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Ain't it Funky

from New Classic Mixtape by Bomani Armah

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Welcome to the joint new classic
My names d’mite I’m your new habit
If there’s a chair near by, you should grab it
If you wanna get your monkey (unh!) kicked try to match this
Mattafack, I’mma need ya’ll to stand up
And if you love hip-hop throw your hands up
This is why the industry can’t stand us
I ain’t down with the boys, (unh!) that tryna man up
Don’t it make you wanna holla
Brush your shoulders, pop your collar
Like an old batch of collards
And it cost no dollars

Got RBI digging through the vinyl
To find the chords that you feel in your spinal
As I kick my hip-hop recital
And I’m the realist (unh!) I know
Fino-lee you found a real emcee
Who mix the beats with poetry
Low key, like jay-z
In Hawaiian sophie
You use to love her but your (unh!) chose me, oooweeee
Can’t you feel it in your nose
Cause I’m in the game, all ten toes
How my fan base grows
You should see my live shows

Right now I know you wonderin’ where they found me
D’mite, reppin pg county
So you fake thug rappers get from round me
I’m a bad mutha (unh!) Richard Roundtree
Betta yet Rudy Ray Moore
They like your light weight rhymes but mine weigh more
Is that your free style, you get what you pay for
And this is what the (unh!) I was made for
So I had to get up on it
The rhymes are smart, the beat is retarded
Like the drummer just farted
So let’s get this party started

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from New Classic Mixtape, track released January 27, 2010

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