Martial Law

Martial Law
And the flag was still there
Waving on while we dance...
Boosting the bass volume to a deaf range
Crackin a bottle of champagne
They exchanged lyrical gratifications verbalized in the form of a toast
Its gonna take Martial Law
Curfew aint gonna get it
Its gonna take Martial Law
Were used to funkin after hours
Its gonna take Martial Law
Curfew aint gonna get it
Its gonna take Martial Law
Were used to funkin after hours
Funk is dead is what they said
While sittin round cheatin at pool—smooth
Bags baggin and they werent braggin
To tell the truth they were lookin real cool
They were choked up tight in their white on white
Cocoa brown fronts were down
They wore candy striped ties hangin down to their flies
Sported gold dust crowns
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Before I shrivel up and die
Let me tell you a little story bout the FBI
The CIA, LAPD of the USA
Ask em why I list em
Talkin bout that system
Let us take a look and see whats up today
Theyre takin away the rights from the people, thats wrong
What did King say 'Cant we get along?'
Beat down by the man whose check he paid
Stacey Koons was just a drop
In the bucket full of wicked cops
No fire hose could wash that blood away
It was the fifteenth frame of a straight pool game and they all stood diggin the play
With an idle shrug they suddenly dug a strange cat movin their way
He was a medium built cat with a funny type hat
Looked about five years old he wore a messed up ****
He needed a shine, he shivered as if he was cold
Ah, but to all the other guys, they summized
The dude was a motherfunkin flunky
But the well-trained eyes of how the mother ship flies
You could tell the sucker was funky
Homeboy grinned as the dude moved in
Askin had they seen the doc
They said they hadnt seen him but heard he was fiendin
He had went to the studio to cop
Ah, but if you got eyes coppin size I can cop the P Im in the flow
LPs, CDs, cassettes and 8-tracks all good to go
But you got to post bail, my mans wholesale,
Hes the only connect I know
Flash me some bread the brother said
Freeze here while I go score
Well I got the bread but Im leary, he said
Im playin with the big band you know
Homey had plans to burn the man, to take his money and blow
But then he hesitated, ah cuz he had underestimated
Now hes got to do the real show
He said I can cop a piece on a small time lease
You dont have to put up no ends, find you a stump to fit your rump
Ill sure back in ten
Ah, but as the brother stepped off up crept another brother
Yo grab yourself a stick
Said the little man Im not a throw off worse yet Im a show-off
As he chalked and broke the ***** with his D**K
Runnin the three the five the seven and twelve
Blood said yo mama and the fifteenfell
With combinations of English and bankin
He cued up to break rack three
Yo, lookin over his bridge past the ball to the figure near the wall
Strokin his stick, sayin hold my thing while I go P
Its gonna take Martial Law
Curfew aint gonna get it
Its gonna take Martial Law
Were used to funkin after hours (repeat)
Its gonna take Martial Law
Curfew aint gonna get it
Its gonna take Martial Law
Were used to funkin after hours
Taking the cue from the man in view
He followed him into out of sight
Where upon he paused or rather he stopped
Pressin the rewind then play on the beat box
The funk was a phony, a fake and a fraud, bootleg copies to boot
Not funk with a P on it but funk with a 3 on it
Now comes the time to salute
He says heres to beggin duplicatin and bootleggin
Heres to the funk on which Im high
The man made a pass, flashed a gold colored badge and said heres to Im the FBI
Homeboy grinned as he said my friend
You want to make an example out of me
Cuz I stole a little funk and I sold a little bunk funk
Some pervert rapes your daughter and goes free
The man said with a grin, thats not why you lose and I win
If youre gonna steal the funk steal the motherfunkin P!
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Its gonna take Martial Law
Curfew aint gonna get it
Its gonna take Martial Law
Were used to funkin after hours
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