Funkmaster Flex Freestyle - Q-tip Lyrics

Freestyle - Q-tip Lyrics

Open your eyes see the sight you never saw

Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore

The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together

Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather

Open your eyes see the sight you never saw

Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore

The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together

Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather

The ghetto style and the ghetto behavior

We got the shit for the foes and the neighbors

The house of the elite you know we keep shit street

Really raw like you never saw before, check it Pah

The Funkmaster, wack MC's they get plastered

My man is faster, my shit be out before it's even mastered

So before you even think about a fuckin scrimmage

Take your heads out the clouds and realize we'll diminish

Queens keeper, flexin not a street sweeper

Written in town, Scram Jones in your speaker

Top notch vocal child the microphone or the scuba dives

during the night, and no we ain't the frog

of highlighting, the jam with experience but still fresh

The vibe of Tribe Called Quest, you can't fess

Or fraudulate, I gotta make these chickenheads wait

About to cop this tape, hop in my whip and skate

So hit your nearest location, support your hip-hop nation

And the Flex Foundation

For the pockets, we gettin niggaed you can't stop it

The Abstract the Funkmaster Flex the main topic

So niggy yo you got to hear it better yet to believe it

Cause you can't retrieve it or deceive it

And yo, you got to understand the rhyme

The Funkmaster Flex that's a true man of mine, check it out

Yo yo yo

Say word

Shouts out to my motherfuckin man

For the Boogie Down, on down

The Funkmaster

Rippin shit, hook it up