Five Minutes Of Funk by Whodini
{Five minutes of funk}
Now the party didn't start till I walked in
An' I probably won't leave until the thing ends
But in the mean time, the in between time
If you work your thing, then I'll work mine
We came here together so we could have fun
Me an' you, baby, goin' one on one
Now this is the last chance for us to get off
So either get loose, or you ought to get lost
'Cause I'm just about ready to do my thing
'Cause I'm the stone cold, New York rap machine
I'ma give you what I got an' baby, that's plenty
An' never has one man rocked so many
Im'a make you wet an' make you sweat
Just to see how funky you can get
Now, when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
An' I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
{Four minutes left}
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready for a trip through the atmosphere
Gonna take you for a ride through the Twilight Zone
I don't need a space ship, I use my microphone
So hold on tight, with all your might
'Cause I'll be rappin' like this for the rest of the night
It's Jalil, y'all, your master rapper
An' when I'm on the mic it's a sheer disaster
'Cause MCs crumble when we rumble
Some think I'm soft just because I'm humble
So all you MCs, I hope you're real good listeners
'Cause in this battle, I'm takin' no prisoners
I'm slayin' MCs right on the spot
'Cause I'm the the master of the rap, the doctor of the rock
The 'Jack of all trades', the master of one
An' the thing I'm at is called havin' fun
We got three minutes left to rock this funk
To separate the good stuff from the junk
So get in the groove an' feel the sound
An' once you're inside, spread yourself around
From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom
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