Maseo - I Bring The Soul & He Brings The Funk lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller] So much for one take man Alright look [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Life crazy now, when did this happen I'll probably make your favorite rapper wanna quit rappin' Bin Laden had me dissapear, kid snatchin' I know you sleepin' on me though and that's a kidnappin' Collaboration is bringing you fascination I'm captivatin' my cadence and leading my generation To the forefront, coming through, f** it if the door shut Girl put the team right on her back, poor s*ut But wait a second, not disrespecting the women I love 'em, I wanna hug 'em They mad I'm pushing their bu*tons She ugly, look like her cousin So I ain't givin' her nothin' End of discussion, only the tensional s**ual lovin' My girl, come by the dozen, but the ain't what make me cooler Got a eyepatch on me, I'm slick like I'm Rick the Ruler So, this a crazy flow, let me slow it down In here with Maseo, I'm giving y'all the dopest style Think you tough huh? Oh you a solider now? I had these gangsters in here tryin' to get the [?] down Piss a motherf**er off is what's incredible Most Dope Army, I'm the motherf**ing general [Hook: Mac Miller] On the grind, sick of working a nine to five Everybody say I look like I'm kinda high f** it, you bring the soul and I'm gon' bring the funk I need y'all to but your hands up f**ed up, but I promise I'm fine to drive I just came in here to tell you I'm alive f** it, you bring the soul and I'm gon' bring the funk I need y'all to but your hands up [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ayo, p**y can't hold me, nor can it control me Punch you in the face like I'm Sugar Shane Moseley Rap boxer, ya I'm Math Hoffa In between a field of dreams, word to Kevin Costner Who you know that's iller than Mac? Riddle me that Still hungry for success, here to give you the scraps Talking all that sh**, get you kicked in the a** Chardonnay, if I may, I'll be sipping my gla** I hold the mic, slap you with my left hand Tonight's the night, motherf**er, word to Redman Punchlines that will make 'em say "Oh!" Ill so long, you'd think I caught the flu Got simplified, sicker rhymes Upside down, sixty-nine, twisted mind Farty kid in cla** who had to sit behind Bet your dime, pretty fly, cruise right out of District 9 Pulling all the honeys, every time I go to kick a rhyme Little guy, Marvin Wayne, b**hes tell me all the same Life is what I call a game to into the Hall of Fame f** you, it's Christmas though So you can kiss my f**in' a** by the mistletoe [Hook: Mac Miller] [Outro: Mac Miller] I said put you, put you, put yo' hands up Ya, in the spot, put yo' hands up If you, think it's hot, put yo' hands up If you, down to rock, put yo' hands up Ya, I don't make sh** like this one man I just wanted to rap a little bit Because that's what I do motherf**er!