Here Come the Lords

From a man like me, who goes against the grain Sometimes I do it in vain, so with a little bass and treble Hey Mister! It's time for me to explain that I'm the rebel Cold as the devil Straight from the underground, the rebel, a lower level They came

The year is 1971 Now comes the first of the children of Roton Lords of the underground witness the birth of the funky child Do it all hit 'em Born with the fuckers from the womb of Brenda She now likes the Lords but she used to dig The Spinners First

WhisperedUnderground Chorus: x6Keep it underground Keep keep it underground Verse One Do It AllI have an underground contract (With who?) My music To freak it, freak it, and it like they used ta So here it is, the real for the rugged And let ? say, "

[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up! [Mr. Funke] Huh? [DoItAll] Turn your radio up! [Mr. Funke] What?! [DoItAll] It's us! [Mr. Funke] It's US?! [DoItAll] Yeah listen to the cut! It's our style! [Mr. Funke] Our style? [DoItAll] Your style [Mr. Funke] Stop

"Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky" -> _Here Come the Lords_ *repeat 8X* [DoItAll] Lord Jazz, hit me one time for the people cause I bet they're not believing that you come from Cleveland Mix the funk, with the skunk, so they'll boom

Verse One Mr. FunkeeThat's right I'm talkin' bout The Bricks The land where the rebels rock afros and bald heads And stayin' crazy paid comes natural Time to buckwild wild like the Dirty Dozen (FUNKY BROTHERS IN THE HOUSE!) Oh yeah, I brought my cous

[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'l