Let the Funk Flow

Let it flow

Let it flow

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 arosen

I pick your card and your name has been chosen

Not all about line uppin' 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 the lockin' around the tick-tockin'

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

Let it flow

I got more gas to keep me pumpin' just like Getty

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

Strictly biz, no time to slip

'Cause when it's time for some action, transform to Michael 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

That sounds frightening

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

Let it flow

Blast off and off you go

We usually take off fast, but now we take off slow

I would say Bon Voyage, but I'm not leavin'

I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin'

So I will stay, if that's fine with you

But I won't leave until the party's 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 slide in your glide

EPMD them goin' nationwide

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

And 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 one who's in as if we was fishin'

'Cause in eighty-eight, no, wait I think it's too late

'Cause in eighty-seven you bit on the old bait

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

Let it flow

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

With the rhymin' on the mic while the beat rocks steady

Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy

Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock 'n' roll

Drink a six-pack, maybe MIller or Strohs

That's not the move, it's about hip hop

The loud guitar 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 nothing wrong with me, it's something wrong with you

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

So let the funk flow

Let it flow

Yo, this beat is sort of funky

Man, I ain't worried about it

I know it's funky

Let it flow, flow, flow, flow, flow