Let The Funk Flow Lyrics by Epmd

Let The Funk Flow Lyrics

    [parrish smith]
    Relax while i tax, or you can just max
    It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
    Poppin much junk, now the time has arose-n
    I pick your card and your name has been chosen
    Not all about ?line-opin? or the stick up scene
    "let it flow!", you know what i mean
    I'm the pmd, in the place to be
    Clock rhymin and i lock ya, around the tick-tocker
    Suckers steady clockin at the same time jockin
    So a brother like md takes a chill and lay low
    Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow

    [erick sermon]
    I got my girls to keep me pumpin, just like getti
    Use the same fuel as mario andretti
    Kickin butt in the beginning all the way to the end
    He drives, i rhyme no matter what we win
    I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
    So if you real, it's no time to slip
    Cause when it's time for some action, check on the mic-hael jackson
    Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin
    Let the mc's know that i shock like lightning
    They mess with the e-double-e, i sounds frightening

    [parrish] so let the funk flow
    "let it flow!"

    [erick sermon]
    Blastoff, and off you go
    We usually take off fast, but now we take up slow
    I would say ?bamba yards?, but i'm not leavin
    I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin
    So i will stay, if that's fine wit you
    But i won't leave, until the party is through
    So while i'm here, let me get funky
    Fiendin for the rhyme (like a four-deuce junkie)
    Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
    Epmd them goin nationwide

    [parrish smith]
    While the bass is steady pumpin and the beat be like thumpin
    You lose your cool, then you start jumpin
    You're out of control, and i'm right on track
    In seconds later i work the bone out your back
    To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
    We like to hang, torture then slaughter
    All sucker mc's, who proceed to intrude
    E said (let em slide), say what but i'm in the mood
    For dishin and dismissin, all those who don't listen
    Reel the ones whose in, as if we was fishin
    So in eighty-eight, no wait i think it's too late
    Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait

    [erick] so let the funk flow
    "let it flow!"

    [parrish smith]
    Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
    When the brother pmd is on the microphone
    The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
    To go off beat, and come back on time
    To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
    And when it comes to do this, very few remain
    People on my jock for the rhymes i invent
    Dip in a phone booth just like clark kent
    Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
    Chillin hard, with the p on my chest
    Rhymin on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
    Throw a funky fresh rhyme and mc's fetch it like freddy

    [erick sermon]
    Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock n roll
    Drink a six-pack, maybe miller or stroh
    That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
    The love that y'all playin and screamin had to stop
    Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
    For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
    I hear the girls out there sayin e is hot
    That only shows you what juice i got
    And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
    There's nothin wrong wit me, it's somethin wrong with you
    So let the funk flow
    "let it flow!"

    [parrish] so let the funk flow
    "let it flow!"

    [parrish] yo, this beat is sort of funky
    [sermon] man, i ain't worried about it, i know it's funky
    "let it flow

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