Confidence - The Funk lyrics

[Verse 1: Syler] Yo microphone check 1-2 and no it don't stop Never mind the petty sh**, baby let the funk rock For the soul, horns blaring in the background Scratch a little something, g-g-got ourselves a track now Parliament is like elementary, old school Never bury me, Machiavellian, so cool I rise and fall to rise again If not willing to risk it all how could you ever win? Because we living in a time we people try to rhyme on anything Many never cut it so I slice my lyrics deli thin And I know no closet's cleaned without a skeleton Or two or three or four Six or seven maybe more d**h is mocking while we rocking out he knocking at the door Jocking for a spot atop Olympus like a who*e I live for the funk, I die for the funk, and I don't give a f** what you want Hook: I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah [Verse 2: Syler] A method to my madness man it run in the blood Dabbled in blues a hella bit I must admit it was love Wasn't that I was bitter, cause I was writing better, biting never Like can be a b**h but on the mic I never let her Huh, light as a feather but it's tied to a rock Inside a box so I put my key inside of the lock Huh, sunrise to sunset The funk get better by the days end better than the Days Inn Hey say when baby we create a playpen, got her in a daze, Say Hey I'm Willie Mays man Desperado, got a lot on my mind Dearly departed from my lips it's difficult to rewind Unless you lay it down then it's suddenly timeless It's SY NY's finest Unless you lay it down then it's suddenly timeless It's SY NY's finest Hook: I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah [Verse 3: Syler] Lately I been k**ing it so hard Been flipping words, filling up the pages with dope art I've written Risen to a level where my lyrics leave you tongue tied But you don't care because the groove feeling just right Gave you something you could chill to, vibe to Really do whatever fit the right mood Smooth operator not a Raider of the Lost Ark Not a hater, I just cater to a lost art You know the story, the rap side, frat side How I smoke blunts, smack b**hes on their backside It's SY, NY's prodigal son and I've returned, and I'd love Andy Roddick's girl But in the mean time, in between time In between the dreaming of a deep mind Let the beat wind Down as the verse close Just let the words go Send over gifts cause The Funk's given birth yo Hook: I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, alive is the funk yeah I live for the funk, I die for the funk, get high to the funk yeah