Who Got the Funk - Phife Dawg, Godfather Don

Passengers all aboard this Brooklyn-Queens express

We got the Sound and Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest

Just in case some non-believers might contest this bout

We’ll be sparking paper MCs on the low cool route

Some blame complexity, be rhyming from the dictionairy

I rhyme from memory its all in the chemistry

Peter channel did he doubt the host with the most

Roasting niggas from the star to the Ivory Coast

Some say they explodin', but they be implodin'

I block out evil eyes and leave 'em blinded like Odin

So get that 20/20 I’m a deeper visionary

I see through adversaries, and all their petty worries

This bitch called Wanda had me locked like an anaconda

I used to ponder, the ways that I could get beyond her

Her brother used to front but beef he used to want not

I had him fighting like a slave on an auction block

Hey Miss Behavin when I’m blowing up your safe haven

No better yet I’m haunting whack MCs like Wes Craven

Or Clyde Barker, the dread I rode with is darker

And damper this is rockin' wilder beats and parkers

Yeah yeah it’s the world’s greatest five footer

Phife Dawg in the place to be

With my diabetic partner Beetle, kno' what I’m sayin'?

SOS in effect, I got the nikes on my feet and a knick jersey on

So check it out

Phife Dawg will hit you off with some rugg dat shit

Pass me the mic and watch us get intimate

Not only does it walk with me it talks to me

Pats me on the back and says:

'Son that was a job well done'

Why thank you, I’m glad I can be of great service

Cause its mad MCs out there nowadays that sound nervous

Life is too short to be sounding like a novice

You can’t MC then get the fuck out my office

Niggas is like: 'Oh my Lord it can’t be him again!'

Biting my style like a wolverine from Michigan

When I see a mic my dick gets stiffer than a mannequin

Been poppin' shit since the tender age of friggin' ten

After the share I’m sure that the people will be plexed with me

Especially, if they know they have no strategy

Don’t mess with me I’m the one that you don’t wanna see

You know my name, you must be drunk off fuckin' Henessy

Remember me, back in the days you didn’t check for me

Play me out like as if my name was friggin' Stanley

All of a sudden I’m more famous than anus

???have brand new gayness?

Or better yet the virus

Kid don’t even try it, just keep your monkey ass quiet

Fuck around with me you take a loss 4 years in a row like the bill

So you better chill, word

I got more whizz than George pallace

Or better yet Tom Landry in his years out on Dallas

Creative on my own, never had the urge to borrow

And if you don’t believe me you can ask my girl tomorrow

About the wordplay, yes, peace to SOS

East Coast forever boy, cause the rest can’t test

What you cowards know about that nigga rhyme flow

That’s cooler than the tundra, and eviler than Mumra

I’m in that zonin' mode, 7−0-1's the area code

Me and Chamby higher than the lizard and the toad

Verbal mojo, my flow be magic like Orlando

If shit gets thick, i got the fuckin' madness clique

I smoke I smoke, I roll on niggas like a boulder

Murderer, too much blood up on your shoulder

When my metaphors spill I dunk on punks like grand will

My uncanny vocab skills have doctors saying that im ill

But I ain’t sick I’m very healthy

And hope that rap makes me wealthy

Fuck a buck and a dream

I got a partner and a production team

We got the flows so say that you’ll win battles chump

Verbally you’re just a punk

That’s how battleships get sunk

So recognize the mental when I step inside the center

Cause rappin’s just a job, being a jigga’s an adventure