B-Boy Hard - Phunk Junkeez

It’s the mother phunking Junkeez

Taking you for a test drive

Don’t try to front

The posse’s gonna kick it live

With a style so versatile

Rocking the mic on top of the pile

So turn up the system;

push the level past 10

Hit record, sucker

You’ll want to hear it again

So listen up, y’all while we demonstrate

The doped up beat of the B-Boy Break.

We’re B-Boy tough

We’re B-Boy hard

A two-man hit squad that will exterminate

This is for real;

we never perpetrate

All you poseurs say you are hardcore

Stalk us as prey, but we are the predators

Feel the bass as the rhythm kicks in Guitar in the back with the snare drum fill-in

We overpower with the vocal firepower

An hour after hour, our rhymes stay high powered

Our beats are on the upswing

We say it in a rap because we do not sing

Informers, performers

We are the the brainstormers

We do it like this because we’re no conformers

Thoughts and rhymes that always interlink

Say what’s on our minds because we do not lip sync

A-B-C, what’s it gonna be Are you ready for the rhythm

Roachclip get down.

We’re B-Boy tough

We’re B-Boy hard

Hooray, hooraw ya sis-boom-ba

I shave my head but don’t koombaya

So get up Mr. Tambourine Man

Like O.J.

Simpson, I’ll fly across the land in a second

Build a shop, and I’ll wreck it We’re microphone checking so you best respect it Tracks on wax, that the facts

Look out here comes a rap attack.

We’re B-Boy tough

We’re B-Boy hard