Lyrics:

Yeah Yeah
its Funk Flex Yall
with Com Sense Bwoy
understand Its A Rapture
volume Three The Final Chapter
aint Nuttin But That B-Boy Thing Goin On
from Chicago To New York To All Over
, Yall, Yo, Check It

rap Warlord, Stay On Point Like A Scoreboard
ended Up With A Foot In Your Mouth, Wishin For More Doors
i Walk Through The Corridor Of Fame, With Nothin
but Game, This Shits A Game, Rhyme Mission
to Educate And Entertain, After Rasheed
dont Shit Remain But Afterwash
my First Joint Was Aight, Second And Third, Tight Like Shanda Lox
or Puff And The Lox The Name Coms A Paradox
deliverty Of My First One I Coach Like Landit Cox
dont Like A Cat That Handle Rocks That Ran In Spots
ask D Why My Video Aint On The Box Yet
styles Similar To The Hustle, Cause You Cant Knock It
an Unidentified Object, To The Third Optic
in Battles I Leave Niggaz On Top Of Each Other Like The Projects
not Knowin The Science Behind It, By It They Were Blinded
my Book Of Life In Five Rings Are Binded, What

yeah, Yo, Yo, Yo, Its Com Sense Yall
uh, Uh, With Funk Flex Yall
yeah, Yeah, Its Volume Three Bwoy
yeah, Yeah, And For The B-Boy
yeah, Yeah, Yo, Yo
we Gonna Get Down, We Gonna Get Down