LORDS OF THE UNDERGROUND – CHIEF ROC

Lyrics

*Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'*
Verse One: Mr. Funke
Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka
Rock it down so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca
For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh
Think I won't curse I'll break down and say puta
?Hey madrigon sesa me bichafi mi chocha?
Say what I want because I'm that type of guy
Now fam a lam I'll be damned, slam jams the weak
Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?
Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze
No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes!
Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock
?To think I'm the troop, when on the mic?
?I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid?
?Like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh!?
The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
"That doesn't make no sense!" C'mon who cares?
See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin to knock me
I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk
Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin man
I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down
Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown
Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun?
I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke, uhh
Verse Two: DoItAll
Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk
Whew! And it's smellin up the hip-hop
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap
I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge
I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars
I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe
I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if
I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief
The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf
To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy
hip-hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop!
I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues
R&B ya see, all that's cool, but
hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at
Even back when I used to break on a box
Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin
Before I had a record, I always kept em clappin
Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock
I always entertain, by diggin in my crux
My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain
I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain
Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump
And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front
*Lord Jazz cuts 'The Lord Chief Rocka, number one Chief Rocka' 4X*
Verse Three: DoItAll, Mr. Funke
[DIA] Ay Mr. Funke
[MrF] Whassup?
[DIA] Can I get assistance?
[MrF] For what?
[DIA] For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut
Well back is the backer, I'm chillin with my knocker
And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
[duo] what goes up, must come down
[DIA] But not me clown
I cut em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin
So jump in, and watch your earrrs start hummin
through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak
[MrF] Well damn DoItAll can I rock?
I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin
The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin
But they don't understand how I feel about the funk
I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
So now what do they say, when I'm walkin up the block?
Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka
*Lord Jazz does his thing again until fade*

Paroles (Traduction)

Lord Jazz coupe et gratte "Chief Rocka"
Couplet Un : M. Funke
Boom shaka laka yo, voici le Chief Rocka
Fais-le descendre, alors saute de la pointe, tu n'es pas mon pote
Pour un type plus tranchant pour combattre, faire dire aux gens ooh ahh
Je pense que je ne maudirai pas, je vais craquer et dire puta
"Hey madrigon sesa me bichafi mi chocha"
Dis ce que je veux car je suis ce genre de gars
Maintenant fam a lam, je serai maudit, les faibles sont battus
Serait-ce l'herbe qui nous rend si funky?
Maintenant, attends, laisse-moi choisir, ça ne pourrait pas être l'alcool
Non, ce sont les chaussures (les chaussures ?), ça doit être les chaussures !
Parce que les filles, elles regardent, elles restent là à observer
Alors je dis boom shaka lak, attrape le microphone puis rock
"Penser que je suis le groupe, quand au micro ?"
"Je le dirai, ce ne sont pas les spectacles, mec"
"Comme ivre et grognon et un son sur quelques uhhhh !?"
Le Chat Chapeauté et la souris ont monté les escaliers
"Cela n'a aucun sens !" Allez, qui s'en soucie ?
Même sans le don, c'est le tien, alors ne cherche pas à me descendre
Je dis ce que je veux dire, tant que ça sonne funky
Certains MC voulaient m'acheter, alors ils essayent de prendre position
Mais ils ne comprennent pas, je suis l'homme putain
J'étonne et stupéfie, rythme en haut et en bas
Frapper un groupe d'entre eux, leur faire savoir qui porte la couronne
Qui est le top du top, la crème de la crème, le meilleur sous le soleil ?
Je suis le Lord Chief Rocka, numéro un, M. Funke, uhh
Couplet Deux : DoItAll
Eh bien euh, boom, shak-a-lak, j'ai les saveurs, le funk
Whew ! Et

Thématique Hommage

Style Rap

Keywords Hip-hop, Newark

Entités normées K-Def, Marley Marl