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Funk In The Blood
04:08
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FUNK IN THE BLOOD
To the corn fields Flint was kicking 'DZZ
Out to the boonies the Motor City pumped JLB
It's six o'clock and it's time to rock
we rock non-stop till seven o'clock
That's seven o'clock in the morning suckers
(Time for The Scene)
Rollerskating jams, everybody soul clapping
I can do my thing in action , Say What?
That's what's happening
Living on the mothership, come on along girl , drop out
This is it, it is here, what it is, right on , far out
If you got the funk deep in your blood
You gotta use it, you did not choose it
If you feel the stank down in your thang
you gotta swing it, go on and bring it, fool
Now go find the beat on the One
Freddie Boom Boom Washington be jiving Kotter
Remember Coolidge wanted to be a Globetrotter
Thelma had sumpin' sumpin' just like she should
You better back up sucker , I feel good
The coolest honkey ever, White Shadow, Ken Reeves
The mighty mighty Pisces gonna bring ya to your knees
Duane Rog and Rerun, They'd all be feeling us
Gladys danced the line with Don Cornelius
Don't do the crime, keep you eye on the sparrow
If you can't do the time and the going gets narrow
Salami, Reese and Haywood singing that shower jam
Keep your head above water , take them waves when you can
Esther, Fred and Grady, their school was truly old
Seeing Venus Flytrap ease on down the road
Digging Richard Pryor albums when your cousin be out
Everybody want to be a bad muther shut your mouth
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2. |
Papa's Train
03:39
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PAPA'S TRAIN
Sexy Mamma you look so good tonight
It's been so long I'm like dynamite
set me off mamma, light my fuse
Cause I got nothing but sugar lovin' for yous
You can her me calling, ease my pain
take a ride on Papa's Train
Your mountains and valleys are just too much
foxy thing I'm begging for your touch, cause Mama
I bought you a ticket to
a ticket to ride on Papa's Train
I bought you a ticket to
a ticket to ride on Papa's Train
Your kiss is the sweetest sin
the moonlight pours over your skin
My queen, your touch it makes me shiver and shudder
you cut through me like a hot knife through butter
I like velvet and lace but this
this ain't about money
It's about hot chocolate , brown sugar, and lickin’ up honey
I'm your pilot baby, it's time to fly
I'm gonna put your star back in the sky
Oh my sweet lady
you're working so hard for your man
bringing home the bacon and frying it up in the pan
But mamma, now papa's got something special just for you
Climb on board mamma, tell papa when you're through
Oh I got a sweet love I can't contain
Climb onbord , take a ride on Papa's Train
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3. |
Wighead's Bread
04:20
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WIGHEAD'S BREAD
Wighead drive your Pontiac
S'got fresh rubber and a luggage rack (it's on the back jack)
Just engage your cruise control
Stretch your legs and let that Grand Am roll
Makin' time on the John C. Lodge (that's the number 10 my friend)
Shiftless Gary's waitin' in his Dodge
Practicin' his next excuse
While he chugs another deuce y deuce
Now Brother Gary in his last few precious moments
did recline his bucket seat and eat some pumpkin seeds,
the bleached and salted.
The ones he didn't eat
he started pitching out the window
at a lame and mangy crow,
he laughed, it squawked when it got pelted.
It was a wicked waste of time
A bleachy salty taste of crime
Come on Wighead, give it to him straight
Hand to neck and let the salutation wait
Simple words of broken ways
Brevity is key on judgment day
Now Wiggy say," Gravity will tug on what you took,
Blood for bread transaction cleans your book."
Slow and clear so Gary gets it all
Then cock your gavel back and boom, boom, boom
Let the hammer fall
Now when the muzzle flashed
the mangy crow he shrieked and dashed away.
He flapped his broken wing, it
made him spin around the alley.
So Wighead used the last few seeds
to tempt the hapless bird into his pistol range.
It trembled there, he aimed to still it's palsy.
And his mercy bled like rain
Black feathers over alley drains
Don't you be careless, don't you make a mess
Bread, bread, bread,... Wighead's bread
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4. |
She Bumps
03:29
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SHE BUMPS
Step back, Get off the shelf
It's a New Day, you gotta get right with yourself
Come on Baby Brother
Come on Little Sister
You gotta get up and work
what the Good Lord gave ya
You will stop and spin and she will drop ya
Mama gotta get funky with your Papa
She says it all without saying it
Like Hot Chocolate on my Banana Split
She Bumps The Rump
Come on girl, you shake and you move
Your curve, motion, your mass and groove
He will jerk out of control
We know the honkey, he ain't got no soul
We step and jump, so damned pathetic
Just give me room to keep it copacetic
Don't ya'll care, it's a freak attack
Just cast off, you ain't never coming back
Sweet sugar baby plays a funky song
Jive turkey get up and get your groove on
Come on baby baby , come on baby baby
Just work your thing , that's right
Biochemical and magical
She's a ticking bomb tonight
Freak and grind and bump and shake
The thing's that make good lovin'
Coming at you like a freight train
It's been a long time coming
The Get Down Express, it stops just outside Chicago
She's sweet as the cream on a sticky hot role
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5. |
Forever X Infinity
05:45
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FOREVER X INFINITY
I'm standing at half court, see you staring across
In your leg warmers, Jordache jeans and strawberry Bonnie Belle lip gloss
My hair's feathered back, sporting some brand new Pumas
Skinny black leather tie, rocking my faded, ripped, tight, Calvin Klein jeans
Michele passed a note with your number, but I never did call
And there's the rumors about me and Tammy at the makeout wall
You keep hearing that I ain't no good from all your best girlfriends
But foxy thing , this thing we got transcends
It's Friday night now, way late after school
I know ain't nobody love you the way that I do
Come on girl hold my body tight
Rock with me sugar , around side to side
Sweet thing we got it going on
Come on girl hold my body tight
Love me so right tonight
And Forever X Infinity
Now our eyes meet, but only for a glance
I step across to you and apply my cool advance
Now our bodies are barely touching, we forget to breathe
My hand slides down the small of your back, your hair caresses my cheek
My daddy's cologne, Love's Baby Soft and cheap hairspray
The DJ's playing a sweet soul jam by Morris Day
Everything fades away, we're alone in the universe
My lips meet your lips, this sweet kiss is the first
Come on girl hold my body tight
Rock with me sugar , around side to side
Sweet thing we got it going on
Come on girl hold my body tight
Love me so right tonight
And Forever X Infinity
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6. |
The River Robin
03:30
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TITLE: RIVER CALLED ROBIN
Robin made her way to the river one day
She stood mesmerized diamonds danced in her eyes
Seemed it was this stream she had plunged in a dream
She drank the silence there, hushed her earthly care
And the river played chase these sun gems round the bend
And the river called her name
As the morning cast split star flotsam on the waves
The river called her home
The river cooled the sand and it chilled the stones
Brushed against her toes and kissed her ankle bones
Gently traced her calf then a brazen splash
The mist caressed her lips and her lovely hips
And the water shed tears upon that rooted shore
And the river cried her name
Icy river drops rolling down her tepid shins
Crying out to take her home
A ripple stole perfume from an iris bloom,
rolled it down the hill, held it still
At the crest of sweet Robin’s breast,
mixed into her breath, she drew it down
Over tongue, filled her lungs.
Robin knew this time; she had heard its chime
In the rounded stones, in the sun chapped bones
She fell from all things, with unfolded wings
She began to fly in that rippled sky.
And the river made ways that sauntered through her day
And the river danced her home
And the robin gave all her sweet breath to the wave
And the river was her name.
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7. |
Unholy Moans
04:05
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UNHOLY MOANS
His broke ass in Boston
On streets of a lost sun
Cracked sidewalkin' chump change
And clouds ripe with voo doo rain
Hot flash, purple lightnin'
Half beached whale, half siren
She called him to enter
And brothers, he had no choice
And we got jacked, the bus window cracked
Hey where's Daddy's sack and Keith Riles' axe?
He took them on a Sunday
For an E-Z pawn Monday
But night plays it's own game
And Fate grabs the street cat's mane
He opened the case and my heart began to tremble
He poked on that bass and the walls began to rumble
A fire and blue haze, soundly throttled by the sweet hum
A bastard of Hades conceived upon his eardrum
And He got jacked, That bass attacked
It shook his bones With unholy, deep unholy moans.
Now funk in his blood runs
Dark plasma vibrations
He plucks on those thick strings
No memory of worldly things
The time has done passed him - He's old and he can't see
He’s near to my low end - Subwoofer for his coffin
Yet nose on the grind string - Blind servant of the bass king
And Sisters there was no choice
The slave of bass
He plays the driver's pace
It shook his bones
With unholy
Slave of Bass
Driver's pace
It Shook his bones, with unholy
Deep unholy moans...
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8. |
Key of the People
06:30
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9. |
Shakin' in the Boon
05:24
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SHAKIN IN THE BOON
Come' up poor Mississippi
Delmar was a shanty town
Hungry and poor, you know
they fed their soul on the music floatin’ 'round
Stole guitars from the pawn shop
Alva Greensmith taught 'em in the choir
And when the sheriff come asking
you know Keith Riles is a natural born liar
Headed to a shack in the deep swamp
all them critters be getting down
They headed off to Biloxi
with a funked out cajun sound
Burning down the house on a hot summer night
Alfred Whittington in the room
Eight weeks later they were nation-wide
Everybody was Shakin In The Boon
Then up to Chicago wit Willie Skeets
The Fab Birds, The Trina Evans 5
When Skeets got 'em in the studio
Everybody felt the thing come alive
In The Valley - In the Valley of Funk Ya'll
You know Catfish liked him cocaine
And Joey Rhoades into white horse
Keith was just gone, Ju Ju Bean was all wrong
and Coot was in his bottle of course
Through the shakes , withdrawals and the hookin'
You know the swamp was just calling to he
Like a baby in the arms of his fat mama
And she was singing Just A Closer Walk With Thee
In The Valley - In the Valley of Funk Ya'll
They goin' way back home to Delmar Mississippi
To the shack down by the swamp
Cause Mama's on the roof
They be Shakin' In The Boon
Make you body move , make your foot stomp
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10. |
Sweet Baby Rays
02:58
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SWEET BABY RAYS
Original, hot n spicy honey hickory
Chef Larry perfected the family recipe
Outta Schiller Park, brothers Larry , David, and Mike O'Brien
Can't beat 'em in a rib cook-off, but everybody's trying
Home-grown Chicago, its premium Gourmet
It’s all natural , It’s so sweet and tangy
in the condiment aisle of your local grocery store
Once you get a taste momma, you got to taste some more
Brush the tip on your breasts and thighs
That barbecue will bring your taste buds alive
When you find yourself by Chicago way
pick up some Sweet Baby Ray's
fastest growing sauce in the USA
all natural, so sweet and tangy
Sweet Baby Ray's (Barbecue)
The Sauce Is The Boss
By word of mouth Ray's spreading far and wide
Named for brother David, shooting hoops on the west side
It’s simmered so right, so smooth and so thick
some folks be saying its a sweet taste with a kick
Taste of Chicago, they're the BBQ guru
in '94 the SBR took 'em to the moon
Honey if you ain't tried it, I'll testify that you should
Its so very good, so very good from the wood
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