Funk Freakers - Intellectual

[Verse 1: B-Real]

Let me introduce myself

I'm the one who rules the set

So don't you forget

Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' to push buttons

But you ain't nothin', no frontin'

I bring the level up a little louder

In the clubs, in' the Jeeps, an' the after hours

Fools on the street wanna feel the funk

Lookin' for the 'skunk', that's what'cha want

Ya betta, sit back an' let the track flow

Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo

Rhythms upside'cha brain, can ya hang, can ya maintain

Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins

Get'cha fix an' a bag of tricks

In tha mix I got the stix an' stones an' few bricks

I'm gonna hit 'em high

He's gonna hit 'em low

Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow

On, an' on 'til they're all gone

Fools be runnin' but they won't last long

[Chorus]

I'm the freaka

[Verse 2: B-Real]

People always wanna get what you got, no matta what

Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt

In the quest for the crown

An' the jewels, an' the cheese

Motherfucker please

Enemies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts

But, I rip their sorry ass apart

In a minute, I can take ya to the limit

Temperature risin', nasal high zen

[Verse 3: Sen Dog]

Comin' back in with the lows, for the foes

Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody who oppose

The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill cliqua

Blowin' a hole in the speaker

You don't wanna diss the Perro, the Real One, or the Guerro

Slangin' rhythms thro' the ghetto

Ya best keep ya ass in check

Come on little muthafuckas betta show respect

An' what's next, the big brown takin' ya down

How ya feel (how ya feel punk)

When your sorry ass can't hang with the Hill

[Chorus]

I'm the freaka

[Outro: B-Real]

Can ya feel the effects of the Chocolate Thai

Nobody even knows how I kick the flow

Slow down, 'cause ya comin' up too fast

Ya might get smacked down 'cause ya got no class