1.News Story
Yeahhh.. mmhmm
I don't know what's goin on
Everybody tryin to flip
All they need to do is do the right thing
Put it where it's supposed to be
News story.. open to the media
Crime bosses, do or die, or either ya
Live like a convict on the rock
You get shanked, battered and brusied you get dropped
In the bang, just livin like a savage
And at the same time, your body's damaged
Made a move on a brother from the boogie down bronx
He was a bully, that beat up punks
In the cells, and caught a couple of the c.o.'s
Snatched a brother by his neck
And knocked him down and broke his nose
Here's the bumrush - twenty at a time
Started somethin new just when the brother dropped dimes
Huh, this is a brother who's a drug kingpin
Made millions and millions, again and again
Used to, stitch a snitch just to get him switched
But the brother didn't know, that snitches get stitches
Had a jah had a benz had.. plenty of friends
Had.. fifties and hundreds stacks of twenties and tens
He was evicted, mother probably did time long style
Had her workin with the chain gang in the coal mine
Did the bid came out, but the brother was broke
Had connects so the brother started sellin some coke
And vials of cracks he sold it, to all the new jacks
He sold, buddha and stuff, meth sloopies and smacks
He wore polo and guess, dressed the part and the style
Whole teeth were clean, every time he would smile
He had a.. girl named josie was a beautiful chick
Ended up bein a girl in a, porno flick
Tis the season to be skeezin, the girl made me sick
Wanted to kick a little flavor so the flavor was kicked
She's a girl from around the way that likes to play
Spendin his dough, eatin out every day
Wearin jewels expensive clothes so on and so on
And my man didn't know that the girl was a hoein
Now she got a little pot i guess she's goin for self
Tryin to make brothers lick her, below the belt
Takin trips to virginia with a key at a time
Makin 42 g's at a drop of a dime
Now she's thick but what about the brother that put her on？
And gave her, jewels and furs and treated her like a don
She forgot all about him, so now he's mad
He got a thirty-two clip and when he find her she's had
But that's the life of the fast lane
There you just might gain
A house and cash, and either jail or chump change
I've seen it before, my buddies went through it all
And because of that, i don't see em anymore
Twenty-five to life, doin crazy hard time
And in the jails, what's yours is mine
Huh, and as i say i need a moment of silence
The almight kid capri says.. stop the violence
Stop the violence
All you gotta do is put it in effect
Put yourself where you're supposed to be
Teach others, save the children
And all that
Big shout.. to the trooper love crew
Rest in peace, to my main man, chuck g
Pop duke
This is the kid capri, and the lords of funk
And we outta here... see-ya!
2.Billy
We interrupt this program to bring you a special report
We are looking for a man named billy
Who has just been accused for use of fake credit cards;
Use of ups trucks; and trying to sell crack
To an undercover token clerk
What is this world coming to？ well i'll tell you
Yeahhh his name is billy
Now let me tell you about this guy right here
Bust it
A brainiac, con artist to the 't'
Able to geese, you and me
Talks like a psychotic pimp, walks with a limp..
.. but he's a wimp!
Mastermind of the computer world, he lives
With his wife and a cute little girl
Now this is the story of a family
And the man of the family, huh, his name was billy
'yeah you know that guy named billy
He was always conning somebody
He was always getting away with murder word'
His name was billy!
'he tried to have moet tossin olde e money
I ain't tryin to have that
But let me tell you about this'
Ohhhh, billy billy billy, whassup for today？
Ha ha! tell me, did you ever find a way
To make that money real quick - well i got an idea
'so what's the idea？' computer chip!
Here's a job, some numbers, two credit cards
We'll split it even, but here's the odds
Twenty to one, who's harry crumb？
He's a big fat man which he carries a fat gun
Now billy, a smooth operator
Sneaks out his door, a to the elevator
Gets on the sixth, and gets off on the fifth
Then heads out the building with
His little pocket knife in his hand
Show em you're a man billy.. understand？
A few people try to mug him, crack dealers love him
Delivery boys think highly of him
United parcel, very colossal.. uh!
Sometimes he get a bit hostile
Don't even care, if people stare
He gets his package look around, then he's outta there!
Well a-nother day, a-nother dollar
Don't wanna do it, boy but he's gotta
A diamond to sell, three point one carat
'so what he did？' sold it to the first floor faggot
No real money, one and a third
But the brother's gonna get, as high as a bird
Bell bottoms, yes the man invented the slacks
Old fashioned turn them naked pointy shoes with spats
He got the limp to his walk, hat cocked just right
Walkin down the block, lookin like, willy dynamite!
This man is amazing, he does a lot
He can tell you what he can do, and what he can not
He get you radios or tv's, clocks and beds
He's gettin, twenty to life once he's caught by the feds
His name was billy
'yeah my man went and got her credit card
Bought my man a pathfinder jeep, word up
I ain't actin like we ain't been down
Knahmsayin？ he never get love from me
Always tryin to con me but i ain't goin for it
Word' break it down!
'tell em what you want kid capri'
Man i need a vcr, really (really, really)
I thought you was going to lookout, billy
You told me to be here six o'clock
By that time, you said you'd be ready to make the drop
Well i guess you're fronting again
When you gonna be on the up and up my friend？
You keep conning, you better chill!
Cause a brother like me will squeal.. on billy!
'he did it, he did it!
Word up man i'm squealing on him man
He tried to front on the kid capri, word'
His name was billy!
'ain't no way in the world i'ma let that go
Lords of funk ain't tryin to have that!
Knowhatimean？'
His name was billy!
'man you need to grow up before you blow up
Youknowhati'msayin？
Stop tryin to play high post with a low income'
His name was billy!
'i ain't havin it..
Now before you think about doin it
Let me tell you this!'
Don't mess with bill (no no-no no)
Don't mess with bill (uh-huh)
His name was billy!
Uh-huh, mmhmm, ah-hah, mmhmm
Ah-hah, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
Ah-hah, mmhmm, ah-hah, mmhmm
Ah-hah, his name was billy
I think billy learned his lesson
Just leave that crack alone!
I'm outta here
3.This Is What You Came Here For
{＊whistling wind sounds＊}
And now.. the quiet blizzard {＊cracks up＊}
.. on your radio dial..
I like doin this shit
Now let me tell you it's capri, and i'm as smooth as i wanna be
Givin you flavor, constantly
I never thought another rapper wanna step to this
And get hisself caught up in the mix
Cause this is a groove that i don't wanna lose
And if you step wrong, you might get battered and bruised, huh
And you don't want none of that my man
Cause on stage, i'm bad with the microphone stand
And all the girls love to see me perform
Some niggaz said well, capri got it goin on
Tape master, blew up large
And sit back, let my girl, give me a massage
And sippin dom perignon, eatin grapes
While silver d makes the record, with no mistakes, huh
This is the life, so how could i give it up？
If anything, the ？ is gonna live it up
And money mark, he's sharp as an acura
You used to laugh, so now he's laughin back at ya
So now you know how it feels when the tables turn
Kid capri is in effect and i'm here to burn
And now you're beggin and beggin for more
So let's face it, this is what you came here for
This is what you came here for
Ah come on baby, yeahhhahhh
This is what you came here for
This is what you came here for (for) so don't you move
Sit back, listen to the music and groove
It's been a while since you had somethin smooth as this
I don't think this is somethin, you wanna miss
How could i show somebody that don't wanna be shown
How to act grown, on the microphone
All i need is somebody to hear what i say
Give me my props, give it to me right away
Now for a moment, i thought that i let you wait
For the lyrics of a poet, capri the great
Rap lord with the twist, i promise you this
That i'm, bad on the mic, double bad on the mix
I put people in the groove i make big crowds move
And i'll prove that i'm smooth and so now you gotta
Give me the benefit, of the doubt
Let me show you what it is to turn a party out, huh
I came here, to ease your mind
If i didn't wanna rhyme would i waste my time？ huh
I'm like a bodybuilder, i keep gettin thicker
While i watch all sick rappers get sicker
They's in cahoots, usin horns and, flutes
Makin all kinds of weak, samples and loops, huh
I can't see it, the crowd deserves more than that
Because they came to see a real rapper rap
So capri gives you more
After all, this is what you came here for
This is what you came here for
Yeah, aw come on baby
This is what you came here for
Mmmhmhmmmmm
This is what you came here for
Lawwwwwwd, c'mon
Ah come on let's compete ？？
This is what you came here for
I will rock you all day long honey my love
This is what you came here for
Lawwwwwwd, yeah..
This is what you came here for
It's what you came for
And dj doc let em know what you came here for
4.Get 'em
Let me tell you
Yo capri
You know i just want you to say a couple
Just a couple rhymes though
Naw nah nah nah
I just want you just say one rhyme
For the crew, for everybody
Just just kick it like.. this
So what, if the tweeters begin to scream
If the bass sounds funky then you know what i mean
Kid capri got a crazy dope unique style
I'm givin shouts to the brothers on riker's isle
Now soon, you will know, who is the master
In five minutes, you will be sure
It's the same old routine, all of your are listenin
And, you, want, more
We talk about sex？ sure i get a lot of it
Now, tell me, what else i can get out of it
The name is kid capri, and sure you don't like it
Seems very funny, while all of you bite it
Not here to impress you or anyone else
Only thing i gotta do is impress myself
Now i know you other rappers wanna diss me hard
Just because the kid capri, is doin his job
I don't fear no evil, i don't even like you
Just wanna know, why you wanna bite you
Dirty imitator, perfect perpetrator
Said you're good, sucker rapper i'm greater
You said you're fly, but why are you dyin？
First you was laughin, now you are cryin
Seems to me you wanna call in a truce
You had to learn the hard way that kid capri gets loose
Snatchin down suckers, all in that order
Police gettin banned, from crossin the border
Yeah i get tough don't make this a issue
My name is kid capri, k.c. is my initials
Sucker mc's violatin my powers
Studyin my style, for hours, and hours
Comin in here, tryin to battle the king
And i say to myself what a ding-a-ling
Yeah, lords of funk better than before
Takin belts from chumps, walkin out the door
Try to step to the kings but you didn't know how
Well the lords is back, so whatcha gonna do now？
I got a beef with those that try to, show that ass
And try to, diss on my brothers, from back in the past
You're a kid that didn't know you would, be a star
But now, rip you to shreds no matter who you are
First of all, your style, please explain
Why do you always wanna sound like big daddy kane？
Or krs-one, or even rakim
To tell the truth you're just like all the rest of them
Tell me why you wanna bite somebody else that's great
I got one word for it： imitate!
You brag and boast about how good you are
And how you struggled, so hard, to be a star
Sweatin mellow fellow rappers that's down with the crew
Give it a couple of days, you'll be sweatin me too
You see rap rotates like a spinnin wheel
One day you're fake, the next day you're for real
You got nerve, who gave you, the right to bite
Any style, another entertainer recite
Let's face it tell the truth, i'm kid capri
I'm a person, a lot of y'all wish you could be
I took him out i took them out, and the rest of his crew
And if i took them all out, then who the hell are you？
Please, get away don't even think of it boy
I'm not doin it for pay, i'm doin it for joy
Just, get on your knees, and beg for less
And say to hell with it man, kid capri's the best
I rock on, cause i'm the best of the west
I rock on with the triple that's on my chest
I rock on, and as i get on down
And i can take an adverb and make it sound like a noun
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresher than fly
Kid capri is in the house and you wonder why
Nobody else could rock a party, like me
The original, tapemaster kid capri
So check it out..
Yo capri, capri that was def
Yo, slam the headphones, we outta here
Peace
5.Apollo
'i'd like to know.. are you really ready for some super dynamite
soul？
Then thank you, because now, it's star time!'
The apollo (4x)
The apollo a place, where performers perform
Before you got on the stage you would all be warned
About if you're good enough, to rock the place
But if you wasn't they would throw beer cans in your face
Well it was a, amateur night, a group dressed in white
Didn't think it was spectacular but they were alright
Kept sayin to myself, i wish it was me
That was on the stage doin my r-a-p
Well uh, anyway we go back to the days
When james brown used to have, the crowd amazed
He used to come out, dancin, just doin his work
And when he screamed, all the ladies went bezerk
Slidin across the stage like he was runnin on oil
Shoes, shinin bright like aluminum foil
Women was fallin out, innocent to ？
He said, 'please please' then started rappin
You only seen one show you couldn't stay to see another
Of the singin godfather number one soul brother
Events like this happened all the time
At the place that was known to be, one of a kind
It's the apollo
The apollo (4x)
The apollo (3x)
The ap..
The apollo yes a legend in it's time
The place is so fly that i wish it was mine
I mean the line was so long but people did not care
Just as long as they knew, they could get in there
On wednesday's, amateur night was cool
And you could, go to see what other artists could do
Nothin but black stars, risin to the top
Now you see what's takin over, we call it hip-hop
The apollo, no other, could ever compete
When you look down and i see people movin their feet
When the stage used to rise all the people went nuts
And no one ever kept their big mouth shut
They used to, scream and yell, raise a whole lot of hell
Hang off the balcony and sometimes they fell
It's a tradition, so whatta ya do？ i don't know
You get a ticket take yourself to the apollo, hey
The showbiz cafe, was right next door
Leave, from the apollo and you party some more
You can go many places to have a show
But no matter where you went you always seemed to go
To the apollo
To the apollo!
Uhh.. (the apollo) .. ..
To the apollo!
And let me break it down for you one time
Hey the a for artist, the p for people
O for outstanding, l - for legal
And the other l-o is for the low-down shame
For the ones, that tried, to destroy the name
So whatever you do, you can never forget
About the place, that always kept you drippin with sweat
From dancin and prancin and jumpin up and down
Everytime you turned around a new show was in town
It's the place, that everybody would always go
And i called it, the famous apollo
It's the apollo
It's the apollo! (the apollo) uhh!
The apollo (4x)
The apollo (3x)
The apollo (2x)
The apollo (2x)
The apollo..
6.Hang 'em High
Good evening, this is dee joseph for wbiz radio
This just in -
Police officials report that a six year old girl was found raped
today
The girl's stepfather is the key suspect in the case
Details are still sketchy at this time
Now back to the kid capri radio show
How do you feel about it.. kid capri？
Hang 'em high, let him suffer, before he die
Cause in my mind i see that little girl cry
She was abused, misused, and even sodomized
She didn't know - all of this was a surprise
So now she's scarred for life, nothin can change that
Being treated like some dog by some maniac
What type of man would want to do that to a six year old
Out of all of these women that the world hold？
You coulda went to a nightclub and met a chick
Black or white, puerto rican, you coulda picked
Bought her a drink, took her home, and maybe got some
But you'd rather rape a baby and you think it's fun？
Now you're goin to jail, death row i hope
Before the rope when you get there, your boots'll smoke
I got somethin, to say to ya before ya die..
.. hang 'em high
My name is kid capri i wanna say this to y'all
Any man that rapes a woman is not a man at all
Especially a little girl that don't know nothin about that
Rape, man you're a maniac
So now you're locked in a cell, what good are you now？
No friends, no freedom, and no style
Word to duke you're gettin stuck like a blister
Just for instance, that coulda been my sister
Or my moms, my girl or my daughter lou
Be glad the cops got to you before i got to you
It's a shame for a girl to be so scared
That when she walk down the block, her life is dead
Can't jog down the street, after dark
Take a look at what happened, in central park
A girl is runnin, while some bum is bummin
The only thing he's thinkin about is cumin
He gets his rocks off, now he feels like a man
Then he kills her, and steps off, but understand
What goes around, comes right back around
And when he's found, he's gonna get a beatdown
He tried to skip town, headed for the northbound
Got no money so he steals and gets shot down
But don't die, so now it's gonna get rougher
Before you execute him - let me see him suffer
Give him the chair, shoot him down, let him die
Better yet, huh, hang 'em high..
This just in - police officials report
That the suspect in the rape of a six year old girl
Has been apprehended, and has confessed to this outrageous crime
Let's hope they really hang this guy
Kid capri, silver d and money mark - hang 'em high!
Out! {＊echoes as it fades＊}
7.Lord's Party
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage biz!)
Why don't you just chill bah bah, road hog, kang-ka-dang
Party time people, ain't nuttin movin but your feet
Gotta get up on out your seat
Come on down with the lords, get ready to get busy
Knahmsayin？ ain't no party like this party nowhere near this
party
So this must be the party
So get up on the floor, and get it goin on, right about now
It's a party, i'm invitin everybody
Cuties, hookers and hotties
To come to the bash for free
Your hosts： capri, mark, d
Everybody up no time to waste
You came here cause you know this is the place
To rock, act like a fool
It's the lords and we goin right back to the booth!
Now you know the flavor new york
Ain't no sense in bein shy, tryin to play fly
Be yourself never mind the next guy
This is a party we gonna get busy whether you like it or not
Throw on the funk wanna make sure, that you havin a good time
Now stop actin like a baby, and get on the floor
Oh man i really like the way this is goin down
Lords, came to your town
Made you a fiend like a crackhead (a crackhead？)
That's right, you heard what i said
Party time in the boogie down, ready for some action
Show me just a little satisfaction
Dance, and shake
It's time to start a boogie down earthquake
Kick a party groove is like a habit
See a fat booty then you grab it
Maybe wanna slide to the side (slide to the side)
Keep the drummer kickin let the beat ride
It's funny how we make a body move
Stay in step, just keep it to the right groove
Party, don't be a coward
Show me whatcha gonna do about it!
Uhh! .. uhh! .. uhh!
Now y'all do me a favor, let me see you do
Do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and the stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and stretch
Lords of funk in full effect, word!
Party time in the boogie down bronx..
.. time to give the people what they want
To make me wanna know you wanna get down i gotta see you dance
Gotta take a chance
Capri, known for abilities, tactics
And all of my fast rap agility
Made to perform and i strike like lightning, scary？
Yes it's quite frightening, huh!
Uhh! .. uhh! .. hoe, uhh! .. woo!
I got a message, to money mark
Remember when we rocked in the park？
Remember that girl joanna (joanna？)
Body was pumpin like a scanner
Remember when we rocked that body
It always happens when you're comin to a lord's party
She tried you, she tried me
Then left the party with who？ silver d
Here's another girl michelle
Looks good and she dance really well
Eighteen years old, neck full of gold
The girl even dances the old, school
Talk about she make a cold heart beat
Still remember, seein her feet
Dance to the rhythm of the drum
Dum diddy diddy dum dum!
Now what i want everybody to do
Is put their right hand in the air like this
Shake 'em side to side
Everybody c'mon, put your hands in the air lemme see lemme see
ya
Go left (left) to the right (right)
To the left (left) to the right (right)
To the left (left) to the right (right)
To the left (left) now let's do this c'mon
Everybody do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and the stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
We go, side to side, keep it goin c'mon
Go side to side, keep it goin
Follow up and do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and stretch, huh!
Ahh yes so now you know what we mean and you see for yourself
We ain't got no time for sissies
We came here to party, word to big bird!
Lord's of funk bout ready to take two steps to the rear
And get on out of here like last year
But before we go, everybody hands up, c'mon
Shake it to the left.. to the right, c'mon
Shake it to the left.. to the right
Shake it to the left.. to the right
Shake it to the left.. to the right, but stretch
Do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
Everybody do the bend, and stretch, c'mon!
We go, side to side, keep it goin c'mon
Go side to side, keep it goin
Follow up and do the bend, and stretch
Lords of funk outta here, i gotta go see ya!
8.You Know My Style
Yo! your moms so poor
She went in kentucky fried chicken and licked everybody else's
fingers
Yo biz man you know that ain't my style
Tchk, yo man what is your style capri？
You know my style..
Give me the mic, lords of funk is in full flight
I keep you goin and flowin, all day and night
So lets proceed with the sounds that you really need
The kid is funky and my dj got a lot of speed
Silver d and money mark, is blowin up
Don't think we won't be at a battle cause we're showin up
And if you ever try to diss you're gonna get stomped
I'm gonna make it plain and simple - there's no comp!
Yeah i said it, so whatcha gonna do about it？
The kid capri is super dope, i just gotta shout it
The lords of funk will rock a party for a while
Now i can tell you that, but you know my style
You know my style..
Now my country 'tis of thee, let me tell you what it means to me
I really love it when them crowds scream for me
It gets me hyped, makes me wanna rock right
From tonight, all the way until tomorrow night
You know the flavor, so now, do me a favor
Please respond to the sounds kid capri gave ya
I worked hard, to do what i do for people
I'm not conceited, cause everybody is my equal
I had a problem, with suckers, that tried to diss
I overlooked 'em but they still wanted to persist
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em very large
Cause chaos, and war, and sabotage
They made me mad, even though they didn't harm me
They stepped off when i went, and got my army
Money mark, silver d, and troopa love
Poppa duke chillin with, the man above
You couldn't diss me, no matter, how much you paid
You made the record, but i'm the one that gets it played
Red alert, he's blazin on my radio
And i'm the man, that's blazin in your auto
I go cameo, you think that youse a super hoe？
You get sprayed, and played like a afro
So go ahead hobbes, i make fingers pop
And you could never, get what the kid capri got
Before i blow up, my man you better show up
Cause once i'm finished with you, you're gonna throw up
I get respect, i teach 'em, and then correct
You're out of order out of style like a mock neck
I'm gettin papers, while you suck now or laters
I wear a silk guess denim, and alligators
So go ahead chump, i'm not the one son
I grab the mic and wax that booty like a shotgun
I'm not frontin, or fakin, or 'fessin to ya
I'm kid capri, so let that be a lesson to ya!
Punk, you know my style
Don't ever try to front kid, cause you know my style
On the down low, you know my style
Oh man there go my main man spud luva for the troopa love crew
He got it goin on
There go shabar, she she got a little flavor right there
Money mark, silver d, lords of funk, kool v in the house
Knahmsayin, pushin kid capri
My main man the brother (？) bizzzzzzzz markie
My man kool v in the house
That's my man grand daddy i.u.
Knahmsayin, diamond shell, dapper jay, they got it goin on
My main man the chief rockin starchild
He in the house, he got it goin on
My man the world famous busssssssy bee
He kickin flavor, yknahmsayin？
Everybody doin this for the do
Puttin flavor where it's supposed to be
The kid capri is outta here like last year
And i'm gone, see ya!
Cause you know my style
You know my style.. uhh! c'mon.. woo!
Cause you know my style.. {＊echoes to fade＊}
9.Whisper
10.Joke's On You Jack
(the joke's on you, jack ) --＞ l.l. cool j
(ha-ha-ha)
Oh you (you) started somethin new
Sorry, that is somethin that you're used to
Keep quiet, cause kid capri is teachin this
Sure you think i slept, but only if
We can conclude this matter
But your last feelings will still be the same
(the joke's on you, jack)
Yes, it's on you, jack
Don't understand？ then let me explain
How i can get funky like this all day
You really didn't think that this could be done
Step into my path, you will feel the wrath
How many take me out？ none
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Swish (swish) lords of funk from the foul line
Boom-bammin, slammin like a alpine
I know you hate us, but you better think ahead
You try to dis us - you're dead
For no reason at all
You made yourself look like a crumb
Man, you flipped, mouthed off with the lip
You ended up bein kid capri's son
Take your dukes, punk, show me what you got
Then maybe you can fit in with the rest of the rookies
(the joke's on you, jack)
You wanna make a bet？
The lords of funk is the hip-hop bookies
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Break it down
(the joke)
(ha-ha-ha)
(the joke)
(ha-ha-ha)
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Silver d (silver d) take it to the breakdown
Money mark, please scratch to the northbound
( ＊scratching＊ )okay, that's enough
D and mark, he's beefin, call the kid's bluff
( ＊scratching＊ )
Oh man, you never heard it this good
You wanna battle？ do you really think you should？
You got a crew that like to start trouble
But in the end they get bust like a bubble
Now, you should get taught some manners
Come into my party and act polite
Talk to the cuties and dance with some honeys
And don't you come here lookin for a fight
This is a party and not a warzone
So open up your eyes, then maybe you'll see
I'm bad like rambo, sort of like commando
What's my name？ (the kid capri)
Man, i'm a bone-breaker, pounder like a heavyweight
A rap teacher, here, let me demonstrate
Better than ever, i'm tougher than leather
Gotta make sure lords of funk stay together
To rock violators one by one
(yo man, why you do that, kid capri？)
Cause it's fun
Stay away, close is prohibited
Gettin dissed, well, how could you live with it？
You're broke, you're weak, you're starvin, you're hungry
You're lost, you're gone, you're dissed
You are so mad, you're angry, you're upset, you're hurt
And you're steamin and you're fumin and you're pissed
You're ready to rob and steal, kidnap and kill
Rape a woman with a bat
Now let me make sure that you understand
(the joke's on you, jack)
Hah, the joke's on you, jack
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Man..
You!
Hey, the joke's on you, jack
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Come on
11.Pay Attention
Oh that'll work.. word.. ssssssmooth!
Oooh, this one goes to all the coolouts
All the old schoolers, all the new schoolers
My name is the kid capri, with the lords of funk
And we gon' smooth it out like this, bust it
Make it real mellow, bet it be smoother than a cello
And while we're at it, rest in peace to (？)
Now make it real cute, make it sound like a flute
It's gonna drop, just like a parachute
I can't wait to see my name on a marquee
They're gonna put it right there where it should be
I'm gonna blow up, and man i can taste it
And anyone that don't like it - face it!
The kid capri is goin to war, and that's the truth
I gotta prove to these suckers that i'm bulletproof
I'm playin low key, for a little bit
In the studio, tryin to make a hit
I work for hours and hours and days and days
Thinkin about all the cash this pays
But nevertheless i gotta, be the best
I gotta, dress to impress, and have a girl with the guess jeans
On her behind, the girl is so fine
I love the way she light the candle when we, wine and dine
I electrify minds, exterminate suckers
Play a little music at the games, the ruckers
Be on the court, playin what they're taught
Once it's finished i'll be chillin in a fly resort
Now many, have tried to diss my face
Cause the girls, stare, when i come in the place
I'm not braggin, but i gotta say that i'm great
The more you see me is the more that you a-ppreciate
My talent, superb expertise for rap
And everything that goes with, including your clap
Cause i'm strong, my strategy is highly talked about
And i'm takin no shorts, i'm goin all out!
I despise those guys that come in my face
And say i'll battle you, any time, any place
I just - shake my head and say, 'mmm yeah right'
But it's a whole different story once we're on the mic
I'm not sayin i'm the best, but i never fall
And i serve crab rappers like it's nothin at all
You know the dope sayin easier said than done
Well i did it, it was easy, and i had fun
Doin what i like, takin brothers off the mic
Cold slammin over parties with the rhymes that you like
Need i say to the crowd as the system kicks loud
Just as long as i can keep your body movin i'm proud
The sound we supply make you people keep in step
I wanna make sure, the syllables connect
And you think about a battle, well how could you win？
You never wanna come across, the lords again
And money mark is a in, the house
Without a doubt, money mark is in the house
And my man silver d, he got it goin on
He won't steer you wrong, cause the brother got it goin on
And the kid capri is definitely in effect
The man kid capri is definitely in effect
You ever try to diss i just might get wreck
The man kid capri is definitely in effect a word up
And biz mark, he got it goin on
And my man kool v, he got it goin on
And the dj doc, he got it goin on
And my man troy outlaw we got it goin on
My man the don, he got it goin on
To my man kid d, he got it goin on
And the troopa luv crew, we got it goin on
And it's the lords of funk, we never ever ever steer you wrong
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
It gets fresh get fly, we get on down
Lords of funk baby doll we're the talk of the town
And that's for those that like to cool out
In the old school, the new school
Whatever school, with all the schools
Yknahmsayin？ we do all that, we can do all that
But there's one thing i must say before i go
Rest in peace to my man jigga g
Rest in peace to my man jigga g
Comin from the immortal words of dj kid capri
Rest in peace to my man jigga g
And rest in peace to my man poppa duke
Rest in peace to my man poppa duke
Sounds so sweet like somebody playin a flute
Rest in peace to my man poppa duke, word up
And i'm outta here.. c'mon!
12.Don't Sweat Me
13.Step Off
14.Shout Outs
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