W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Get Up On That Funk Lyrics"
Brainsickness Lyrics
This hate goes back to the roots of mankind but no one knows why it stays alive This anger inside sick people's minds so many victims are already dead The rage grows stronger when I see the pictures in the news I cannot understand why no one stops these cruelties They fight the wrong way for their political view and if you're a stranger they'll also hate you This anger inside
This hate goes back to the roots of mankind but no one knows why it stays alive This anger inside sick people's minds so many victims are already dead The rage grows stronger when I see the pictures in the news I cannot understand why no one stops these cruelties They fight the wrong way for their political view and if you're a stranger they'll also hate you This anger inside
[Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly
Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum
Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run
Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit
The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits
is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good
My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio
It's that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And may
cortez the killer Lyrics
he came dancing across the water with his galleons and guns looking for a new world and a palace in the sun and on the shore lay montezuma with it's coca leaves and pearls in his halls he often wondered with the secrets of the world and the subjects gathered round him like the leaves around the trees his coat of many colors for the angry gods to see and the women all were beautiful and the
be you'll feel betterhe came dancing across the water with his galleons and guns looking for a new world and a palace in the sun and on the shore lay montezuma with it's coca leaves and pearls in his halls he often wondered with the secrets of the world and the subjects gathered round him like the leaves around the trees his coat of many colors for the angry gods to see and the women all were beautiful and the
(repeat 2X)
[W.C.]
Check it out
Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo
I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle
And this is a preview, somethin to move to
Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you
Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central
I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential
I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall
Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball
Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah)
Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride
Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin
Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation
Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S
to the next paragraph I must move on
a sliver of star dances through my sky to crash into another lifetime always the journey never the destination those lovely columns of fanged smoke wander through plastic gardens where kisses blown at a forgotten love still drift looking for a face in a world of masks i see a light on a dead horizon glowing like a bed of sapphires in a sea of ash but it's a distraction and nothing more just an instrument to measure the darkness that swallows me from time to time
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
..
"Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!"
[Coolio]
I love the funk, and the funk loves me so
I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go
Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't
Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
On tape like great, dominate the record player
So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front
and give the real meanin of the word funk
[W.C.]
What's my meanin of the word funk?
Well let me give a demonstration
Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination
In other words, an organization of my homeboys
stealin from the rich and famous
Words and music RW 1978 As I came down by the weary well Going there to fill my can My fortune there I do declare She took me by the hand The lark gives tongue when summer comes Though time cracks every song As if newborn and as forlorn Twas me that loved her long The willow tree, the willow tree That Christ cleft for his flocks I saw the candles burn in the church and the door of the many lock
Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from
Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap
Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's
all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS
Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard
with your brand new cars
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class
was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO' ASS
That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle
But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks
So everybody watch your back
I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo
(I know you can funk these words to the letter
Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo)
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 4X)