Neva Faded

In here we're the Lords of the Underground
 Straight from Jersey
 Kickin' nothin' but mad flavour
 From the underground
 And it goes a little something like this
 For you punks
 DoItAll neva faded
 Supreme C neva faded
 Funkyman neva faded
 Lord Jazz neva faded
 Marley Skills neva faded
 DoItAll neva faded
 Funkyman neva faded
 So check out the styles we create
 In this corner we got the brother with the braids in his hair
 The real nigga with the ill grim reaper stare
 5 feet 8 inches 210 pounds, kinda chunky
 The brass monkey junky Mr. Funke
 I'm tired of all these whack rappers Always Into Somethin'
 You need to mind ya business, ain't nobody asked you nothing'
 See I'm not getting' played by another mans greed
 Don't take me for a chump, cause I'm not scared to bleed
 I heard you say that Mr. Funke's gonna dis your ass
 Let your boys gas you up and now they miss your ass
 You're just mad cause you couldn't give the crowd what they want
 Niggas rhymed about my show like it's the first of the month
 I got everything locked down in the area
 Rippin' everything from Japan to America
 Peace to Peter Beggar you you got it goin' on
 And I'm out (Why?) Cause I'm too sexy for this song
 Marley Skills neva faded
 Supreme C neva faded
 Funkyman neva faded
 Lord Jazz neva faded
 Marley Skills neva faded
 Peter Beggar neva faded
 DoItAll neva faded
 So check out the styles we created
 Well you're lying boy cause I'm faded off the monk
 But not off the emcees cause none of them can touch me
 I squeeze my d with these ways of a key
 And sometimes comes a verse that I usually sing like
 I'm that brother straight from the under
 My name is DoItAll but you can't be my lover
 Well stop I'm not a rap singer, I'm a Hip Hopper
 So y'all get the finger, special guests on my show
 Is the nigga from my way
 And I ain't changed my area it's still north NJ
 I'm still from the bricks with the funkload of tricks
 But I brought my man to flip that other Jersey script
 Hence the parle with Marley to slap asses in the hallway
 "Uh onetwo" so let me hear you go HEY
 So fuck what you heard cause this brother is absurd
 You cock like a doodle and you mocking like a bird
 I'm still that real nasty brother from the block of one nine
 Who will barely play you to for some brass monkey wine
 So uh wind it up, hah
 Cause with one third of this funk you be poking out your eyes
 I'm back on the stack of these fabulous raps
 That I'm spiting real quickly then my teeth with gat
 I be the lord of the under, I go back to my roots
 And if you don't know the bio, Chief Rocka was the proof
 Supreme C neva faded
 DoItAll neva faded
 Marley Skills neva faded
 Rated R neva faded
 Peter Beggar neva faded
 DoItAll neva faded
 Lord Jazz neva faded
 Supreme C neva faded
 Special guest on my show, he can flow, he can flow
 It's a brother on my show, he can flow, he can flow
 Special guest on my show, he can flow, he can flow
 It's my brother on the show, he can flow, he can flow
 The way I be eatin' niggas up like Jaws
 Scare you up until you bleed through your pores
 Follow you home then I kick down your door
 Run up on that ass, put your brains on the floor
 Think about it before you step to me chief
 Filled with grief and prepared for any beef
 Much too high don't try to enter my mental state
 I deflate any fat rhymes that you make
 So break or get kicked like soccer
 Mess ya like hofa or get broke off proper
 A smooth move to you move like subtraction
 Packin' a Mac 10, prepared for action
 I represent the hostile and wild
 A funky child, my style flow like the Nile
 My mic is burning back up don't touch ya
 I'll crush ya like the break down in Russia
 Don't test the lyrical styles I possess
 Protect your chest from the best with the vest
 Schemeless cause many murders make a mess
 It's the stress that got me bucking' like the west
 Tell me who's next to move up and get bruised up
 Mad crews that get choosed but won't move up
 Listen and react to the man
 Supreme C
 And the C is for command
 Flippin' the script like the script should be flipped
 If I need protection, it's right on my hip
 Boom bye bye oh I night
 Hear your Mums cry when you lie
 In a casket covered from your head to your toe
 Your body flow up like the smoke from the endo ay yo
 Aight I kick flavor, wave ya pistols in the air, make a prayer
 And just relax and sit back and listen to the way I react on the track
 Funkyman neva faded
 Lord Jazz neva faded
 Supreme C neva faded
 Marley Skills neva faded
 DoItAll neva faded
 Rated R neva faded
 akaginyo neva faded
 Jam C neva faded
 Peter Beggar neva faded
 Styles P neva faded