in the motherfuckin' air Smoked out with niggaz from north New York to Montclair I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms 'Cause I got soul like James Brown
to jam 4 you, everybody get up I just want to jam 4 you I just want to jam 4 you, get on up "Get down, get down, on down", like James Brown plus I get
it, track for track Dangerous Crew style Ant Banks, let me flip this one more time Ya ready? All you brand new rappers got a new flow You ain't samplin' James Brown
you can't pay it, keep movin' on I'm into somethin' that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples Better stick with the James Brown
addicted to my dopefiend beat Whole town fucked around and started smoking D Every rap I ever made was about this town I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
me, rappers like me make real hits Rappers like you talk bullshit, I told my boys there's a new Funky drummer in town, you're trying to be like James Brown
accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets
In other words, the police Say it, say it like Pac the police Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown
can see I'm different G The universal magnificently I rock the party efficiently From the Brooklyn but centered to And I do it so lyrically That you got to give it to me Like Rick James
You said turn the other cheek there's a better world waitin' for the meek In my head these words remain from Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk Reuben James
been through the week Did you book my airline flight assistant Terry? You'll get no record deal actin' like Neneh Cherry Back to work don't flirt Give me them passes to the James Brown
Do or Die", we specialise in hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches If it's on, it's on, regulatin Player hatin, run your organisation like a poem Put that down like James Brown
It?s a real bad time for black celebrities They lockin' everybody up Michael Jackson, James Brown, Tupac, R. Kelly OJ Simpson, Mike Tyson, Kobe Bryant
've been thinking of leaving but I can't raise a buck James I'm wondering could I borrow your truck I said that's why I'm here Got no other reason That
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
even when it ain't 4th of July it sound like pyro You smart enough to creep then lay your dumb brains down The pound'll spin you around like the young James Brown
(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took
me, taking a chance Boots caught up on someone's shoulder My head the melon, the floor the boulder Had to keep on singing That's what James Brown would