The Funk Show: Soul Savan DePaul

[Intro]
Yeah...yo...yo...yo...yo...yo...
Some funky shit to kick your way...
Funky type shit....
Welcome to the Funk Show
We got the funk...
I'd like to personally welcome you to the Fat House
So welcome... C'mon in, everybody
Yeah, c'mon...c'mon...

[Chorus]

[Verse 1]
People, I'm 'bout to spit that Rakim shit
I'm about to lyrically sock him, kid
These rhymes are toxic
If I see Drake, I shadowbox him
This is a project destined to explore the topic of alien optics
Shattering your nostrils and creating optical illusions
The alien's so shocking that it's firing rockets
Lobbing larvae in your pocket
Locked in the vessels- the mothership and dropships enter your city, bomb it
I kick back to watch it
Transmissions while explosions rock it
Hyper be my logic
You've never seen Aliens? Well, this is the cost, kid
Facing a xenomorph- you already lost, kid
Don't dip me- I'm caustic
You already lost it
Everybody jump- everybody get lost