Funky Dope Fresh [In Tha Flesh]™
varies for hardcore rap in it's purest form
<br /><br /><br />to yo radio friendly hiphop music you hear on yo radio..freestyles and all i gots ya
The Storm
One Man Army Whose Eloquently Diversified in His Rap Persona
Story behind the song
Jus Tryin ta Tek Sh!t Back to It's Original Essense..For 'Bout a Buck Twenty...
Lyrics
"Check It out, Check It out"
Sprained My Tounge Flowin
De"Liver" Cool Like yo "Pool", Craft Like Owen
Against The Grain Going
And Flows, Got 'em Like an Index, And in Sex
Hoes Hittin Decks, Golden Balls But Ain't Becks
Love my Black Sisters mo Like Red Necks
And Got Respects, For Sir Mix Alot
Game Girls i Stick Alot, Yes Sir i Pick The Lot
i Serve D!ck Alot, Hot D!ck is Wicked
Fit Between Yo Legs Like The Middle Wicket
Let yo Tounge Hit a Six, Like we Playin Cricket
or Soccer, ma Can You Kick It
Flows Deep Can You Dig It, Pick Wit
Hot Sauce, I'm a Clown Prince, Ain't Put ma Crown
Down Since To <@!VI i Nearly Lost It
You Wannabee Theives I'm a Boss B!tch
Hand is yo Only Job, if U Ai'nt Like it, So Quit
But Oh Sh!t, You Addicted To This Pro D!ck
i Flow Sick, Stupid, my Flow Is so Thick
Scary It's Nautious, Be Very Cautious
My Syrup Flow Is Abnoxiuos, Cheer up Hoe
Bend Over Let me up on yo Stirup "GO"
"Check it Out, Check it Out"
"In It's Purest Essense..Let's Tek It Back Muhfukas,'Pause' Nobody Care Wat You Do In The Streets, Keep That In Tha Streets...Let's Make Music And Get This Money Man....Damn"
