[from the end of the last track] This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo, comin to ya' live 1996 to 97', Funkmaster Flex! [Redman talking] I got tic tacs
[Big Punisher] It's my life, my money, my world, my girls TS electrify the sky like the Third Rail Want me to fail cause you on my dick But as long as
that Yo what the fuck y'all lookin at? Let me ask a question, Rock where the fuck is Brooklyn at? (Over here) Got my nigga Funkmaster Flex always hookin
[Mike Tyson] Get acquainted to the one and the only The future, hip-hop king Forever, the Canibus... (The Funkmaster Flex is coming!) [Canibus] Yo, yo
m still gonna bring it to your chest My throat'll recoil as I bounce the ball, I can never fall Now I got you open like the mall With Funkmaster Flex
[Fabolous] Fabolous, Funk Flex Vol. 4 niggas c'mon it's gettin hard to dodge the women but I'm still pitching hard white balls faster than Roger Clemens
Yeah yeah It's Funk Flex y'all With Com Sense bwoy Understand it's a rapture Volume three the final chapter Ain't nuttin but that b-boy thing goin on
(Erick Sermon talking) Ah, yeah yeah yeah Funkmaster flex yeah the final chapter Volume 3 understand that squadron; Das Efx, Keith Murr Redman, and Nocturnal
ask the nigga, "The FUCK is you be sniffin?" Cause when it come to riffin, I am the riff raffin Gots to say nuttin, niggaz know they get had Motherfucker, Funk Flex
E. Badu on Funk-master Flex, Volume III baby [Badu - singing] Peace and love to you I be Miss Badu And my love overthrows And all the niggaz know (hahah, whoo!) And Funk-master Flex
linoleum, just get the petroleum Gas em like helium, tell him that I'm feelin him Two weeks later, payday I'm peelin him Uh, Funkmaster Flex (Funkmaster
[Eightball] Mic check one two baby, y'know Eightball in here baby, bring it down one time [Flex] Yeah.. yaknahmean? Big shout to my man Tony Draper Big
Boy (Foxy Brown) Yo (uh huh) Don Pooh (yeah) '97 (uhh) Hah (Firm) Pretty Boy '97 (new shit) Fox Boogie '97 (Fox) Yeah (uh yeah) Funkmaster Flex (yeah
Yo, yeah, uhhhh Yo whattup? Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon The matador of metaphor Mista Keith Murray Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex Word up Got the Squadron
my motto, don't wait for Lotto get your cash Don't borrow, no skills lead to sorrow You'll be livin in a bottle I rhyme like there's no tomorrow.. *Flex
like that GangStarr, y'knowhatI'msayin? Funkmaster Flex Now till forever baby [Funkmaster Flex scratchin] "Funkmaster Flex" - Redman "Funkmaster Flex" - Guru "Funkmaster" - ? "Flex
So with that hoo-bangin life [Funkmaster Flex] Y'knaw mean, cause that's the way we keep it moving, baby. [Ice Cube] Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex
(Keith Murray) [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this piece I'ma set off like this, check me out Now who's these