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Lord jazz cuts and scratches &#39;chief rocka&#39;

Verse one: mr. funke

Boom shaka laka yo here comes the chief rocka
Rock it down so jump up off the tip you&#39;re not my nucca
For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh
Think i won&#39;t curse i&#39;ll break down and say puta
?hey madrigon sesa me bichafi mi chocha?
Say what i want because i&#39;m that type of guy
Now fam a lam i&#39;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&#39;t be the booze
No it&#39;s the shoes (the shoes?) it&#39;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 think i&#39;m the troop, when on the mic?
?i&#39;ll say it, it ain&#39;t the shows kid?
?like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh?
The cat in the hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
&quot;that doesn&#39;t make no sense&quot; c&#39;mon who cares?
See even without the gift there&#39;s yours so don&#39;t be tryin to knock me
I say what i want to say, as long it sounds funk
Some mc&#39;s wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
But they don&#39;t understand, i&#39;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&#39;s-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun?
I&#39;m the lord chief rocka, number one, mr. funke, uhh

lord jazz cuts &#39;the lord chief rocka, number one, chief rocka&#39; 8x

Verse two: doitall

Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, i got the flavors, the funk
Whew and it&#39;s smellin 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&#39;m the, chief rocka, so i guess i am in charge
I freak it with a twist so you&#39;ll boom it in your cars
I&#39;m the, one with the flow and the grip like joe
I snatch, i grab, and then i grab the dough, see if
I was an indian i&#39;d still be the chief
The only other difference i&#39;d smoke weed in a leaf
To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy
Hip-hop, oh no, i don&#39;t wanna go pop
I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
R&b ya see, all that&#39;s cool, but
Hip-hop and rap yeah that&#39;s where my heart&#39;s at
Even back when i used to break on a box
Backspins for backspin, even while i&#39;m rappin
Before i had a record, i always kept em clappin
Freestylin on the block, now i chief rock
I always entertain, by diggin in my crux
My brain, so if it&#39;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&#39;t front

lord jazz cuts &#39;the lord chief rocka, number one chief rocka&#39; 4x

Verse three: doitall, mr. funke

[dia] ay mr. funke
[mrf] whassup?
[dia] can i get assistance?
[mrf] for what?
[dia] for what? yo jazz, flex a cut
Well back is the backer, i&#39;m chillin with my knocker
And if ya got beef, then you can live with jimmy hoffa like
[duo] what goes up, must come down
[dia] but not me clown
I cut em, crack a speaker when i&#39;m pumpin
So jump in, and watch your earrrs start hummin
Through the block, and don&#39;t forget to boom shak shak-a-lak
[mrf] well damn doitall can i rock?
I hear a beat i grab the mic, and then i start this workin
The kids around the way used to think that i was buggin
But they don&#39;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&#39;ll die for the funk
So now what do they say, when i&#39;m walkin up the block?
Boom shaka laka there goes the chief rocka

lord jazz does his thing again until fade

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