Текст песни: Psycho + перевод

The year is 1971

Now comes the first of the children of LOTUG

Lords of the Underground, witness the birth of the funky child

Doitall, hit 'em!

Born with the fuckers from the womb of Brenda

She now likes the Lords but she used to dig the Spinners

First with the style from the birth canal

And now I got the flav to make the crowd go wild

So dig it, wahh! Ooh, watch me dig it

I’m taking no shorts unless it’s coming from a midget

I tax the peace more than chicken packs grease

I’m nearly knockin' boots, but if not, I’ll knock teeth

Wahh! Ga ga, ooh, cries the baby

Smacked on the ass, now the Doitall’s crazy

No rattles, or playpens, or crowds when I’m rappin'

And yes, I do reruns, as if this was What’s Happening

Now January 14 has birthed the funk one

The B-Day for Dupree, and yes, I’m funky

I got you bobbin' to the funky style

K-Def, let 'em know here comes the funky child

Yeah… (laughs) born in the underground of Newark

Now witness the birth of Mr. Funkee

The fifth of the terror, it’s the return of Funky Kreuger

A.K. Anger, we told 'em Mr. Funkee Wallbanger

Conceived in the fire by a war through disasters

The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters

Mr. Funkee, yes, girl, the black mack is back

Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that

You can work day and night, you could practice all your life

But I still take the show and then I go home with the wife

Oh my God, funky with the style, Lord have mercy

I hurdle over rappers just like Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Watch me flip the script, let me show you what the funk do

Make you call me uncle (What?) Uncle (What?!) Uncle (Who?!)

When I was young I used to sing with my sister

(Heyy)

Now I kick the ill styles, you have to call me mister

Cooling in the House of Hits, time to buckwild

Raised in the ways of the funky child

Back up baby, here comes the stroller

We’re hit when we dry crawl and hit rock 'n' rolla

I’m caught in the swinging hypnotized by the Pendulum

Distributed by Elektra, so this is how I’m killing them

K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technic

Marley’s on the mix, and now the Lords have a hit like POW!

Now it’s time to get buckwild

And watch my funky brothers freak the underground

In a second, or minute, in no times flat…

Bring it back!

And go grab the album to bring the Lords money

Take it home to mom to say, «Ain't they funky?»

We gone psycho and everbody thought we was DAS

It didn’t affect me, I said, «So what?» I kept on writing rhymes

I keep my funky style perfected so no one can stop my flow

I fear no man, cause if it’s on fool, then it’s on

(And it’s on!)

Don’t worry not for other crews selling out

As long as Lords of the Underground stay underground

The brothers of LOTUG will keep the lyrical fitness

Don’t worry about me selling out, mind your business

You might say, «Damn, Mr. Funkee’s going out!»

But if you listen to the words then you’ll know what I’m about

Any props you receive are the props that you earn

I’m off 'til the funky child returns

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