Open your eyes see the sight you never saw
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Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore
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The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together
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Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather
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Open your eyes see the sight you never saw
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Run your jibs to your man till your jaws get sore
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The Funkmaster, the Abstract, we come together
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Stand tall through all things either good or bad weather
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The ghetto style and the ghetto behavior
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We got the shit for the foes and the neighbors
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The house of the elite you know we keep shit street
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Really raw like you never saw before, check it Pah
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The Funkmaster, wack MC's they get plastered
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My man is faster, my shit be out before it's even mastered
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So before you even think about a fuckin scrimmage
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Take your heads out the clouds and realize we'll diminish
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Queens keeper, flexin not a street sweeper
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Written in town, Scram Jones in your speaker
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Top notch vocal child the microphone or the scuba dives
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during the night, and no we ain't the frog
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of highlighting, the jam with experience but still fresh
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The vibe of Tribe Called Quest, you can't fess
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Or fraudulate, I gotta make these chickenheads wait
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About to cop this tape, hop in my whip and skate
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So hit your nearest location, support your hip-hop nation
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And the Flex Foundation
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For the pockets, we gettin niggaed you can't stop it
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The Abstract the Funkmaster Flex the main topic
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So niggy yo you got to hear it better yet to believe it
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Cause you can't retrieve it or deceive it
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And yo, you got to understand the rhyme
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The Funkmaster Flex that's a true man of mine, check it out
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Yo yo yo
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Say word
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Shouts out to my motherfuckin man
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For the Boogie Down, on down
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The Funkmaster
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Rippin shit, hook it up
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Freestyle - Q-Tip
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Funkmaster Flex |