[Chorus]

S-H-I-N-I-N on the funk

And listen to the emcees rhymin on the funk

We solemnly swear to never bust a style that's bunk

So listen to the way that we're rhyming on the funk



[Shock G]

Now we would like to ask you

Have you ever heard this style befo'

You gotta say no

Cause there ain't no denying

And if you say yes you're lying

People are always wondering

What's up with the Underground

Are they down?

Or is just another new sound

We're saying things

And when we use a beat we use it right

Cause we're not just playing things

Spitting rhymes

Like a Tommy gun spraying things

So when you see us onstage

Don't just stare us down

Or compare our sound

To any other crew ya like

Yo, judge how ya like



[Chorus]



[Money-B]

Riding this like a roller coaster

Hugging the curves and dipping

Like I'm supposed to do

For the Underground troupe

Cause I know I'm the poop

Steaming hot

Stinking up the dance floor

Gonna do it freelance

For the funk, my friends

And all the others in the industry

They want to get with me

(Shock: Why is that, Mon?)

Maybe it's my smooth flow

They know this guy is dope

So they get hip to the style I'm using

It's called Raw Fusion

Ain't no time for ego-tripping

Let it be known

There'll be no slipping on mine

Cause all I want

Is a chunk of this Underground funk



[Chorus]



[Shock G]

Yo, Money-B



[Money-B]

What's up cold Shock G?



[Shock G]

Check it out, would you tell the people what we mean



[Money-B]

What do you mean what we mean?



[Shock G]-acap