance Cause the funk ain't nothin but a four letter word that's often spelled but seldom heard~! Listen to the bass drum hit the ground! The bass sounds like it weighs at least a pound You heard the jump off it wasn't clear in your eye But tell me the truth, are you that surprised? We make beats, with rhythm, and rhythm with beats Hear my records in the clubs, as well as the streets So to all you emcees, that's lookin for a idol Jalil is my name, master rapper's my ti-ti-ti-title! [Verse Two] This beat here will be served and deserved We'll rock on point, and turn all curves We'll rock every beat with the greatest of ease And if you try and drum roll us.... we'll bob and weave We'll slip and slurk, tear off our shirt just to show what it's like when a rapper's at work So from now until the man who we feel is gonna go rockin on the wheels of steel GRANDMASTER DEE - HIT ME! Funky beat, funky beat... funky beat {*2X*} [Verse Three] Now you heard deejays on the record scratch but how many have you heard bust a rap? My DJ Grandmaster Dee He raps on the mic with Ecstasy and me And when we're at, the party, we turn it out Cause that's what Whodini, is all about I am the rapper that they call Jalil Nestea is the one on the wheels of steel Behind the turntables, one and two Somethin from Whodini, special for you (yo) You (yo) you (yo) you (yo) you (yo) You, you, you, yo Drew! [Verse Four] Yo last Fresh Fest I was rockin "Good Times" This Fresh Fest I'm bustin out rhymes When I'm on the set I take total control I rock your mind, yo' feet, your body, your soul Other deejays may stop and stare But when I'm on the set, I show no fear I rock the beat because it is fresh and the other the deejays know that I am def, def, def, def, yo Ex! [Verse Five] The point we tried to make, is simple On the turntables he's quick and nimble Since he's here we're gonna prove our point Now that Whodini's inside the joint Born and RAISED in the streets of Brooklyn There's three of us, and we're ALL good looking Young ladies hearts, we're sho' to win Just like five plus five we equal ten So easy on the tweeter, heavy on the bass With some help from Master Dee we're gonna rock... my time is up, it's on you Jalil~! [Verse Six] All deejays are created EQUAL To this rap there will be no SEQUEL People like you must understand that all rap groups don't need no band! All we need, in order to achieve is some help from the Master you better believe And you'll get for yourself, and not end self And that's the way, our business is dealt! [Verse Seven] The words we speak are so, explicit We rock from the Atlantic, to the Pacific We're the men with the international beeper But call us at night because our rates are cheaper And his hour is ten, to represent the deejay that'll give you one hundred percent Mo' excitement than a one man band Too good to be great so we call the man Grand-master Dee Ooh-wee! {*11X - fades out*} Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat {*3X*} Funky beat, funky beat Funky beat, funky beat, funky beat {*4X - fades out*}