I to kick it with a brother named, Moe Moe used to it with a brother named, Joe Joe used to kick it with his girlfriend whose brother Elmo, like me Elmo used to lots of brothers in the nose Kick em when they down and he'd steal they and clothes would develop lots of beef as a tweaker and all of them was mostly lookin for me Imagine that, fat motherfuckers bats tryin to rat pack, hmm, to get a gat So I'm strapped cause I'm like brother Thomas in his fat lap, what's happenin here's a rap Saturday twelve o'clock, told E-Roc, the block and what not, about, how men are spottin he "This homey gets bread like flossin You Steve Austin, Elmo got paws in Boots Maybe you should to Boston" But you get lost you play like a punk Pile on the Right I got SERIOUS funk
"I'm trying, not to lose..." "I'm trying, not to my head..." --> Melle Mel (repeat 2X)
"I plan to tell you it is later"
(DJ Pam and scratches)
Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk like catch twenty-two, twist no fist can dismiss rip that go through, maybe I can flow through this whole ordeal and not pull out the black and my friends suggestions... that I should squeal to the cops but out of the question If I die by the trigger of a brother could he be judged by the system is scared of me and others? I believe no, so I don't go, with the even though I'm bout to roll with no up a creek called shit, light is lit on the Cause me and him is decrease the population Now we why our revolution never grow motherfuckers just for steppin on our toe If we had as much funk for our as we did for ourselves, the would never flow again And then, the uzis that were used to kill each other be used, to serve and protect the brothers And the sisters and the or whatever others But the funk keeps growing a fungus...
"I'm trying, not to lose..." "I'm trying, not to lose my head..." --> Mel (repeat 2X)
"That's Elmo, get fool" "Yeah get that fool" "Ay, I'm Boots, I ain't -- I'm Boots from The Coup!!"
Four years til I'm twenty-five, now I got a caliber don't take no jive, just to fix Don't to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix Don't flap your lips me takin no, trips You won't be takin no from a milk carton my face with a caption, askin "Have you seen Boots, he's in action" This is more Off the Wall than Michael Jackson brothers who be doin brothers who be doin others screwin brothers but The Coup be doin than shoo-be-doin on the corner, talkin revolution from Victoria to why it don't make sense that they want me a goner on a, run cause some brothers in a ratpack I'm poppin junk cause don't see for centuries the genocidal funk so I'm a if I don't blast they ass But I more funk for the rulin class it ever end, will we ever win, drinkin juice and gin Five-oh gets again, gets off a grin National sent in for when we got beef You pop the trunk we got serious funk
"I'm trying, not to lose..." "I'm trying, not to my head..." --> Melle Mel (repeat 4X)
*** spellings of the names of in this outro may not be accurate ***
Aight, it up I wanna say whassup to the brothers and sisters really got my back the funk be on Of course it without saying, that E-Roc and DJO from The Coup got my back at all times and at all Same goes for D-Force and Sneaker, Blank J-Post and Stone of the Po from the Tenth Planets Chuck Da got my back Evo got my back, Rose got my Niko and the whole Mau Mau Rhythm got my back cause I got The funk is on, and African is there The funk is on and Midnight Voices is The is on and T-More and Twin from Elements of Change are there And I'm there for Cindy, I'm there for 3rd I'm there for Aztlan I got back Leftside Sim I got your back Disposable of Hiphoprisy cause you got mine All y'all got my back, Neckbone got my back the sax Problem got my back with the piano Aiy y'all let's fade out, but before we I say rest in peace to Plan B, we out