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Five Minutes Of Funk by Whodini
Now the party didnt start till I walked in  
And I probably wont leave until the thing ends  
But in the mean time, the in between time  
If you work your thing, then I'll work mine  
We came here together so we could have fun  
Me and you baby, goin one on one  
Now this is the last chance for us to get off  
So either get loose, or you aught to get lost  
Cause Im just about ready to do my thing  
Cause Im the stone cold, New York, Rap Machine  
Im 'a give you what I got, and baby thats plenty  
You'll never have one that rocks so many  
Im 'a make you wet and make you sweat  
Just to see how funky you can get  
Now when Im on the mic, I do serve well  
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil  

*Four minutes left*  

Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear  
Get ready for a trip through the Atmosphere  
Gonna take you for a ride through the Twighlight Zone  
I dont need a space ship, I use my microphone  
So hold on tight, with all your might  
Cause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the night  
Its Jalil yall, your master rapper  
And when Im on the mic its a sheer disaster  
Cause MC's crumble when we rumble  
Some think Im soft just because Im humble  
So all you MC's, I hope you're real good listeners  
Cause in this battle, Im takin no prisoners  
Im slayin MC's right on the spot  
Cause Im the the master of the Rap, the doctor of the Rock  
The Jack of all Trades, The Master of One  
And the thing Im at, is called havin fun  
We got three minutes left to rock this funk  
To separate the good stuff from the junk, so  
Get in the groove, and feel the sound  
And once you're inside, spread yourself around  
From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom  
Come on Master Dee, get funky while we got em  

*three minutes left*  

Me and my partner, from the start  
We usually get together, after dark  
Sometimes to rap, Sometimes to sing  
In the Summer or the Winter cause it aint no thing  
And ever since I first came round  
Side by Side, We'd throw down  
We came here to this here place  
To serve you all right to your face  
Because this jam here is our show stopper  
We didnt wanna do it but I guess we gotta  
We're the men of the hour, makin the ladies scream and holler  
To hot to trot, To sweet to be sour  
Im gonna set the record straight  
And I hope that it is not too late  
If you want the best, I wont settle for less  
Put your money on me, Im your best bet  
Come on,  
One for the treble  
Two for the Bass  
Three for the ladies  
Four for the plaid  
Five, minutes of funk, this aint no junk  
So pull your bottom, off the tree stump  
Ladies real pretty, from city to city  
But now we're gettin down to the nitty gritty  
From the bottom to the top, the top to the bottom  
Im gonna rock em, while I still got em  
Our rappin shower has style and power  
And this, is our disco hour  
I dont know what all of you have heard  
So its up to me to spread the word  
About the man that we feel has got to be real  
Our crowned Prince on the wheels of steel  
He goes by the name of Grandmaster Dee  
So if its alright with you, its alright with me  
We gonna rock you people's minds with ease  
With some help from the Maestro, if you please  

*one minute left*  

*Im sorry, your five minutes are up, please begin your ending, or your volume  
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