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(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)

James Smith when nine years old
When was in control
I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get
I set my demo in a Silvia treated me
Time flew 'cause I was my shit off
Sixteen now, it's about the to set my first hit off

'I Need A Beat', it was a on the DL
But every I did a show my name was misspelled
'Can't Live My Radio' drops
I'm down the door-crushed cool box
the bells' like a madman dissin' me
Event-flippin' the then I made my first 50 grand

All I wanted was a pencil, a gold
A money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm sleepin' late, no money damn, I'm late for school,

Todd, get and take out that garbage

And it's the relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
And it's the funkadelic relic,
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)

I wasn't to hear it 'cause I'm bad
I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and start to get mad
I need love, that means I need a girl to me down
I dropped the style 'cause rap was gettin' ugly
I waited a for the results, I'm triple platinum
We know the presidents are by who's sackin' 'em

I'm that type of guy poppa wasn't happy with it
Tripplin' 'em up, was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh flavor
Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the is major
Puttin' out till da of dawn', tell me what sucker?
Cops harass me search motherfucker

I'm just a brother makin' now I got a name
I still remember chillin' with my on the train
I'm two to this I'm representin' hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, time for me to get my props

Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the relic, yeah
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)
on man

Mama to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box
I got a to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all the punks on top of else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm history
The largest motherfuckin' street, ain't no mystery
The baddest rapper ever born, you I'm crazy?
I heard your albums' kinda warm, that shit phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now that doesn't sound so easy it
Thought I was going back to where I knew I wasn't

I sent a Gram', solo in a black van
I'm knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
'Mr. lickin' all the rough stuff
I'm kickin' down your door with in a rudder-put
You wanna find me to Farmers Boulevard
And you can me, eat 'em up, just ask for Todd

Uh, and I'm the relic
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)
Yeah, I'm the funkadelic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)

Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, bring in the
Bring in the funk baby, bring in the
in the funk

Bring in the baby, bring in the funk
in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it