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    Funkadelic Relic

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    Funkadelic Relic
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      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "Funkadelic Relic"

      Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

      James Todd Smith and nine years old
      When Sugarhill was in control
      I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get sold
      I set my demo in a silvia-treated me cold
      Time flew cause I was gettin' my shit off
      Sixteen-now it's about the time to set my first hit off
      ("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
      But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
      Can't Live Without My Radio drops
      I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box
      Rockin' the bells like a madman
      Dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first $50,000
      All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
      A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
      I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip
      I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school, SHIT!!

      ("Todd, get upstairs and take out that garbage")
      And its the funkadelic relic
      Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      And its the funkadelic relic
      Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      Its the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

      I wasn't tryin' to hear it cause I'm bad
      When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad
      I Need Love, that means I need a girl to love me down
      I dropped the pretty style cause rap was gettin' ugly
      I waited a year for the results, I'm triple platinum
      We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
      I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
      Trippin' them up, that was my style, but everybody bit it
      Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavor
      Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
      Puttin' out Till Da Break Of Dawn, tell me what sucker?
      Cops harass me Illegal Search motherfucker
      I'm just a brother makin' jams now I got a name
      I still remember chillin' with my pistol on the train
      I'm sayin' two to this I'm representin' hip-hop
      Admit that I'm the man, its time for me to get my props

      Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
      Yeah, (bring in the funk (uh) baby, bring it in, bring it)
      Come on man!

      Mama said to knock 'em out I knocked 'em out the box
      I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
      There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
      When all the punks on top of everybody else, but
      In '92 and '93 I'm makin' history
      The largest motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery
      The baddest rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy?
      I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me
      I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy does it
      Thought I was Going Back To Cali where I knew I wasn't
      I sent a Murdergram, solo in a black van
      I'm claimin' knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
      Mr. Goodbar lickin' all the rough stuff
      I'm kickin' down your door with condoms in a rudder-put
      You wanna find me come to Farmers Boulevard
      And you can hear me eat them up, just ask for Todd

      Uh, and I'm the funkadelic relic
      Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
      Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
      Yeah, I'm the funkadelic relic
      (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it, uh)

      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      (bring in the funk)
      (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
      (bring in the funk)
      (bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)

      SONGWRITERS:
      WILLIAMS, MARLON LU'REE/SMITH, JAMES TODD
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