Funky Country
Verse 1:Mic check, never eva lose the respectOf hip-hop, roamin the streets in the meccaI don't suck and jive and I don't dilly dallyI keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don ValleyI rally, with the emcee on the cornerBut I'm a warn ya, I've got rhymes till the mornin'Son, I used to push a Land RoverNow I push a pen to the pad, the dream is overStop biting cause it's incitingNeed to send blows of flows and beat ridingThe most spec - tacular venacular actorThat ya'll, bringing stature, combat your, egoBut even that is a battleSo hard to keep my motives pure and not metalRebels, without a cause, break lawsBut I'd rather break food over the beat for the applauseTours, I get em'Holes in the game, I knit em'I wonder whatever happened to sally in the valley (mmm, hmm)Hmm, seems shes all grown up,Time to head to miskoky cause the games sewn up.Chorus:I've been tryin to learn this new songBut I hear the same ol' music every dayHey, hey, hey,To the, to the, to the, to the,Gonna fly with her to the YukonGonna melt my soul on ice then get awayHey, hey, hey,Hey, hey, hey.Verse 2:
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