Lyrics:

[Chorus] S-H-I-N-I-N on the funk And listen to the emcees rhymin on the funk We solemnly swear to never bust a style that's bunk So listen to the way that we're rhyming on the funk [Shock G] Now we would like to ask you Have you ever heard this style befo' You gotta say no Cause there ain't no denying And if you say yes you're lying People are always wondering What's up with the Underground Are they down? Or is just another new sound We're saying things And when we use a beat we use it right Cause we're not just playing things Spitting rhymes Like a Tommy gun spraying things So when you see us onstage Don't just stare us down Or compare our sound To any other crew ya like Yo, judge how ya like [Chorus] [Money-B] Riding this like a roller coaster Hugging the curves and dipping Like I'm supposed to do For the Underground troupe Cause I know I'm the poop Steaming hot Stinking up the dance floor Gonna do it freelance For the funk, my friends And all the others in the industry They want to get with me (Shock: Why is that, Mon?) Maybe it's my smooth flow They know this guy is dope So they get hip to the style I'm using It's called Raw Fusion Ain't no time for ego-tripping Let it be known There'll be no slipping on mine Cause all I want Is a chunk of this Underground funk [Chorus] [Shock G] Yo, Money-B [Money-B] What's up cold Shock G? [Shock G] Check it out, would you tell the people what we mean [Money-B] What do you mean what we mean? [Shock G]-acap