Funkorama Redman

[Intro]
We, hah!
This is Funk Doctor Spock!
As we look, at our clocks
We gonna take you, on a ship to another journey
To the Darkside
Hah, we've conquered, new evidence, that there is life

[Verse 1]
My funk prognosis make my brains comatose
One hundred percent funk runs bloodstreams through your nose
I don't have to be Madonna, to make your eyes freeze
Visine's for eyes when you smoke the Thai weed
For this, you need a journalist scientist
Keep your eye in this, funk cosmical, far from logical
I blow the spot up in any hood and boondox
Make the bully of the block move and get new locks
Now who kicks that phenomical, astronomical? Uhh
That's my nine in you; feelin' nauseous? That's my rhyme in you
I swing funk like nunchucks, my game's death
That's cool when I blind fools like Kareem Abdul
Hot like Worchestire, sometimes I get more higher than Cheech
My funk speech make words wear sun visors
I'm gettin' down with the funk in your trunk
Def Squad's in the house for *95* for all you punks