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"Funky Piano"

[Intro: Bishop Lamont talking]
Yeah! What's up Rev?
Bishop Lamont
This is for them n*ggas out there
The wack n*ggas...perp-perp-perpetratin'
Bishop drunk again
Hahaha, yeah!

[Verse 1: Bishop Lamont]
Some cool sh*t for the Bishop's anthology
And when I'm done, don't expect no apology
Stupid motherf*ckers, shoulda stepped when I warned 'em
I'm from the East side of Carson, California
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass
Wack rappers talkin' sh*t, I'm smackin' you fags
Rainbow strip down the side of your whip
Lyin' rap magazines how you used to be a Crip
Oh, what's the word?
You fulla' sh*t
And you light skinned hairy tricks stay off 'Pac's di*k
The nerve of n*ggas
There's too many to diss
Yeah, murder you n*ggas but all the rhymes won't fit
Backpack n*ggas up on 5th Street di*ks
Now they back, wack rappin', claimin' 6-0 Crip (L.A.)
You got a problem
No problem, I'll solve it
But my name, motherf*cker don't involve it
'Cause it can get ugly, turn Whoopi, here's The View
No Sherm, but I'm Tookie, put tips on you
Magnum 357, knock it I can group the heat
c*ck the hammer, pop any too big MC
West Coast, I'm runnin' it, holmes
I've raised you kids
You come out my group home
You crazy kids, I got too much ammo
So start beef with me and get played like a f*ckin' piano

Funky piano
Funky piano
What's up Taylor?
Funky piano
Ha ha
Funky piano

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
But I don't sing, motherf*cker
When it come to lyrics I'm the king, motherf*cker
Crooked eyes clockin' some cash, rockin' a mask
And if you run up
I'm glockin' ya ass
Put your ugly face under an oxygen mask
“Damn, who did you like that”?
Is what doctors will ask
Who's the king of the coast? n*gga, you not!
I'm real enough to ghostwrite for the ghost of 2Pac
My brother caught a couple slugs when them dude's shot
We shot back and them dude's drop
We hit the emergency room, blood drippin' in his tube socks
I hit the studio
(Made a banger for your boom box)
'Cause that's what me and Rev do best
We drop DJ's and MC's, and started the new west
Another hit for you Sambo's
You gay Liberace n*ggas get played, like a f*ckin' piano

Funky piano
Funky piano
DJ Revolutions

[Verse 3: Stylztik Jones]
Stylztik give you more bars than a Vegas strip
I evaded a squad car, just to make this sh*t
Fightin' agent to the law like it's Matrix 6
And I'm amazin' by far with a sacred gift
From a ancient hood, where the hatred is
Puttin' dead vagrant bodies in a vacant crib
I'm probably playin' Miles Davis
Black & Mild blazin'
Leave a n*gga achin' from the ankles to the cranium
It's crazy round here, so I act bi-polar
Polar bear Express over tracks I ogre
Eat ocra, keep doja, teach cultures
End a n*gga career if he need closure
Go dumb on beats like I'm from east Oakland
But I'm from the A-1-A, my people stay in motion
Motivated with music and I'm so emotionless
Flowin', open oceans up just like Moses did
I'm appalled, you rappers that say you hard
And I clap at you n*ggas just like it was applause
The Fats Domino, Stylez playin' the keys
All you fat head n*ggas wanna play with Steve
Rev said he's sick of MC's, I'm the antidote
The rest of y'all rappers gettin' played like a fonky piano though

[Stylztik talking]
Yeah. That's right. Rev you playin' these dudes like Herbie Hanc*ck
On the keyboard. But you on them Techniques
Cuttin' and scratchin'. You understand. Hahaha

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