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Funk The Fake
Written By: Unity Lewis and George Clinton
Intro (George):
Boasting, toasting, roasting your dumb ass.
Slanging slang, popping puns,
Whatever come to pass.
When verbs, words, jumps into action.
Adjectives agitate, describing a reaction.
Got a speech impediment in your penmanship?
Lisping body language, read my lips.
Speak up.
Hook (George and Unity):
I can't stand these fake motherfuckaz.
I can't stand these lame little bustaz.
I can't stand these wannabe hustlaz.
I can't stand these snake sneaky suckaz.
Verse 1 (Unity):
Hey man the state of the game is so mother fucking lame.
Let me see if I can spit this without naming no names.
These cats will switch their sexual preference for some fortune and fame.
Rappers is so materialistic.
Hey pops image is vain.
Just a lost generation, with no fuckin future.
Can't decide if they want to skateboard or fuckin shoot ya.
Everybody bites.
You don't gotta rap tight.
And you can't even say the word nigga if your white!
Everyone's a blood now and rhymes with a slow lean.
Tryna grip wood with a cup of the codeine.
It's cool to be a dope fiend and snort hella cocaine, and talk hella ignorant like you got no brain.
Without a criminal record, homey you got no fame.
Superstars is getting knocked out for their gold chain.
Unless you look like a bag of skittles you ain't got flavor.
And they call real Negas like me player haters.
(George):
Step of and shut Up!
[Hook]
Verse 2 (Unity):
A yo
Fuck all of these trendy hipster bitches in their tight pants.
I don't want to hear their song or learn their new wack dance.
The state of the industry really doesn't amaze me.
I keep my foot in the ass of a 90s baby.
The saying "you ain't tricking if you got it's" fucking crazy.
Fools performing over there vocal tracks because they're fucking lazy.
The same industry that I hate I'm bout to make pay me.
But I'ma reset the trends and never let the money sway me.
Spoken Word (George):
Never and up kept step,
You wanna keep up with what can't be kept up with.
Wanna be up on me.
Clone me.
Not a chance.
Clomey don't play that.
Don't even say that.
Must be some other way that,
You, you can be you and I don't have to diss or doubt.
Hey brotha ain't heavy.
Like a light is a beer or a match, but you ain't for me.
Although you wannabe.
Verse 3 (Unity):
You see we keepers of the culture.
Protecting it from you vultures.
Never going to let you poach us.
Real solders gon' live like roaches.
All you can do is insult us
Which inevitably revolts us.
And that's when we really smoke ya
and bag your shit up like grocers.
Fuck the money and the cars, the bitches and the dosha,
Cause you don't get to keep none of that bullshit when it's ova.
It's time for y'all to wake up.
My flow is the fucking Folgers.
These superstars blowing up but fadeaway like supernovas.
Bridge (George):
Free your mind and your ass will follow!
Free your mind and your ass will follow!!
Free your mind and your ass will follow!!!
Verse 4 (Unity):
We rippen for the oneness.
The love we get backs humongous.
We soak it all up like sponges
Then trip out on tracks with fungus.
No governments gonna run us.
We gon' shine under the sun.
And stay having a grip of fun,
Living life like some little youngstas.
The pettiness don't become us.
The fakeness it runs from us
When our ancestors are summonsed
On this beats Egon is drumming.
Keep brum pum pum pumming.
Thought I was just a Negro humming
Till their system starts crumbling
And we start getting free from under it.
Uuuuuggghhh!
We runnin this.
Babylon bout to plummet.
When the chosen have our summit we killing off all the dumb shit.
So you should just check the Scriptures I'm steadily tryna hit you with.
Know that I'm on some different shit.
Change you to god from nigga.
Get a grip of this,
And hold on tight.
We've only come to show you right,
And show you light,
And spark the dynamite that makes you wanna fight for all your rights
And take em back.
Because you see the systems wack.
So now that I've laid down the facts
I think it's time we fade the track.
Outro (George):
Free your ever loving mind!!!
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Good News, Bad News
Written By: Unity Lewis, Tracey Lewis-Clinton
Intro (Unity):
Gotta get it right now.
It's critical.
Can't sit around looking all pitiful.
Gotta activate fate before it's too late.
And set the sleight straight with the lyricals.
Saturate brakes so you hear me though.
Real clear, you know?
We been here befo'.
About a year ago.
But you didn't hear me though
So once again...
Here we go.
Hook (Tracey and Amuka):
I've got good news.
I've got bad news.
You could choose between the two.
I've got something to tell you.
I've got something you just my care to listen to me let you in on.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.
I'm bout to get gone.
I don't know where I'm going but I'm gone.
Look up and see me leave,
Before the light turns from green to red.
Verse 1 (Unity):
It ain't really 'bout me.
But it seems you doubt me.
I'ma clear all the air if your vision is cloudy.
I'ma stay a major factor until I'm outie.
Where Hip-Hop is wanted I'ma collect
The bounty.
Need more than a check you collect from the county.
But fuck the system and corporate accounting.
Damn bill collectors
Tryna hound me.
My credit score keeps dropping down.
See I need my credit 'cus I paid my dues.
And right now I'm feeling like a lit up fuse.
It ain't about the fortune or the news.
It's about the fact I was put here to do
What I do
When I do.
And that's what I tell 'em in the interview.
It ain't about the ego,
It's about being true.
And these are the jewels that I share with you! See!
See I got it.
I got what you want.
What you need I
Got the flavors.
Every color.
All the archetypes.
Middle fingers
To my haters.
Y'all can't stop us.
This is a movement now.
All aboard. Just
Get on the train 'cus
We are rolling,
And you can't stop us now.
It's not an option.
We keep it poppin baby.
[Hook]
Bridge 1 (Unity):
You want that real Hip-Hop?
Let me hear you say Yeah!!
(Crowd response) Yeah!!!
Yeah!!
(Crowd response) Yeah!!!
You want that real Hip-Hop?
Let me hear you say Yeah!!
(Crowd response) Yeah!!!
Yeah!!
(Crowd response) Yeah!!!
Verse 2 (Unity):
Where do you wanna go down the road of life.
Lots of twists and turns in this.
Sho' ya right.
You wanna show your light.
You wanna hold a mic.
You want your doe tonight.
You on some Dolamite.
Don't let it dull your light.
Blinded by your own shine.
Humans are strobe-a-lights.
You can blow your own mind.
Walking around
Blind as a bat through the town.
On some pre-Madonna shit but ain't holding a crown.
You gotta put it down.
Show and prove.
Don't be a chronic catatonic.
Gotta make your move.
Acting like you got a platinum plaque on the wall,
But ain't nobody even heard of your ass at all.
I'm tryna ball.
Not act like a ball.
I'm not Nigga number 5 at the casting call.
Have you sent the check?
I'm hungry like a nigga hasn't had dinner yet.
And I been a threat.
At 13 I learned how to splice Ampex reels.
I had the vision of my label signing you a deal.
Swore I would never sell out to the mass appeal,
And became fully dedicated to my skill.
I'll fill the bill and fulfill your will.
Don't need no fancy fills or thrills.
I spills that kills for reals I ills.
You feels that trills in what I yields.
Now brake that down.
roll it up.
Light it up.
Pass it around.
We done mastered the sound
And the art of slinging these verbs and nouns.
Let's get pound through your trunk as you swerve through the town.
We drown out the wack shit with styles that immaculate.
Flipping the ancient tactics, making classic shit.
Forwards, not ass backwards or split.
Just a bit a fantasticness.
[Hook]
Bridge 2 (Tracey and Amuka):
At the end of the tunnel shine the light.
So I can see the view.
Of you leading me to you.
I believe that you would do what you said you would do.
I take my hand in your hand and hold it tight,
Like glue.
What I wanna be to you.
'Cus you make me want to do what you said we should do.
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PTS (People Take Shit)
Written By: Unity Lewis
Verse 1 (Unity):
Did they steal everything?
Did you get stole on?
Rolled on and ripped off,
While the assailant dipped off.
A victim of a 211.
You got ganked,
Gaffled and got.
They ran a caper to get you
And didn't even get caught.
Like some pirates they pillage.
Ransack your whole village.
They bite you.
Attempt to heist you.
Plagiarize you with skilled tricks.
Take possession of everything.
Basically you got took.
They spirited away your goods.
Sacked all your stuff and then booked.
Burglarize you with masks.
Simply snatched and not asked.
Swipe, swindle and shoplift.
Walked away with your stash.
Wether it's drugs or it's cash.
Pimpin' just might boost your bitch.
She turn to a booster bitch.
That pinch we she get the itch.
Some people grinch to get rich.
They built the country on this.
A yo let's lift a buncha' niggas,
Put em all on this ship.
If they resist crack a whip.
Some strong arm jacka shit.
Kidnap everyone you love, collect the ransom and split.
Hook (Unity):
You've been had.
Hoodwinked.
Bamboozled.
They had you held up and would blast you upon refusal.
There's so many words in the English language,
For me to express that people take shit.
Make you brake yourself,
Then they yank your grip.
I suggest you don't
Slip.
'Cus it's so many words in the English language,
For me to express that people take shit!
Verse 2 (Unity):
People will take your shit,
Then go and take a shit,
Drop your shit in the toilet and straight up brake your shit.
People will hate your shit,
Then straight imitate your shit.
Plunder and rape your shit.
Rate you then take your shit.
Ride off with that treasure peeled,
From that house break on the hill.
That's just what are nations military calls a routine drill.
Lurking like some vultures.
Homogenizing the culture.
Rearrange your history and insult you as they poach you.
But hold up...
Get your hand out my pocket muthafucka!
Reappropriate you without permission.
Rifle through your personal belongings.
Strip you clean.
Walk in it's all missing.
This is a stick up!
You better get em up
And give it up!
We robbing on that Genghis Khan
And ain't gon, never get enough.
Here's a word for purloin...
Payday loan!
Repo man in your home
Taking every single thing that you own.
Defraud, despoil, embezzle, whoride and thieve.
A five finger discount like you wouldn't believe,
Hid up the sleeve.
[Hook]
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Wedding Bells
Written By: Unity Lewis, Tracey Lewis-Clinton,George Clinton and Tra'zae Lewis-Clinton
Intro
(Tracey):
Here we come. Here we come.
Here we come. Here we come.
Here we come. Here we come.
Here we come.
(Unity):
West
Coast
Get em
High
Keep yo
Hands
In the
Sky
We gon'
Ride
We gon'
Rise...
And shine eternity forever.
Verse 1 (Unity):
Chop the track just like an axe when we hacks with the lumberjack facts we stacks on wax.
Bring the Cadilac funk back.
Junk in the trunk with a pretty face and a big rack.
Tight cat.
Walk with a lite pitty-pat.
Hit her with my bat.
Made her skat and flip back,
But she didn't spit it back.
Hit it till I got a six pack.
I was with that.
But I'm married to the game and that's a fact.
Young, black, hung mack daddy on the rise.
Like my girls ass like I like my fries.
Super size!
It's that mothership connection.
Girl I'm driving.
Wanna fly?
Let's get married to the Funk and have our wedding in the sky!
Hook (Tracey and George):
Let the wedding bells rang.
Ding dong.
Let the wedding bells bang.
Ding dong.
Let the wedding bells clang.
Ding dong.
Swang.
Rang-a-dang dang.
Let the wedding bells rang.
Ding dong.
Let the wedding bells bang.
Ding dong.
Let the wedding bells clang.
Ding dong.
Swang.
Rang-a-dang dang.
Verse 2
(Unity):
Bout to make a chunky load
When I explode and then reload.
I thought I told yo ass befo'
We got it sewed.
Act like you know
And pay the Funk up what you owe.
I got mo funk in my left toe
Then they chipped off the sphinx's nose.
It's funk above and funk below.
Now get yo ass out on the flow and let us funk you up some mo'.
It's so much soul inside this show.
This is your funk to have and hold.
This funk is matrimonial.
Ill be with funk until I'm old.
I'm bound to funk in solid gold.
24 funky carrots cold.
(Tra'zae):
Now
That we've
Been together
For a while,
Let's
Tie the knot,
And then
Have a child.
Your a Queen.
Girl,
You deserve a crown.
You always get me high when I'm
Down. Down. Down. Down.
And back up.
Better back up.
Get jacked up.
I stack up
My money from what I'm married too.
What you can do is watch out for my suite,
With that phone battery juice and uh...
Just..
[Hook]
Verse 3 (George):
Being married to the game when we said I do.
We took our vows.
You to me, me to you.
Come over here girl.
I'll come to you if you like.
Re pledging our love.
It's that kind of night.
For recall falling in love for the first time.
Let's retake the vows that we made
On the day of that night
We said I do.
Let me say I love you baby.
[Hook]
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Free The Funk
Written By: Unity Lewis, Sylvester Stewart (Sly Stone), Lawrence Peavey Jr. (Bebe) and George Clinton
Performed By: Unity Lewis, Sheila Broady (Amuka), Sly Stone, Lawrence Peavey Jr. (Bebe) and George Clinton
Introduction (Amuka):
Free up the funk…
Yea…
Hook 1 (Amuka):
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
I’m not a fool. You see we ain’t no punks.
We bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
All of my people pound this beat in your trunk.
Until we make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They in court popping all that junk,
but we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They know they shady but they owe us a chunk.
So we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
Verse 1 (Unity):
Welcome to the shadiest business on the whole planet
Where the artists and creators ain’t paid and taken for granted.
Taken advantage of, shown no love, poorly managed,
and the ones you think you tight with will do you the most damage.
Parasitic culture controlled by vultures and slave drivers.
Our greatest thinkers and writers been swindled by these connivers.
Especially the musicians that use they gift to unite us.
They like to see us erased ‘cause they conspire to divide us.
So they blight us, steal our wealth,
give the credit to they self.
Put our money in they pocket and a plaque up on they shelf.
Try and jack your royalties and catalogue then give you back talk.
Wanna see you dead broke, stranded on a crack rock.
In court fighting. Won’t settle for the scraps.
Won’t let ‘em jack an inch of funk. We gotta get it all back,
to the hands of the man that’s the foundation of the track.
You tried to forge and fake the funk but now the funk is on attack!
Bring it back!
Hook 2 (Amuka):
I’m not a fool. You see we ain’t no punks.
We bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
All of my people pound this beat in your trunk.
Until we make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They in court popping all that junk,
but we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They know they shady but they owe us a chunk.
So we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
Verse 2 (Sly):
Way’d up.
Make sure you’re laid up.
That’s when you fade up,
instead of down.
Level way up.
Make sure you’re laid up.
That’s when you fade up,
instead of down.
(Bebe):
Snippets and songs and samples and loops,
stolen by lawyers and managers in suits.
Cut and paste, signatures replaced,
changing the outcome of a litigating case.
Smile in your face and a simultaneous pat and a stab in the back
by those who we trusted not to do just that.
FREE THE FUNK!
The expression of the existence of self
now returned to the thrown of those who hold the rhythm of the one.
Hook 3 (Amuka):
I’m not a fool. You see we ain’t no punks.
We bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
All of my people pound this beat in your trunk.
Until we make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They in court popping all that junk,
but we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They know they shady but they owe us a chunk.
So we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
Verse 3 (George):
Tracking and backtracking.
Turn around and tracking back.
Jacking. Track jacking.
Out in the jack yard tracking off.
Out in the jack yard backing off.
You had tee many martoonies.
But you ain’t as drunk, you ain’t as think as you
drunk I am.
I ain’t as think as you drunk I am.
You got a speech impediment in your penmanship.
Put your names on the contract but you ain’t write shit.
A speech impediment in your penmanship.
You got a lisping body language.
You stutter in sign language.
Talking shit in ESP.
Hook 4 (Amuka):
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
I’m not a fool. You see we ain’t no punks.
We bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
All of my people pound this beat in your trunk.
Until we make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They in court popping all that junk,
but we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They know they shady but they owe us a chunk.
So we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
I’m not a fool. You see we ain’t no punks.
We bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
All of my people pound this beat in your trunk.
Until we make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They in court popping all that junk,
but we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
They know they shady but they owe us a chunk.
So we bout to make ‘em free up the funk!
FREE UP THE FUNK!!!
Outro (George):
Get them dick beaters of of my lines of rhyme!
Let my music go.
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UnI
Written By: Unity Lewis
Verse 1 (Unity):
Let nothing come between us.
Nothing can pull us apart.
Twas my heart right from the start that was in tune with art.
My energy tells me to focus so that this magnum opus is the dopest.
On this track I'm like hocus to pocus.
Ferocious us with doses that heal diagnosis.
Organically grow this though.
You should know this though.
Pack heative explosiveness.
Hear baby hold this ish.
I got the veggies for your grocery list.
One with the flow in this.
Exposing all the bogusness.
I'm roasting this.
With every mic I'm holding bitch I'm toasting shit.
Ain't bout to slow my roll or skip.
Holding and blowing, throwing it.
Coasting and rolling, smoking it.
Letting em know we sho' the lick.
Huh huh...
So follow my lead as we proceed to bleed the funky creed.
Thanks to the funk I will succeed.
My deeds fulfill the needs of seeds!
I'm keeping it on the one.
Won't nothing stop me from seeing the sun.
My style is second to none.
Straight from the wheel of the funk I've spun.
And we have just only begun to roll of the tongue that opens up your sight.
The way that I'm hitting this track gon' make both of our minds unite.
Verse 2 (Unity):
Kicking the illest audible.
Stretching out what is possible.
Every line is applaudable.
Sound is pounding and flossible.
Not running off the fossil fuel.
I really got a lot to do.
I got to show and prove we move with force that is unstoppable.
Precise with these calculations.
Taking it be on probable.
It's only logical.
The style is hot and melting Popsicles.
And any obstacles, I spit the flow in globules.
Rocking your noggin, clobbering you.
Electric voltage shocking you!
Options, we've got a lot to choose.
Mocking me?
Stop. You'll pop a fuse.
I grind from cockadoodle doo!
Until I'm fly as cockatoo's.
Accelerated like a rocket boost.
Like Pac, I got the juice.
I flow profuse.
You hear me getting loose.
And plus I'm well produced.
Swoosh.
The perfect follow through.
Brotha's like me got model pull.
Watch me as I concoct a brew.
Gon' and get you a bottle full.
Feeling it to my follicle.
I only spit colossal truth.
Despite with these imposters do,
Are you nights all my Rasta youth!!!
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My Light
Written By: Unity Lewis
Inside of my crystal ball
A universe wide and tall.
It's full of shine.
I reflect off the light and deep within its prisms I see mine.
No mountain is to hard to climb.
No pyramid or lake as wide.
My light takes everything in stride and through it's universe it glides.
Sometimes it feels like it's the sun,
And then it feels it's under one.
It's one with every thing even when all is upside down and spine.
Or somewhere on the other side.
Turns in to an aquatic ride.
Right at the wormhole, that divide.
Let's break on through!
Break on through!!
Now I see that cosmic glow.
My light is putting on a show.
I've gone where no man's gone before,
Then shine my light back down below.
Illuminated rows and rows.
Melted through ice ages that froze.
Journeyed dimensions, too and fro.
I travel at light speed,
Let's go!!
My lights it pulsates.
Flashes. Strobes.
Been everywhere that time was told.
From sun to moon, moon to sun, they are at the end and when it begun.
The light
That clears out the dark
From friction to spark
That engulfs the dark creating the heat
Hark the beacon of sight
The thoughts that ignite
The light that glows bright
And shaping the beat
In ways I haven't even seen,
But no it lies here in between.
I've seen these colors in my dream.
They paint the scene in Crystalline
Of everything that's so pristine.
A million spectrums glistening.
A gleam of glare that's shimmering
Reflective notes for listening.
My crystal ball,
It captures light,
And shows us how our souls take flight.
When we're sleeping in the night,
Lets you see the highest heights.
The loves projected back in space.
My light could never be erased.
On its own course, at its own pace,
It's mission
To illuminate.
As below, so above.
This multi-verse shines back it's love.
For every star surrounding the globe.
For every valley and mountain, ocean, desert and cove.
For every season they hue will change,
But my light will remain the same.
These are the thoughts that lights up my brain.
More light is all we have to gain.
There's layers and layers right there
That you can see if you're prepared.
It's everything and it's everywhere,
But you just got to be aware.
The world around us changes and spins
All the time in this life we're in.
Just watch the shifts
And ride the wave,
And that is how you will ascend.
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Wahala
Written By: Unity Lewis, Tracey Lewis-Clinton and George Clinton
Intro (Tracey):
Now peep this demonstration,
Of imagination appreciation.
Yo' chin is a motel.
And deez nuts got a reservation.
Verse 1 (Unity):
They call it Wahala
The troubles and problems that follow and bother the best of us.
It's just testing us.
And secretly brings out the best in us.
It's a blessing 'cus if you understand everything's blessed than it can't make a mess of us.
It's reflecting us.
Pure reflection.
God just checking us
And correcting us.
Sometimes the ego gets out of control.
Wahala comes round and you don't slow your roll.
Betta' check yo' self 'for it let's you know
The lessons of life.
You reap what you sow.
Sometimes the load is too heavy to tow
And you lost on the road and don't know where to go.
And to eat a hot meal you would tarnish your soul.
But just slow your roll,
Like I said befo'.
At the end of the tunnel you might find the light if you quiet your mouth
And use inner sight.
There never is truly a reason to fight.
There's a way to do wrong but you gotta stay right.
See these are the lessons in life I've learned.
I've built it up and I've watched it burn.
It's my concern this turn I've earned in life to shine and live my light!
Hook (Tracey):
Super powered mayate man.
Mightier than malias.
Super powered mayate man.
Mightier than malias.
Super powered mayate man.
Mightier than malias.
Mightier than malias.
As tonight he attempts to show.
Verse 2 (Unity):
Give a little.
Live a little.
One more time yeah
Been that little niggle trippin' off'a biddles.
Type'a shit that make me giggle.
Now a days we staying payed.
Back in the days that was the riddle.
Had to subtle down my mind 'cus I was blind
And fuck'n fickle.
Fuckin fighting over nickels.
You could die over some madness
That you really didn't stand for
But you died for.
That's the saddest way to go.
I know we all got pride and wanna be the baddest.
Tryna prove that you a man
But just got stretched out like some canvas.
Cats is scandalous from Caracas to Los Angeles.
I bet'cha.
But sometimes our own egos more of a threat to us.
What attracts these clowns to step to us with weapons, tryna be the death of us.
Your own projections what your giving breath to 'cus
We create every minute.
Every hour we empower our true desire.
So whether that's to elevate higher or catch'a fire,
You gon' learn to be careful with your desires and what you thinking,
'For you Make-A-Wish and genies blinking then everything stinking.
I done made some things happen wish I could take back.
But once you create that,
You just gotta reshape that.
The more I learn these lessons,
The more I retain this pape stack.
Just stay calm and observant.
It's worth it to stay laid back.
Outro (George):
Choking on okey-doke personal burgers of me myself ego sandwiches, with mine and I sauce on it.
Ego trippin'.
Ego out to lunch.
[Hook]
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Bring It Back
Written By: Unity Lewis and Chela Noldon (Holly Saucy)
Verse 1 (Holly):
Brand new improved shit.
Betta than eva.
Met a she like me?
If you do, go get her.
Dust off.
Please bitch,
Shine my leather.
Came from food stamp dreams and two go getters.
When I made my first doe,
I spent it on a rental.
Made it back quick,
Flipped a house residential.
Busting hella mental over hella instrumental.
Hella been through,
Half I can't mention to you.
Oh i gotta do you.
Who you?
Don't know your name.
What crew?
I just came through to play
And fuck you.
I just needed something to say.
And with Truth?
That shits so 88.
So everything is fake,
And everything is great,
And everything is love,
You're fucked up,
And can't be touched.
This can't be us.
You can't be serious.
Hates it before the buzz.
Now you can't get enough.
Acting like a madman.
Damn. Wow.
Dial tone click bitch can you hear me now?
... since I switched carriers service.
Watch the same niggas carried at the service.
So blasphemous.
From dawn to dusk,
They broken into pieces and remain unnoticed.
Unfocused.
So hopeless.
We dope shit.
Hook (Unity and Holly):
We bring the boom bap and the click clack boom.
Resurrecting hip-hop from the tomb.
Check it out.
Well groomed. Got the styles that bloom.
Just trip off it like an eighth of mushrooms.
Yo! We be bringing it, bringing it, bringing it!
Bring it back.
We be bringing it, bringing it, bringing it!
Bring it back.
We be bringing it, bringing it
Just be bringing it, bringing it
We be bringing it, bringing it, bringing it!
Let's go!
Verse 2 (Unity):
Stay black.
Make the track stay how I say cat.
Laid that Fat Back.
Fools owe me bout a Maybach.
I'ma take that,
Even if I gotta break backs.
Fake, wank rat.
I'ma show you where the lake at.
Up shits creek if you ever try and take snaps.
Radda-tat-tatt.
Talk smack, get your face smacked.
Me and Holly Saucy came for the big payback,
Like James Brown with the sound that'll play fat.
Vibrate your speakers and your tweeters and'll break amps.
Brainparts arts, darts sharp with a marked stamp.
Signed, sealed delivered to your door or your foot matt.
Rapped hella tight, overnight like a good sac.
Glow hella bright cause we shine and we stay lamped.
Doing brain surgery.
You see I got your mind clamped.
All the wack shit in my hemisphere I make vamp.
Nothing else to say about me.
I'm a straight champ.
[Hook]
Verse 3
(Unity):
It's that Isis flow.
Long papyrus scroll.
What my spirit owes.
River Nile style flow.
From a long time ago.
(Holly):
A rhymer though.
Fine, Devine shine, blinder flow.
Mind your hoe.
Royalty don't have time for those.
(Unity):
No time for hoes.
We grind and find doe.
My minds the photo.
Develop the film roll.
(Holly):
And flash like an instant Kodak flick.
Smash in an instant you know that shit.
Mash on an infant.
Grow up bitch!
(Unity):
Bash on the track like fo'sho that's sick.
Flow that quick.
They slow of the doe doe stick.
(Holly)
They don't know shit.
They hold they dick.
The flow is bitch.
(Unity):
They show ain't shit.
They nose on drip.
On snow they lit.
Nigga quit!!!
(Holly):
Talking that bullshit.
Damn. Wow.
Dial tone click bitch how you like me now?
[Hook]
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Glad We Made It
Written By: Unity Lewis and Rappin' 4-Tay
Performed By: Unity Lewis, Rappin' 4-Tay Tracey Lewis-Clinton, George Clinton and Sheila Broady (Amuka)
Intro (4-Tay):
Haha
Yea...
So fly.
Rappin' 4-Tay and U.N.I.T.Y.
What is this?
One?
Two?
Three?
Four generations?
Haha...
And I'm so glad.
So glad we made it here.
Verse 1 (Unity):
I'm glad we made it.
Every minute outdated.
Last year was overrated.
Half the time I was faded.
Time is of the essence when you're truly tryna make it,
And no longer complacent.
You value the time as sacred.
Won't let no body waste it.
Now success, I can taste it.
Failure I've faced it.
Now I'm adjacent with my pacing.
Time, you can't erase it.
Or replace it.
All you can do is change and be patient.
Focused on the task at hand and keep it basic.
We cultivated these styles back from the days of ancient.
Brought em back to this modern day refined out the basement.
I'll paint a picture so vivid it'll make you smell a fragrance.
Taming the industry of tainted rappers fouling flagrant.
I'm giving thanks this albums in the bank because we don' banked it.
We on that spaceship now.
The flow is what we fill the tank with.
My heart races to see us rise from the water of sink ships.
Revelations you raise your glasses two at New Year's banquets.
Hook (George, Tracey and Amuka):
I'm so glad we made it to be here this year.
I'm so glad we made it to be here baby.
I'm so glad we made it to see clear this year.
I'm so glad we made it to be here.
Verse 2 (4-Tay):
I always had this vision.
Chauffeur driven Limo's.
And every time you see me,
I'm hollerin' out Frisco.
Watch what you wish 4.
Be ready to handle business.
You say it's too hot?
Well keep yo ass up out the kitchen.
The game just saturated,
Suburbs to the slums.
But now we elevated and we stand out like sore thumbs.
Funny how time change.
But it'll never change me.
I'm still brimmed up with the gators on,
And I'm sucka-free.
Bumping that George Clinton.
4-Tay just keeping it real.
I like that Lou Rawls, Quite Storm, Curtis Mayfield.
Sign of the times.
Different styles and rhymes.
I call it the switch up.
Let's huddle up so we can all shine.
But that's to much like right.
To many that's doing wrong.
Unity,
Crank it up so that the whole world can hear our song.
And I'm so glad that we made it through the formalities.
Reality d'don' kicked in and we focused on these salaries.
Loopholes, publishing, downloads...
You heard the news?
They talking Worldstar, Vevo and how many views.
A legend is still standing.
Ready to conquer the globe.
And feed it and feed it to the mind, heart, body and soul.
[Hook George only]
[Hook George, Tracey and Amuka]
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After the release of my EP, Audio VeVe, I began working on a musical collaboration with my friend Egon Brainparts of Bossasaurus. It started of with just the two of us creating songs together. My raps, his beats. Production was going well. However, in 2012, I was able to take the project to a higher plateau by connecting with the legendary artist and musician George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars.
George Clinton is not only a visionary and major innovator/ pioneer of Funk music. The kind of music that George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic created helped to form Hip-Hop culture. Clinton built on what he learned from other musical geniuses such as Sly Stone and James Brown and used his knowledge to create a new kind of funk, that would in turn give birth to Hip-Hop. Clinton didn't just help to conceive Hip-Hop, he helped to father it, by actively contributing to the culture musically throughout the last four decades, and collaborating with highly influential Hip-Hop artists such as Afrika Bambaataa, Tupac, Too-Short, Ice Cube, Dr.Dre, Snoop Dogg, Outkast, RZA and Kendrick Lamar, to name a few. Statistically speaking, him and his groups Parliament and Funkadelic have created some of the most sampled music of all time.
In 2011 I was connected with Tracey Lewis Clinton, George Clinton’s son, and we began recording music. In March of 2012, I had the opportunity to attend a P-Funk concert, where I met George Clinton for the first time in person. Tracey had already shared some of our music with George, so he was familiar with our work and enthusiastic about collaborating. With the help of my good friends Stephen Hodge, Sonny Cool, Bruce Robinson and Tracey Clinton, we were able to set up a studio session in Los Angeles for me to record with George Clinton that summer.
The session was a success! In fact, George and I not only recorded just one song, we recorded several! And to top it all of, other P-Funk All Stars such as Tracey, Tracey's son and George’s grandson Tra'zae Lewis Clinton, along with Sheila Brody of The Brides Of Dr. Funkenstein all contributed to the session, truly making my LP a funky family affair. This project and myself were officially beamed up by George Clinton’s Mothership, and I became heir to the seventh dynasty of Funk.
We then brought in musicians like Tarika Lewis, a master violinist who is featured on breakthrough recordings such as Xzhibit's first single ‘Paparazzi.’ We also brought in Josef Leimberg and company. Josef played horns on Kendrick Lamar’s songs, ‘For Free?’ and ‘how Much A Dollar Cost’, from the Grammy Award winning album, ‘To Pimp A Butterfly’. In addition to live musicians, we added a few more talented MC's as guest features. Female MC Holly Saucy shines on an intricately woven collaboration entitled 'Bring It Back,' and Bay Area legend Rappin’ 4-Tay delivers strong words of wisdom on a track also featuring George Clinton and the P-Funk Allstars entitled 'Glad We Made it.' Egon Brainparts mixed down all original versions of the songs and mastering was done by the legendary “Big Bottom” Bob Lanzner.
Quotes:
“Music can be used for a variety of different purposes. To express a thought, emotion or ideas; to tell a story or make you dance. One of the most important functions of music however, is that it is a way to keep record and preserve the history, experiences and the evolving consciousness of humanity through rapidly changing times. It is important that Hip-Hop culture exists as a form of creative expression because it teaches us how to rejuvenate, honor, appreciate, and learn from all that came before us so that we can create something that is new, as well as informed and relevant.”
-Unity Lewis
“Sonically, our goal with this album was to capture the nuances of instrumentation and lyrics reacting to each other symbiotically. In the digital realm far too often we hear different components of music that do not acknowledge one another, instead competing for our attention. In our arrangements, beats are tactically subdued to allow words to make their impact, then instruments and lyrics build in tandem, crescendoing in moments of emotional climax.
The sound itself is inextricably modern, while embracing the soul and organic quality of the 70's. Pitched 808's, lush synthesized chords, and chopped and screwed vocals are orchestrated to support live horn sections and dusty drum breaks in a way that sounds both natural and excitingly new. Rooted in the traditions of Hip-Hop, funk and EDM, we have cooked up something eerily nostalgic that you have never heard before.”
-Egon Brainparts
“That’s that dude (Unity). He’s got that do-do. It would be ludicrous to think that we are new to this. We do-do this. ‘Cause he got that do-do.”
-George Clinton
