Songtext von Get The Funk Out!

steppin' into this world to make it my own got a pocket full of nothin' and some personal loans someday our faces will be gracin' the pages of rolling stone you know we're racin' to the studio to record with jerome i'm sick of these piddly bitches with their radio hits steadily switchin' up their style thinkin' that they can get rich i got speakers pumpin' energy, servin' up the melody here we go, it's ballyhoo! rockin', rhymin' remedy oh, there's got to be somethin' better and all my life right place, wrong time still think it's beautiful ready to rock the mic and show these people what's up but all the lack of funds has got me really thinkin' i'm stuck and i'm starvin' for the chance to put this scene on the map and when you look at it, you see that aberdeen is in tact nobody ever told that it'd be easy, believe me ain't gonna tease, i know my rappin' is cheesy FO-SHEEZY! but just say FUCK IT and believe what you do don't let nobody tell you different if you know it's the truth