[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up! [Mr. Funke] Huh? [DoItAll] Turn your radio up! [Mr. Funke] What?! [DoItAll] It's us! [Mr. Funke] It's US?! [DoItAll] Yeah listen to the cut! It's our style! [Mr. Funke] Our style? [DoItAll] Your style [Mr. Funke] Stop brother [DoItAll] Aiyyo n***a wake up, "let me show you some-thin!" Listen to the way they flip the metaphors and phrases Listen, listen, it's drivin me CRA-ZY Cause everytime I do a style and flip it kind of simple Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio Next thing you know, they'll be doing our video [Mr. Funke] Same one? [DoItAll] Same one! Concepts, whole nine And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme I'm not worried though (why?) I'm flippin hits from the grill And in the underground only real stays real, so umm Check the sk**s, the sk**s are kinda ill and yo Here Come the Lords, cause we're here to make a k**! (Here Come the Lords) 7X [Mr. Funke] Aiyyo, Marley! [Marley] Aiyyo wha**up knocka? [Mr. Funke] Do you hear these s**as tryin to clock the Lord Chief Rocka [Marley] Yeah I hear em, they're just a bunch of clones on your bone [Mr. Funke] Hold up, I'm tryin to figure out where could they get my style from Aiyyo wait a minute, remember the tape you shopped around a while back? [Marley] Yo what, wasn't that your boys? [Mr. Funke] Now they got our stuff down pat! [Marley] Yo man don't sweat it, just show em why they call you Mr. Funke Yo Lord Jazz, pa** me some of that Bra** Bra** Monkey [Mr. Funke] Here Come the Lords, Here Come the Lords, Mr. Funke don't you see me? I told you we were comin, you s**as didn't believe me The Skipper, my Lords style stick like Jack the Ripper I'm hangin other rappers like your girl hangs on my zipper Lord Jazz, hit me one time, make it funky Stop being stingy knocka, pa** that Bra** Monkey I step, off a stage, everyone knows, who I am Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I _Jam_ (chicka, aawww, Jam) Give me the mic and watch me wax that a** *horn sample* Keep the camera moving cause I'm kinda fast *horn sample* You can trip, you can flip, you could even slip or dip But you'll never ever rip, Funke style as good as this Because you sound like you're drugged, you might as well be a singer Your whimsy couldn't touch me if your name was Sticky Fingaz So when I come around, don't try to be down, don't try to be down Just dig the sound, cause here comes the Lords of the Underground (Here Come the Lords) 7X [DoItAll] Well umm, open up the doors and yell, Here Come the Lords Yell it loud yell it loud, let me hear it from a crowd I packs em, _In the Closet_ like Michael Jackson And love to hear the girls go OOH when I'm rockin So catch it, no stutter in my flow but I wrecks it And caught you on the dillz from my jam called _Check It_ Check it check it check it check it microphone check it Yeah, you went wild, cause your moms digs my records So come on, I'm takin you where the sun don't shine The underground, but everything is fine I rhyme, copacetic, unless it gets hectic Your vocal chords'll get CRACKED, you gets no chloraseptic So hit em, so chill, chill man chill I know who used to be but now who's _Top Bill_ Well it's me, and yes, I am back by the Funke Marley filled the House with Hits so you know The Lords are chunky We stink, like pee-eww, funk from my shoe But what about this funk, can two brothers like us do But get down like James Brown and rock the whole town Hah! And now The Lords have broke ground (Here Come the Lords) 7X (Here Come the Lords) 7X * Lord Jazz cuts n scratches 'Here Come the Lords' *