Lords of the Underground — Here Come the Lords

[Verse 1: DoItAll, (Mr. Funke)] Ayo, Funke, wake up! (Huh?) Turn your radio up! (What?!) It's us! (It's Us!) Yeah, listen to the cut, it's our style! (Our style?) Your style (Stop brother) Ayo nigga wake up, let me show you somethin'! Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases Listen, listen, it's drivin' me crazy 'Cause everytime I do a style and flip it kind of simple Brothers say, "That's phat" and do it on the demo From a demo to a promo, now a hit on the radio Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video (Same one?) Same one! Concepts, whole nine And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme I'm not worried though (Why?) I'm flipping hits from the grill And in the underground only real stays real, so umm Check the skills, the skills are kinda ill and yo Here Come the Lords, cause we're here to make a kill! [Hook] Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! [Verse 2: Mr. Funke, (Marley Marl)] Ayo, Marley! (Ayo, what's up knocka?) Do you hear these suckas trying to clock the Lord Chief Rocka (Yeah I hear 'em, they're just a bunch of clones on your bone) Hold up, I'm trying to figure out where could they get my style from Ayo, wait a minute, remember the tape you shopped around a while back? (Yo what, wasn't that your boys?) Now they got our stuff down pat! (Yo man don't sweat it, just show 'em why they call you Mr. Funke) (Yo Lord Jazz, pass me some of that Brass, Brass Monkey) Here Come the Lords, Here Come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me? I told you we were coming, you suckas didn't believe me The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper I'm hanging other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper Lord Jazz Hit Me One Time, make it funky Stop being stingy knocka, pass that Brass Monkey I step off a stage, everyone knows who I am Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I Jam (oh Jam) Give me the mic and watch me wax that ass Keep the camera moving 'cause I'm kinda fast You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip But you'll never ever rip, Funke style as good as this Because you sound like you're drugged, you might as well be a singer Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down Just dig the sound, cause here comes the Lords of the Underground [Hook] Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! [Verse 3: DoItAll] Well um, open up the doors and yell "Here Come the Lords" Yell it loud, yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd I packs 'em, In the Closet like Michael Jackson And love to hear the girls go "ooh!" when I'm rockin' So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it And caught you on the dillz from my jam called Check It Check it, check it, check it, check it, microphone check it Yeah, you went wild, 'cause your moms digs my records So come on, I'm taking you where the sun don't shine The underground, but everything is fine I rhyme copacetic, unless it gets hectic Your vocal chords'll get cracked, you gets no Chloraseptic So hit em, so chill, chill man chill I know who used to be but now who's Top Bill' Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky We stink, like pee-eww, funk from a shoe But what about this funk can two brothers like us do? But get down like James Brown and rock the whole town Hah! And now The Lords have broke ground [Hook] Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! Here Come the Lords! [OUtro] *scratching* Here Come the Lords!