Intro: Large Professor 
Now, I've never been one to knock the next man for gettin' his
You know what I'm sayin'? (Right, right)
And I do realize that Hip Hop is now a form of showbiz (Uh huh)
But this has always been somethin' with which you have to be true
So in the year of 1992... (Now, this is how we do!)

At the age of 19, heard the scene
A lot of MC's that do not come clean
Speakin' on dealin' hard times in rhymes
You see 'em in the streets and you see no signs
Of the hell, and they get on stage and tell
Some old cornball war story, ring the bell! (Word!)
You're fakin' the funk
Talkin' that extra hard junk, you're probably a punk
And I'ma let you know
That this way, you just don't cut with the artificial flow
Neek the Exotic breaks backs and necks
When fakes try to front, they get smoked like blunts
My rhymes penetrate like skunk
Ayo, word up, I think they're fakin' the funk
You're fakin' the funk! (You're fakin' the funk!)

You do a song about a current event
Get on television and be hesitant to represent
And that's what we call (Fraud!)
You can't kick the streets with a "Look, I sold out" award (Word!)
And everywhere has streets
That's not tryin' to hear a happy rap 
Over the same stink beats
'Cause times are real and I can't feel
Puttin' bullshit down on the reel to reel
Now, I'ma let you know
With those weak style of raps, it's time to go
I eject rejects that step
I'm a vet' ready to snap your neck
I shine and rise at the same time
The mastermind of the sport called the rhyme
Now it's time to dump chumps that front
(Ayo, Professor, what's up?)
You're fakin' the funk! (You're fakin' the funk!)

The era of the wack MC, is gonna get shut down
When the Main Source stomps through your town
'Cause we just don't play the role of a clown
And keep things jumpin' with the real, rap, sound
So, to all the people stealin' beats (You're fakin' the funk)
To the crossover rapper with the pleats (You're fakin' the funk)
To all the chumps that's claimin' the streets (You're fakin' the funk)
To the rappers frontin' gangsta feats (You're fakin' the funk)
To the girl actin' like a prostitute (You're fakin' the funk)
Sportin' that hokay suit (You're fakin' the funk)
To the rapper with the big space suit (You're fakin' the funk)
To the rappers that doesn't pay dues (You're fakin' the funk)
'Cause, Exotic and then you're torn with the hyper tone
I can't be blown because my rhymes are hard like stone
So, prepare for the scare 'cause I'm you're worst nightmare, punk
'Cause you're fakin' the funk, 'cause you're...

Main Source | Fakin' The Funk (1992) Cool Out Mix

Mmmm, I'm back for the payback, black
Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack
Its the mutherf*cking Compton psycho
So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo
You'll play the bitch and I'll play the pimp
Then I'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast
Cause to the homies you just don't hit
Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit
Geah nigga, I just won't quit
My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit
Try to diss fool and I'll shut you down
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown
So now I gots to break my mutherf*cking foot off
In your ass because you came back too soft
They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2

Now watch me f*ck up your program
And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherf*cker
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood
Always up to no good
I need to peel a cap, so I kill some
Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun
You come fake, f*ck with Eiht, you gots no clout
Keep talking shit as I buss your f*cking mouth
Now fool what kinda move was that?
I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt
Claiming my city, oh what a pity
And the way you shout out just sounds shitty
So nigga, slow your mutherf*cking roll
f*ck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole
So gather up your homies, him him and him and you
Geah, its the duck sick 2

I dont beleive it, another mutherf*cker
On the rap shelf done f*cked hisself
Just squeezed in like a bitch
I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch
I just can't figure
How the punk ever think he could f*ck this nigga
You're short, shorter than short, sorry punk
Still blast that ass when the Ides got me drunk
Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking
Too soon punk or Eiht'll start f*cking
Your weak old shit that won't last
You won't hang as I slap your bitch ass
So get ready, cause its your mutherf*cking calling
You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling
Geah drop to your knees, because we ain't through
Get a grip, do it Quik, the mutherf*cking duck sick 2

We outta here

Main Source | Fakin' The Funk (1992) Cool Out Mix

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