Funky Motherfucker, Yeah!

by Louis Mackey

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released 17 January 2010
All tracks written, produced by Louis Mackey, except:

"Telling the Doctor" & "Come On Get Down!" produced by Dr. Quandary.

"You Can't Handle This" produced by Man Mantis.

"The-B-Funk" produced by The Banana Hammocks.

Additional lyrics on "Fantasy" by AnP.

Additional lyrics and vocals on "Filas" by Chris Dizzy.

Original album artwork by Jacob North for Triple Dose Design.

Dedicated to Sarah.

© 2010 World Around Records

www.worldaroundrecords.com

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Track Name: The Lovely Earth
I think if I were told the truth as a younger child, I'd be a better person now.

veteran in his prime, I still have it
the will to spill magic from my gills, illmatic--
you're either asleep or lazy and I'm using that advantage
mind me asking what the fuck you're doing on my planet?
i used to be depressed, smothered with doubt and fear
now I plan to be around for another thousand years
can any one of you really understand the devotion ?
raising the sea levels when one of my hands in motion
i dedicate this, to the basics of which I built upon--
-- to fill the dawn, negating the abyss
i had to step aside and become detach from the customs
there was a hole in my soul that was not patchable with substance
see what they teach you in this culture of war
is that patience is not a virtue, sculpting you whores
marriage is not real, adults get divorced
you have god inside, im just calling him forth
michelangelo, painting an ancient stone calamity
unweaving the subterfuge of judeo-christianity
past withering away with the power of present
and our ability to scour it with just a sentence
Track Name: Not Like Mackey
spit it in intervals, now, listen to the principles
cause you're trying to kill something that isn't physical
change your flow, cause I know you ain't a "pro"
every breath I spit worth its weight in gold--now pay the toll to Charon
scripts are reading like a golden Koran, see
i mold them in calm and they blow till your gone
heres a cross sucker, cause you just might need this
the plight, mic'd fever, call for christ, JESUS!
the aesthetic won't take credit, maimed in your flesh
and if fate set it, then I'm the angel of death
the date that I was live, nineteen-eighty-five
and i guess from henceforth, i've been raising the benchmark
i try to shut up as far as modesty goes (hah)
but i still mark the height to which the waters once rose
look at you fiends, you're begging for a track
but i kidnapped rap and you'll never get it back!

(chorus)
To all of you who think rap is so trite
it's a direction reflection of that of your life
consider the track precocious
cos you can't put it in words like the Mr. Mackadocious

i bring dope to the land when coping with man
roping your fans, so here's your hope in my hand
i open it, gloat and start blowing the sand
apologize to the wish but most of ya...bland
DAWG! get away 'fore i spit a phrase
i'm a threat to musicians that are considered safe
and they know it, so they don't visit the page
but I'm scripting some ways to get their brain in a trap
force the music industry's fortress frame to collapse
that and--most the game, laughing with hump and quan
as we toast to the flames
I shine with desire, the divine song rhymer
my minds on fire
i bet you can do it, go ahead...try to conspire
fuck it...you're never gonna catch up
guess its time to retire...

(chorus)
To all of you who think rap is so trite
it's a direction reflection of that of your life
consider the track precocious
cos you can't put it in words like the Mr. Mackadocious
Track Name: Telling the Doctor
thinkin'...
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
i won't need to write soon cos i fell off the top rung

i'm automatic, dropping static, flow is pure
now let's address some of your broached concerns
yes i did make it to the big leagues
looking for olive branches when I'm shakin' the fig tree
came into the game like a kick to the kidney
shit b! move over signature hit beats
damn i still ain't gettin' any loving in the sack
gotta rap my ass, fuck saying nothing on a track
cussing at the cast cos no one plays their position
running from the man evading conviction
your stereo goes blow when i'm blaring my promo
so cop a couple copies of the serious pro flow
who's funky enough to wake up in your tub
covered in blood with a pocket full of hundred of bucks
..got no range rover, tho you should grope the stacked erection
and i do get hangovers but i don't ask questions

just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
i won't need to write soon cos i fell off the top rung

look duuude, i'm through with the nonsense
oh cuuute, your rap music is conscious
watch out honey drippens, dont get hit with a hook
congratulations, bitch, you finally pick up a book
did that eons ago, now i'm prepared to delight ya
smart enough to be fully aware of my cipher
snap back a bar like a perilous viper
so why come around my if you cherish ya life, bro?
you should find your sister and play her my tracks
catch me double fisting text books on my way to class
processing the pages like a fucking printing press
elder god at your service in the skin and the flesh
evaporate all the liqs and the cans of beer
remember I got pushed off olympus and landed here
all in all, this season isn't my luck
and thats the main reason i stay bitter as fuck, cos..

just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
just the other day I was tellin' the doctor
i won't need to write soon cos i fell off the top rung
Track Name: Funky Motherfucker, Yeah!
as you heard, its the nerd, resurfacing in perfect sync
submerged in ink, immersed in word as the cursor blinks
eventhough you can't see, you know my fervor stings
ever since I learned to think, therapy disturbed the shrink
giving you back your punches that only further your stink
like, "I DON'T LISTEN TO RAP BUT I'M DOWN WITH MURDEROUS INK"
i see your fear-faces cos I always hurt you some
twenty beers later and a flawless verse is done
to murder one, i guess my styles to much to deserve
got the cipher shambled and burn like god abandoned the earth
from angel it just seems, i strangle your kid's dreams
did it in 30 secs or the length of a sixteen
ever since i kicked the door, your poor men fell back
and i have it up here now i'm getting the belt strap
to pelt ass with the assistence of hell's wrath
and the diction and spells cast, infliction that melts drafts (yeaaaaaaaaaah)

funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!

do you take me to be nothing...or maybe real?
the thug appeal, breaking bats and clubbing baby seals
you actors are nervous, cuz such a lack of a purpose
at times makes me the deepest without ever scratching the surface
leaves spines rocked with mine I kinda shock facilities
drop soliloquies and undermine impossibilities
influenced by the greatest, now whose to say i'm tasteless
its cute when you vagrants, try to duplicate my statements
yeah i'm underground, but pursuant the basement
i dust the musk and rust off to elucidate my fragrance
another substanceless track with nothing but fact comprise it
befuddle and made cuz im up in the stats and rising
get excited when i think of what you fags confide in
from staten island to ireland every cats surmising
with all truth, propriety, compute the notoriety
a fluke in a suit, son, i'm a mutant in society

funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!

roger federer match point and i'm swinging a serve
i mean how could you not enjoy everything that youve heard?
I've anointed your hymen, after each joint i'm divining
jesus christ whats the fucking point of me rhyming
your sucking is endless, just come to your senses
winking and giving a thumbs up to you bum-fuck contenders
this game i came at it and now the trough is packed
taking hits of brain matter till i'm off my ass
till i'm squeamish and sick and the demons insist
i keep screaming at kids from teens to the pigs
that "this season you pricks can eat my feces and shit"
then you all can really get a taste of a piece of my gift

funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
Track Name: How I Learned to Love the Beat
(kevin spacey, K-PAX)
i will miss earth, it has great potential


i've got that kind of style that'll ruin your whole day
so monkey proceed, please pursue it with no shame
or reckon, movin through 24 frames per second, spit the truth
whose the best, isn't you, human flesh, rippin through
breast to cuticle as I nest in the booth, perfecting the flukes
though i was never a cannibal, the cleverest animal
professedly a fan of tool, the pestilence damage you
protecting my mandible in this mic profession and cipher sessions
with the right aggression, to be mentioned intangible
standing tall, as i piss off the edge of the earth
never gonna be an album like mackey's for better or worse
so conducive, from the abdominal i spew shit
make your head grove as involuntary movment
with michael jackson i commandeer the smooth shit
oh you didn't know? you're still a queer for askin'
the fearless captain, talking fake rhymes
and still i make mine and walk the bassline with the likes of eric clapton
and embarass the has been's and careless rap heads, i fare the vast winds
till competitor's burst.......

measure the girth of the professor of works
complexity condensed though the sentence is short
in all honesty it isn't fun to see your life plummet in each way
can't find the record cos its double with msp for 500 on ebay...yeah...yeah

catch up to lou? nah, that's near impossible
cos i'm fresh from a hundred years of solitude
so heres the topical, on my path to progression, sucker
i cleared the obstacles
Track Name: Get the Fuck Out
let it be known, you're not suppose to give me the mic device
you shouldn't invite the fight, just consider what it might entice
once again, the smooth criminal, with those shrewd principles
the dude who's digital, will move through your citadel
the literal liturgy and critical epiphany
scripting these litanies and syllable symphonies
as shrill as timpani before they kill with a gullotine
i drill your spleen till you spill the beans, a giant
and no one seems to be trippin' me over
spit like a rude bitch, huge chip on my shoulder
leave me alone, i'm surely not impressed at all
peaceful but i'm about to put murder in my repertoire
i'm arrogant why, well lets examine this
built from absolutely nothing, clutching hand to fist
till i stand as the canvas wiz with some standards, strict
now i'm handing kids back their rancid stanza's ripped
with a red pen, comments state "see me after class...
i need to teach some beats and math and re-examine feature tracks"
see I rhyme over quan's beats and drop some shit
but don't you cocks forget i've also got my doctorate
Track Name: Fantasy feat. Anp
honestly, I'll bet you several hundred bucks
that I could rewire philosophy that sets the structure up
unshackle the arrested ones and crack their wretched cuffs
I haven't digressed but I think I've said enough
got academics so gassed they dropped to the floor
when I go to their class and bash locke and rousseau
dickfaces with tenure get popped in the nose
for not chalking up when its the topic i chose
there no rapping penchant, so come back a second
you get asked a question and stare with a dumbass expression
go out on a limb and say im the illest to rap
can't perform in doors cuz the building collapse
master of my cipher, harvard through chistendom
your shit isnt worth the parchment its written on
carving a system of, scholarly dictum spun
in a intricate web spit in on limitless breath
me and A N P... take the money and split
gonna be running this shit till were one hundred and six
your bodys alive but you're deceased in the brain
couldnt reasonable say we've teaching these days
no ones freezing the reign, foiling the speech or the phrase
its not hot its like boiling grease on your face
we don't need you to wake, if you're sleeping thats fine
cuz I don't know a cats rhyme that can match mine
Track Name: Not Of This Earth
who you mc, peep funky styles devour
throwing records at your dome 100 miles per hour
not a liar, heartless, sending you off on pyres or coffins
some found god but i hired an arson to fire the market
bring violence through walkmen's from alliance to boston
its not cool to go against the grain but fuck it
defiance is awesome
the charges piling up and i'm trying to calm it
these fucking suck-asses got me stressing
and i still buy shots, no matter how good you are i still find flaws
get the wackness off him, you prattle, kid
and my shrinks got the gall to say "thats a problem"
...she doesn't know the half of it
when i'm running through its nothing new to start clubbing you with uncle duke
still ingesting the fluid the illest threats from louis
three people appreciate the skill executed
thinking in terms of infinity
cos I got a morbid obsession with burning the vicinity
like "duck!" you best get the fuck out the way
i'm the best that ever rapped, I plucked out the game
you think you're better, bitch?!
i'll thrust out your brains
leave you with the part, you bumble fuck your days out
i've said it before and i'll say it again
you can recognize talent but none adjacent to my placement on the faces of men
i'm too motherfucking flagrant with zen
to ever be considered a saint in the end
yeah, i see you on stage, i hope you bitches all choke
cuz these vinyl discs slung at your head are slitting your throat
trust me
you will not walk away but have to lose
no chance with the flow rants I mass produce
now don't get me wrong, searching for a lever here
i didn't choose life so your shot was never fair, duck!

motherfucking styles devour, duck!
records at your dome 100 miles per hour
watch out honey drippins dont get hit with a disc
me and doc quan run up and rip it to bits
listen to my shit and you couldnt complain
cuz i'm screaming at kids till they look at me strange
now dont get me wrong, id rhyme for seven minutes
but most of you dumb fucks couldn't divine in it
trust, yo, you wouldn't survive
the thoughts that I graph, you couldn't surmise
irascible son, never learn my lesson
i'm self-taught, melt-thoughts and heard the shepherds
Track Name: Come On Get Down!
from the shadows of the ether, i'm society's best
rare market cuisine, the varieties fresh
stack raps for miles, got files in desks
manage to rise everyday after violence and death
so when my diatribes rhymes, it apprises the rest
apotheosized, imagine the size of my sect
and when i'm stepping on stage, serfs cherish the ground
as i sip shots at the bar, nefarious rounds
what i speak, what is said, i think its fairly profound
pound the clarion sound to burn the terrordome down
i went from promise to threat and got the onerous vexed
tear holes and wear robes from a closet of text
when q's on the beat, i boast a perilous flow
went from rare and unknown to a pharaoh in gold
its heroes of old or so as King Darius told
our speeches will always bury our foeeeees
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

just another day in the lab, when i'm a dominant threat
as i'm reading off the wall, says the carving is blessed
prisms in a panorama, start from Harvard to west
a hologram often ran, so class is always in sesh
better bet there's more in my cache than euphonious horns
as the faculty retreats and moves to the door
electrically engineered, you couldn't prove it was more
i rock the deck when i'm on, so make room on the floor
by the time the lectures over, i'm pleading the fifth
like, ''mr. q's a cartoon, he doesn't even exist"
if you wish to see more, i'll fucking bleed from my wrists
it gets deeper than this, please believe what you wish
lou's obnoxious and loud with his apocalypse now
props to the crowd, i'm out of this marvelous sound

PEACE
Track Name: Filas
check my art show, getting to, steady spew
ill kid, ready to wreck mics, pronto
now this isn't a new thing --you're appear to have been wack
here, study this experiment with syntax
take, sit it down, and you blaze
print it out on the page, observe the structure
the words will cut'cha, like murderous abductors
it absolves me, spiritual
i remember the first I actually saw the miracle
your method of rap, insanely trite
get to making it right or sleep in this waking life, uh
laugh out loud cos i cannot remain sober
every single fuckin' day of my life i wake up with hangover
write bars off the margin onto the table
down the legs of the desk to a naked chest
of a beautiful woman, i get distracted
from splitting rappers head's open, goddamnit
think not with my head, gos i'm always advancing with my penis
cross the line betwixt insanity and genius
rocking a proper flow, i think ive got it yo
its that cocksucking drone dr. schavazio
i breath with a huge, gaping hole in my lung
cuz the son of a bitch has gone ahead and taken over my tongue, one
Track Name: You Can't Handle This
i fall outta control in what i call black tantrums
holding the track ransom with rap phantoms
funkier than fat frets from that Frampton
unless you duplicate me, one upping me can't happen
the rhythm, the rebel, just sitting, disheveled
so listen, the devil, is ripping, the treble
the system is settled, so i plan to shift to a limitless level with a pick and a shovel
i can compress words in any manner i wish
and if you're in the game now you shouldn't plan to exist
we'll take your beats but we're throwing your man to the fish
standards are strict, but your sis looks find to me
world around declares war in times of peace
snorting you flakey rappers up in lines of three
god only gave me a thousand years start timing me
cuz i hurl the facts till your mural is black
i should be around to see your whole world collapse
harass and we rob, a tactical job
after your career, celebrate, tip glass to the gods
never known to retreat, when we're holding the heat
quan behind the bar obsessing over the beat
Track Name: Statement of Purpose
i tend to roll with a horny party
cuz an imp slipped a roofie in my morning coffee
i mean, people get sick to the evil we do
or more like running our mouths, speaking the truth
ugly? heh, you wanna preach a deformity?
your social comfort is defeat and conformity
wanna see something that can make you sick?
play me your song, see this blade to wrist
your claustrophobic flow is a dull ride
so my musical genius close from all sides
the style that i speak is as fly as it seems
to motherfucking dope with the diamond release
i got a knack for the method, involved in the beats
and quan scratching the record, to match the progression
snatch your necklaces
for cash to get blasted as shit after I master the script

my perfect cadence, orbits the grove
and its sync up and laced with the forces that move
unaccountable, cuz i was only a freshmen!
alone and depressed when I was boning your best friend
from the first day i got a kiss, i knew i was not a pimp
but its hard to stay monogamous
i don't mean that you'd choke, but duke
you really believe you'd be loyal if angelina approached?
shit I'd dance to the bedroom, nope
and that's how i answer the question, choke
anyway, back to a day in the life
cos i tend to divert the temperature when i'm laying your wife
my famous advice is this -
another wasted verse, all texted up with sex
no worries, though i'll catch up in the next, dammn

what to do with lou cos i'm weird to the nation
dumbin down just for mere communication
to ears for elation, for years you've been waiting
for someone to swig his beer before oration
i think its nice of me, to make sense
till the days end and my brains spent
all out of motherfucking shape and such
till about 1230 when i re-taste my lunch, I
wake up at 8 because I pass out at one
remember when you fall asleep for six hours
i'm in the library with these scripts devoured
cavort with a group that'll sorta abuse
an image that would the whole Doors look couth
I finish the verse in the order I choose
half a day four in the noon, tore at the saloon
Track Name: Lewd and Lascivious
vicious kid who blew up like vesuvius, lewd and lascivious
its rude to consider this anything removed from the sickest shit
you ever heard in your life, why then turn from the light
bringing heaven to your ears, but they divine it is hell
its not only time that will tell that my rhyming prevails
to all who wished death, hes alive and hes well
if you're ignoring me now your only depriving yourself:
using all of my mind, cuz
canibus claims hes written the greatest rhyme of all time, lie
i do not compete with any, just pretend it's a race
cant make you swallow, but it's spoon fed to your face
shame on the humans not raising their fists
you get blown off, cold shoulder, flakes in the wind
i stand before you an alien, my basis is this
fuck your life, religion, its fate that I piss
excuse I got rowdy, but brother-man, I can kick no other brand
if that offends you, iam not sorry
inventing the flow, ascend and I glow
My last words before I swung from the gallows centuries ago
chilling in the depths and i'm sitting on saturn
the universe is fatal but i figured out its patterns
come off like the greatest literature read
exposing you for all your indigent heads
disfigure you queer fucks, when i'm spitting this ear rush
so deep when I write it often trigger my t{ear} ducts
kick it a capella over sinister licks
then go out blasting cuz im sick of the pigs
the illest alive, before you limitless
wiping the earth clean of you cancer, sores and cystic pricks
not uncouth or deceptive, the proof is erected
you too have it, but just refuse to accept it
raps primitive, the shit talk, limited whores
don't get mad with me cuz I tapped into the source
throwing stones at the throne, the tome is so dope
and they have the nerve to say no man goeth alone?
words compel wood and off the fake man,
strut across the wasteland like my shit smells good
my flavors promise to threat..
dropping a dime from the top of a skyscraper onto ya head
Track Name: The B-FUNK
you know the hammocks and lou
well, we'll damange your crew
you couldn handle the truth when we're panning it thru
with an energetic effervescence
that'll sketch your epitaph, battle with or test your wrath
you'll catch a gash, ha
take your last breath and gasp for something to clutch to
fuck you, the only you clasp is my nuts, dude
beats get levitated, release how heaven made it
my critics state that I speak too educated
sorry if the squalls of my diction
lag your think-tank, hard-drive and all of your wisdom
devolvment that glistens, the downfall, the system
drowning a vision, astoundingly, listless
doubtful you listen, but i do this anyway
run up on your show and put on centerstage
" these dicks talk trash, hes a bitch fall back"
no, that's just what I think of your hip hop act


well my structure is perfect, and it comes in a rush
thats why i look at most of you with utter disgust
this is fate im told, as the day unfolds
each sentence worth its dense weight in gold
and thats calling you cats out of all of your trash
you can't argue that unless you absolve the facts
watch the target get smashed
you build castles in the sky? well i make the tallest collapse
now the wifes frowning cuz i always lecture the boys
me and banana want you to get better and join
and have something to treasure with joy
cuz frankly im not impressed with you esta hoy
hurtin' you punks, submerged in the funk
and I can't manage to escape from the words that I dump
it was a surge and a bust but the murder was just
cuz the longer you live, the further you suck
Track Name: Intermission Exercise
It doesn't matter what I say you just have to listen
louis has thatta way of grabbing your attention
master of the stage, a maverick magician
and that will end a phase of your average spitting

why is it your mission kill off the species of dope
leave it alone let the right kin accede to the throne
it all becomes clear when you're seeing the smoke
or the fucking backpackers left believing in hope
I had enough wack rappers, that I'd even promote
bluegrass bands or techno than what I've seen at show
some say I'm a cold hearted, inconsiderate prick
while others love my pivotal spits of subliminal wit
Look deep inside my soul and summon the might
and try not to get caught when i pummel your wife
through a muzzle I bite when I'm touching the mic
rubbing it right, its responds like love of my life
nah I get what all you're saying, the message is clear
you couldn't come close if you took lessons for years
I never really cared much about impressing my peers
too focused on some breasts or caressing some beers

It doesn't matter what I say you just have to listen
louis has thatta way of grabbing your attention
master of the stage, a maverick magician
and that will end a phase of your average spitting

defacing any enemy who steps to this
you're wasted, facing the epitome of excellence
threatening me with lectures intellectually
I bet that you bleed when I apply pressure and squeeze
no rhyme or reason follow in any way that I maiming
slamming you against the ground till ur breaking the pavement
lames, I'm playing the part of a laymen of sorts
blazing even the most antique paintings of art
its Louis's surest nasty trade-brand litany
murder a classic to be placed in antiquity
I whistle at babies like, "so is it a maybe?
listen when your moms tells you, no wisdom can save me
I'm an arrogant sport with a glaring repore'
simply in my presence the fairness lost
everyone who ever tests, they're in remorse
I eat rappers alive and don't spare em' a corpse

It doesn't matter what I say you just have to listen
louis has thatta way of grabbing your attention
master of the stage, a maverick magician
and that will end a phase of your average spitting