Tragedy Khadafi
Da Funk Mode
Ayo, right about now, you know what I'm sayin'
My name is extra p, a lot of people know me as large professor
I've been on a vacation in the ghetto
With my motherfuckin brothers kid
Big trag, my man scram, left rack represent
My man big hav, havoc, mobb deep don't sleep
Yo P what's up
We get ready to represent for queens
Queen funk style
You know what I'm sayin'
I got jameek going down on the side
We get ready to get down for real
You know what I'm sayin', ayo trag, come on

Illuminator motivator who's greater, extra P on the cross fader
The Darth Vader
The live kid from the place callеd the bridge
And I did what I did when I callеd my little bit
But now I'm coming back to kick the ill fat raps
Dealt with the fat cats and we be laying funk tracks
93 to the year 2 G
Long live the pro black mac tragedy
The neighbourhood now raider black terminator
I bring mad flavour more than a light saber
Detonator brain cells time to blow it
So now you know it when you hear the last poet
Strictly hardcore funk for your trunk
Master of the technique just like a shaolin monk
Poetic justice without John singleton
I rock the house from Queensbridge to ?
Its the funk (the funk mode)
Its funk boy
Its the funk mode
Its the funk
Yo it's the funk
Yo we don't never figure funk
Its the funk (feel the funk)
Check it, yeah

I write rhymes plot crimes at night time
Bust a rapper down like dimes with my tec-9
Set it, n***as regret it when they get at it
Lay back and puff a L talk shit I won't sweat it
I got no time for that, when my mind react
Smell like Tommy hill when n***as can figure the facts
Fake jacks and get turn into your back fast
Real quick I leave you open like a crack glass
Man listen, I'm on a motherfuckin mission
Flipping robbing and sticking when I put the clip in
When I'm depress I grab the tec you know the rest
The projects is where I lay my head in rest
All hold on to the heat, shit about to get deep
When n***as try to front the square I gotta rock them to sleep
Cause the streets ain't a place for a coward ass n***a
If you wanna be bigger they gotta pull the trigger
Survival of the fittest, and trag hes my witness
Remember that n***a that we murder on Christmas
Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest yo Trag grab the mic and just rip this
Ayo, it's the funk boy
Its the funk
Yo check it it's the funk
Yo it's the funk
Yo it's the funk
Do you recognise the funk
Yo it's the funk
Yo listen

Come on the fucking skid
I flip script, I don't quit
A hard hit, plus I gotta swing like this
In hip hop
Blowing the spot with my black Glock, non stop
I do a drive by and spray cops
There's no other gladiator of the gutter
When I shoot game I lay it down like butter
A microtone ? till I'm boney
Realise the great funkytize stay a phoney
I get wild like James brown doing judo
You know rappers are soft like my noodle
When I flip script I have to split it up like rag shit
Shortie step up quick and get your head split
My mic tone is known to break backbones
Got more soul than collard greens and neck bones
You know my style it's the hardcode rhymer
Pass the mic and I get wet like a vagina
Yeah, it's the funk boy
Ayo trag tell me what this is
Cause its the funk mode
Yeah, on behalf of me and my man trag you know what I'm sayin' we gon do it like this
MC-T
To my man big moose
To my man name black
To the man Freddie crouger
To my man name troy
To my man big scram
To the maniac me
The the fucking fat cats
Yo to all the little shorties
Yo to the raw deal
To hitman G
To my brother raffi
To my man prodigy
To the little earth Mecca
And next in line is myeesha
And last but not least the ?
And to my man C low
And to my man van de meaner
And to my man rapper Nas
And to my man sha-skill
And to my man neek exotic
And to my man akinele
And to my man IU
Yo how we do it
Rock the house y'all
Keep on as we go on and on(yeah)
Keep it real
Keep it real boy
Keep it real
Keep it real
Ghetto yeah ghetto