Lords of the Underground Chief Rocka Lyrics
            *Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'*
        
            Verse One: Mr. Funke
        
            Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka
            Rock it down so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca
            For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh
            Think I won't curse I'll break down and say puta
            ?Hey madrigon sesa me b____afi mi chocha?
            Say what I want because I'm that type of guy
            Now fam a lam I'll be d___ed, slam jams the weak
            Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?
            Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze
            No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes!
            Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
            so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock
            ?To think I'm the troop, when on the mic?
            ?I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid?
            ?Like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh!?
            The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
            "That doesn't make no sense!" C'mon who cares?
            See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin to knock me
            I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk
            Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
            But they don't understand, I'm the m_________in man
            I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down
            Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown
            Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun?
            I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke, uhh
        
            Verse Two: DoItAll
        
            Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk
            Whew! And it's smellin up the hip-hop
            A little bit of this, a little bit of that
            Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap
            I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge
            I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars
            I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe
            I s_____, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if
            I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief
            The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf
            To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy
            hip-hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop!
            I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
            R&B ya see, all that's cool, but
            hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at
            Even back when I used to break on a box
            Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin
            Before I had a record, I always kept em clappin
            Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock
            I always entertain, by diggin in my crux
            My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain
            I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain
            Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump
            And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front
        
            *Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka' 4X*
        
            Verse Three: DoItAll, Mr. Funke
        
            [DIA] Ay Mr. Funke
            [MrF] Whassup?
            [DIA] Can I get a__istance?
            [MrF] For what?
            [DIA] For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut
            Well back is the backer, I'm chillin with my knocker
            And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
            [duo] what goes up, must come down
            [DIA] But not me clown
            I cut em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin
            So jump in, and watch your earrrs start hummin
            through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak
            [MrF] Well d___ DoItAll can I rock?
            I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin
            The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin
            But they don't understand how I feel about the funk
            I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
            I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
            I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
            So now what do they say, when I'm walkin up the block?
            Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka
        
            *Lord Jazz does his thing again until fade*
        
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