Funky 97 - Five Fingers Of Funk

Funky fresh tracks I'm strapped with a pack 
Pump the real rap false crap to the back 
I stay true to the vibe and the flavor the old school 
Gave you what all others lacked 
Integrity contained in the grain of the lines 
Artistic expression conveyed in the rhymes 
Critics dismissed it and dissed it and wished it would die 
But it lifted and strengthened the mind 
Now the nineties are here so have fear it's getting washed out 
All the original vibes are being tossed out 
Taken from the streets and jacked for the beats 
These companies are weak their songs incomplete 
They seek to sell hip hop but instead they disrespect it 
Dissect it use what they can sell and then neglect it 
Everywhere I turn I find a sucker with a rhyme 
Not an M.C. 'cause an M.C. knows the time 
Rap is popping up like toast from coast to coast 
They try to boast that their style is so dope 
But it won't last a round when the real sound macks 
"For all the pioneers I'm going way back" 
Go back... to the Funky 97 
Lyrics have been kicking hard from day one 
I wake around noon I squint at the sun 
Consider all my chores each day I catch more 
Throw on my drawers before I get the job done 
I step out the apt. without delay 
Walkman pumping "It's a brand new day" 
I'm gonna meet the keen-one when suddenly I see some 
Ducks in a truck playing "Ice Ice Babe" 
Down upon my ears my worst fears had ascended 
I guess I must admit that at the shit I was offended 
They proceeded to park stepped in the minute-mart 
I thought to myself "The situation is splendid" 
I stepped up to it and began to analyze the 
Scene in green I tagged my name "Pete Miser" 
Wide strokes in green dripping down the hood while I&#