[singers]   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down      [king tee]   Huh, for your convenience I'm fully equipped with the madness   Plus I bring joy to the sadness   Mr. insane chose to bring the noise   I flex out the best out, and I brought my boys   For the function, wait bring the pumps and the bumps in   Niggaz wanna trip I got pumps in my trunk then   I rule all I survey, bust a move   Ain't nothin changed but the God damn groove   I bring forth fat shit on the money   Homies wanna trip but I'm chillin with the honies   My girl (? ) and nikki nicole, gets papes   I brought sable just for old time's sake   The real ruler wrecks records, I mean wrecks wombs   But now I got the psychadelic tune   I dedicate this to my true black sisters   Niggaz bump this while they rollin on them twisters      [singers]   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down      [king tee]   Yo I told you man I don't play around with the music   I'm funkdafied, blowin up acoustics   I'm rather remarkable when I kick the matter   Skilled in the field of rough grammar   I electrify and intoxicate the moment   I branch out and crush my opponent   It's +super nigga+ in the skies, wild mannered   Reportin on the sound, you got to gets down   Like I toldja, and peep you can write it in your book   Cause, yo - that's that shit with that soul train hook, yeah   The blackness gets stronger, the soul gets deep   Make room for the alkaholik sheik   I persist to be the infinite all-time great   I'm told that my name gained weight   Since the past, so hell, let me take it on the blast   Yo yo, pass the rug before I bust my ass      [singers]   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down      [king tee]   Hey nig bust the funk, I feel somethin comin   +tales from the crypt+ or I might just be buggin   No propoganda, I stand outstander   A +outkast+, like them kids from atlanta   I perform microphone exorcism on rappers   I cast out the demon from them bastards   And oh nikke, you did the track, what's the plan?    Step to the mic and show these hookers how to slam      [nikke nicole]   Flash for a style, nikke is the picture   Open as I enter, I'd like to send a   Track that's fat, constant non-stoppin   From brooklyn to compton, my shit is stompin   .. I like to parlay on the ave   Every now and then smoke a blunt, sip a heineken   I know a king named tee, tha alkaholik   "i can rock a rhyme no matter how you call it"   Produce hits from the bassment   I make loops, if they're used, I replace 'em   Nikke nicole, the soul sound, bring the whole crew   We can all get down..      [singers]   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down   {*fades out*}