Bootsy Collins - Spreading Hope Like Dope lyrics

In the beginning There was total darkness And out of this darkness There came a word called funk From the high trinity of funk Three undeniable geniuses The godfather himself, James Brown The funk master, George Clinton And the funk teacher, Bootsy Collins Just that word funk Represented all that was funky And funked up in the world So it was kept out of the mainstream Of the so-called civilized or deoderized world The one looked down upon us And saw sir nose BE void of funk and said "This is not good for humans to be funkless And separated from the one You see, one is not a lonely number When it contains the essence of all that is" The one said "I will send The spirit of the funk on down In the flesh of George Clinton To triumph over this funkless Invader of organized chaos" Then with a blast from his funk gun George reached out his hand and began to speak In an unknown funked up tone No one on Earth understood this P. Funk language No one except his personal funked up disciples And they were sent out all Around the world for the funk "Who me? I'm yo' brother and funk man Cornell West, yes, bringing you the good funkin' news"