(NFA) No Frontin' Allowed

Check it out, y'all

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin'

Ay, yo, yo, yo (check it out, y'all)

Take a little bass out the headphones (the Lords of the Under-)

Word up

Check it out, y'all (a little bass out that, okay)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin'

Check it out, y'all (time to wreck it)

The Lords of the Under- (yeah, yeah)

Mad madness, trashy, brother from way-back

We're blowing mics since the days of 8-track

Certified, bonified, pull out the weapon

Rusted, your hoes gets busted

Run your jewels, shooting up you damn fools

Leavin' you loser lazy lyricists in bloody pools

Went away, came back, your still wack

Now your slobbing Marley's knob for a dope track

Coming off like a bra and it's the witness

No click-click or fruit business

Don't care about no money, got props in it

Flipping scripts with every letter in the alphabet

Wanna jump (jump) and jingle your rump (rump)

Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks

Full grown, I ain't no baby with these rhymes, kid

Put the mic down, my peoples know where ya live

I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle

And have the police playing the fiddle in the hospital

Somebody said, "He couldn't rip with the roughness"

Rhymes kick your teeth, but end up front-less

Soul survivor of a thousand beats

Sending funeral wreathes to all ya used-to-be chiefs

Is it raw? Do a bear live in the woods?

Brothers tapes ain't jack their best tracks is wack

I heard you think you got a chance to win

But my Glock is stopped off to murder the top ten

Roughed and rugged and raw, I'm like a callous

The Underground can say "ain't no fra-zontin' in my palace"

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (no frontin')

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (time to wreck it)

Well can I be the Flavor of the month? (Why?)

I got the flavor plus I can bump a chump

I got the funk, straight from my Underground hide-out

I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out

Bust on the scene to let ya know I wasn't fronting

Got ya screaming for my album, so I had to do something

Write tonight to take a bit not a bite

And watch the do-it-all freak you with all my might

Like "Here I am to save the day"

I stop the tracks with the mic, so I say "Touché"

And "On Guard" when I'm swinging for your brow

'Cause in the house of hits ain't no frontin' allowed

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (no frontin')

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin'

Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me

Run for ya life, now here comes Mr. Funky and I'm pissed

So watch how many heads'll be the takeout

Boy ya better look out, I burn ya like a cook-out

So get the flavor, the original Mr. Funky

More bangers on the clips and you watch me do my thing

Because I hit ya with the funk of the fly-talker

And make your girl bump-bump, get it, get it like Luke Skywalker

I can't front, I love rapping with a passion

Crash your head first into the funk, you think I'm slam dancing

See when you front, you make mad, yeah, all the way

Freak this, funky twin powers activate

Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles

Crushing MC's while the girls do The Hustle

See other rappers try to diss The Lords

But yo, you're dead wrong, dammit, can't we all just get along?

You see there simply ain't no frontin' allowed

Yo, I'm out like the Cosby show

Peace to the Funky Child, uh

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

No frontin' allowed (time to wreck it)

Punching your goddamn eyebrows off

Roughing it up north, lookin' like July 4th

It's a blast, smash and crash from my stash

Be watching your back, kid, your girl and the phat path

Talking 'bout your Macs and TECs

What's with that? You're getting wet like slow sex

Ripping on that old school kid

Leaving sliced as a slit since I wet your crib

No question, testing the west and the east and

Once the ammo was released and

I'll make your girl come and getcha, hope you get the picture

Boy, your better off if a pit bit ya

What it's like in the illest fight, believe the hype

I'm giving clowns more nose jobs than Mike

Fight's not alright, they bite

Spotlight tonight is hype

Trigger happy tripe, go hit the pipe, my all is wright

And ya know it's coming off, so don't ask it

Snatching the vocal and hotties on the rap tip

Macking ya boys up, bringing the noise up

And now ya need stitches because my voice cuts

Chainsaw, gain more and reign raw

And never let a brother play it is my main law (time to wreck it)

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (no frontin')

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (no frontin')

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (no frontin')

Check it out, y'all

No frontin' allowed (check it out, y'all)

The Lords of the Underground the ones to keep it steppin' (no frontin')

(Time to wreck it)

The Lords of the Under-

The Lords-