Chief Rocka — текст песни (Lords of the Underground)

{*Lord Jazz cuts and scratches `Chief Rocka`*}

[Verse One: Mr. Funke]
Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka
Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you`re not my nucca
For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh
Think I won`t curse, I`ll break down and say puta
?Hey, madrigon, sesa me bichafi mi chocha?
Say what I want because, I`m that type of guy
Now fam-a-lam, I`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`t be the booze
No it`s the shoes (the shoes?) It`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 tell you the truth, when on the mic
I`ll say anything that sounds good
Like jump and a grump and sound over some uhhh!?
The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
That doesn`t make no sense! C`mon who cares?
See even without the gift there`s yours so don`t be tryin to knock me
I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk
Some MC`s wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
But they don`t understand, I`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`s-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun?
I`m the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke, uhh

{*Lord Jazz cuts `The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka` 8X*}

[Verse Two: DoItAll]
Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk
Whew! And it`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`m the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge
I freak it with a twist so you`ll boom it in your cars
I`m the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe
I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if
I was an Indian I`d still be the Chief
The only other difference I`d smoke weed in a leaf
To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy
hip-hop, oh no, I don`t wanna go pop!
I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
R&B ya see, all that`s cool, but
hip-hop and rap yeah that`s where my heart`s at
Even back when I used to break on a box
Backspins for backspin, even while I`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`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`t front

{*Lord Jazz cuts `The Lord Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka` 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`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`m pumpin
So jump in, and watch your earrrs start hummin
through the block, and don`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`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`ll die for the funk
So now what do they say, when I`m walkin up the block?
Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka

{*Lord Jazz scratches until fade*}