make way for music
The funkin' chap runnin' downa corner o' the street
Think he knows everythin' 'bout when to tap his feet
Listen to any song and stylize his own beat
Participatin' in concerts preparin' to defeat
His very close rival on the very next seat
He would do anything to win except to cheat
He thinks he got a nice tune to turn up the heat
A hip-hop song to go with a funky beat
You just can't stop him and he's gonna make you plead
He just rhymes up so quick to freshen up your life-long greed
To meet him coz you know he creates mixes just for your need
Maybe blowin' with the percussion or beatin' harder on the reed
Dad he said learnt a lot that helped him to teach
"Say it from your heart give it's rhythm to any speech
You 'be feelin' shy but aim high enough to reach
Just the bottom line in which you stand the best to preach"
"You start from the ending and come back to the front
Go on changing tracks to make it sharper though it's blunt
Mix it up the way you want leavin' strange words for them to hunt
They would surely shout it out if they knew the words or had them learnt"
They tell you're singin' nice but they groan as their feet's a burnin'
Let 'em wiggle to the jingle til' the next mornin'
Maybe just hmmm it up or find new words by churnin'
You're never gonna miss him coz u never see him runnin'
From anything he feels he'll make it his own by makin' it sound funkin'
- diabolic preacher