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(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, it in, bring it)

Todd Smith when nine years old
When 'Sugarhill' was in
I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get
I set my in a Silvia treated me cold
Time flew I was gettin' my shit off
Sixteen now, it's about the time to set my hit off

'I A Beat', it was a smash on the DL
But every time I did a my name was misspelled
'Can't Without My Radio' drops
I'm kickin' the door-crushed cool box
'Rockin' the like a madman dissin' me
Event-flippin' the script-but then I made my 50 grand

All I wanted was a pencil, a gold
A little money in my pocket and a to roll
I'm makin' records, now the girls are on my tip
I'm sleepin' late, no damn, I'm late for school, shit

Todd, get upstairs and take out that

And the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
And the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
the funkadelic relic, yeah
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)

I wasn't to hear it 'cause I'm bad
When I'm alone in my room, I pick up a pen and to get mad
I need love, that means I a girl to love me down
I dropped the pretty style rap was gettin' ugly
I waited a year for the results, I'm platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's 'em

I'm that type of guy poppa wasn't happy with it
'em up, that was my style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh flavor
power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out till da of dawn', tell me what sucker?
Cops harass me illegal search

I'm just a brother makin' jams now I got a
I still chillin' with my pistol on the train
I'm two to this I'm representin' hip hop
Admit that I'm the man, time for me to get my props

Yeah, and the funkadelic relic
(Bring in the funk baby, in the funk)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, I'm the relic, yeah
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)
on man

Mama to knock 'em out' I knocked 'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, sloppin' up and down the blocks
never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all the punks on top of else, but

In '92 and '93 I'm makin'
The motherfuckin' street, that ain't no mystery
The rapper ever born, you think I'm crazy?
I your albums' kinda warm, that shit don't phase me
I'm too rough, too rugged, now doesn't sound so easy does it
Thought I was going back to Cali' where I knew I

I a 'Murder Gram', solo in a black van
I'm knuckle game, stomp you with my Timberland
'Mr. Goodbar' lickin' all the stuff
I'm kickin' your door with condoms in a rudder-put
You wanna me come to Farmers Boulevard
And you can me, eat 'em up, just ask for Todd

Uh, and I'm the relic
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the funk baby, bring it in, it)
Yeah, and it's the funkadelic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)
Yeah, I'm the relic
(Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it)

Bring in the baby, bring in the funk
in the funk baby, bring in the funk
Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
in the funk

Bring in the funk baby, in the funk
in the funk
Bring in the baby, bring it in, bring it