K-OS: Funky Country

Verse 1:Mic check, never eva lose the respectOf hip-hop, roamin the streets in the meccaI don't suck and jive and I don't dilly dallyI keep the crowd hyped and packed like Don ValleyI rally, with the emcee on the cornerBut I'm a warn ya, I've got rhymes till the mornin'Son, I used to push a Land RoverNow I push a pen to the pad, the dream is overStop biting cause it's incitingNeed to send blows of flows and beat ridingThe most spec - tacular venacular actorThat ya'll, bringing stature, combat your, egoBut even that is a battleSo hard to keep my motives pure and not metalRebels, without a cause, break lawsBut I'd rather break food over the beat for the applauseTours, I get em'Holes in the game, I knit em'I wonder whatever happened to sally in the valley (mmm, hmm)Hmm, seems shes all grown up,Time to head to miskoky cause the games sewn up.Chorus:I've been tryin to learn this new songBut I hear the same ol' music every dayHey, hey, hey,To the, to the, to the, to the,Gonna fly with her to the YukonGonna melt my soul on ice then get awayHey, hey, hey,Hey, hey, hey.Verse 2:
Yo, people here I am, here I am, whatLaid back in the cut, tryin to constructA stone house, with an invisible mirrorSo I could take a look at myself a bit clearerSeen, if you don't get it then don't cramObserve that you do, then you can understandI was walkin' down the street when I met this girlWho said she was in love, with diamond's and pearl'sShiny new rides, plush leather seatsBaby don't you know you're just reacting to the streetsActing like a freak cause your daddy left homeNow you wanna rock in a man with his ownBangs, girl get off the bling blingTrain, is turnin our people into insaneFienes, for cellular phones and blue jeansWhy? Because they want a piece of the pieMy abilita familifa, a quicker mindBut I need to proceed deep with a god speedEnvy, wack emcees get the gongK-dub lookin above with new songs.(Chorus)I don't wanna know, how we came to beAll that I've been shown, is there's only you and meHelp me figure out, where this all went wrongI think we need a new song, a new song...Word up, you know what I meanSometimes I, I just ... it's music, it's musicWe love musicHuh, to the, to the, to the,(Fade out)(Fade back in for scratching of the beat to the end)Lyrics provided by Justin Hutch.