| Song | Follow The Funk |
| Artist | Casual |
| Album | Fear Itself |
| 作曲 : Owens, Siguenza | |
| Why don't you follow it (6x) | |
| Follow the funk | |
| Coolin, just like the man's supposed to | |
| You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew | |
| I often catch static brothers beef and they tellin me | |
| Jealousy let it be, cuz i got funk with my melon | |
| Now it's time to rhyme and tell a g this fella be | |
| Movin steadily ahead of me is a void | |
| Emptyness you're less than best you're just wimpiest | |
| I decapitate a rapper's fate with my niftiness | |
| And i slip the fresh shit under your nose | |
| I get the mess hall rockin, all jockin | |
| A fly brother, a poet slow it down to enrich my pitch | |
| Ask mike p is it likely we can switch a bitch | |
| Affirmative and now i learn to live trifiling | |
| When a skin pretends it's the end, who she stifiling | |
| She ain't stopping me i leave her | |
| She receive a goodbye, and i would try, hit some beaver | |
| That's because a dog is only out for a bone | |
| After i get it i quit it leave me a-lone | |
| Back up off me, we agreed that we won't argue | |
| That's what you get for ****in with, a hard crew | |
| A group of trooper buckin shit your luck can get snatched | |
| And utilized the crew that tries, dies | |
| Eyes are awakened, necks are choked, i take | |
| Extra tokes of a slpiff, and if you want it, bring it | |
| Why don't you follow the funk (7x) | |
| Take along | |
| A clever one, to spin men to the surface of | |
| Rap plateau, with crap that go, pop | |
| I never knew men doing my music | |
| Get confused with, used shit, and crews bit | |
| But they get the butter spread over bread | |
| What it said, is we made the dough, so go ahead | |
| Damn! damn i am, i stop a flow | |
| Before i go, why don't you tell me who wit me, no | |
| Subliminal, fin to go, low low low | |
| And then i send a flow, to the joe, who don't know | |
| Mr. nope i'll turn a hoe down in her drawers | |
| Butt men i'm cutting flows short, like menopause | |
| Then i cause mass confusion as you're choosing | |
| Breakbeats that are broken, from too much using | |
| Who's in effect, bruising the neck | |
| Of a fly g, i get in more dips than corn chips | |
| I scorn lips, the warning is the keen idealist | |
| Cause i feel this threat coming | |
| Why don't you follow the funk (7x) | |
| Tag along | |
| The funk rebel, will rebel and tell and | |
| Spit shit to the click of a metronome | |
| And get a better tone, hyper letter mon | |
| Get a hit or two, from domino i'ma go find a binder | |
| And combine the mind to rearrange the strange | |
| And flip a dip like a reciprocal | |
| Get the goe, because you know the choice is upon me | |
| John be, similar to fonzie | |
| Thumbs up, and they comes up to ask the | |
| Ask for the slow flow that's smooth with movin faster | |
| Why don't you follow the funk (7x) | |
| There it is | |
| Why don't you follow the funk (6x) | |
| ...there it is | |
| Hahah, ahhh, whooo! | |
| Haha |
| zuò qǔ : Owens, Siguenza | |
| Why don' t you follow it 6x | |
| Follow the funk | |
| Coolin, just like the man' s supposed to | |
| You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew | |
| I often catch static brothers beef and they tellin me | |
| Jealousy let it be, cuz i got funk with my melon | |
| Now it' s time to rhyme and tell a g this fella be | |
| Movin steadily ahead of me is a void | |
| Emptyness you' re less than best you' re just wimpiest | |
| I decapitate a rapper' s fate with my niftiness | |
| And i slip the fresh shit under your nose | |
| I get the mess hall rockin, all jockin | |
| A fly brother, a poet slow it down to enrich my pitch | |
| Ask mike p is it likely we can switch a bitch | |
| Affirmative and now i learn to live trifiling | |
| When a skin pretends it' s the end, who she stifiling | |
| She ain' t stopping me i leave her | |
| She receive a goodbye, and i would try, hit some beaver | |
| That' s because a dog is only out for a bone | |
| After i get it i quit it leave me alone | |
| Back up off me, we agreed that we won' t argue | |
| That' s what you get for in with, a hard crew | |
| A group of trooper buckin shit your luck can get snatched | |
| And utilized the crew that tries, dies | |
| Eyes are awakened, necks are choked, i take | |
| Extra tokes of a slpiff, and if you want it, bring it | |
| Why don' t you follow the funk 7x | |
| Take along | |
| A clever one, to spin men to the surface of | |
| Rap plateau, with crap that go, pop | |
| I never knew men doing my music | |
| Get confused with, used shit, and crews bit | |
| But they get the butter spread over bread | |
| What it said, is we made the dough, so go ahead | |
| Damn! damn i am, i stop a flow | |
| Before i go, why don' t you tell me who wit me, no | |
| Subliminal, fin to go, low low low | |
| And then i send a flow, to the joe, who don' t know | |
| Mr. nope i' ll turn a hoe down in her drawers | |
| Butt men i' m cutting flows short, like menopause | |
| Then i cause mass confusion as you' re choosing | |
| Breakbeats that are broken, from too much using | |
| Who' s in effect, bruising the neck | |
| Of a fly g, i get in more dips than corn chips | |
| I scorn lips, the warning is the keen idealist | |
| Cause i feel this threat coming | |
| Why don' t you follow the funk 7x | |
| Tag along | |
| The funk rebel, will rebel and tell and | |
| Spit shit to the click of a metronome | |
| And get a better tone, hyper letter mon | |
| Get a hit or two, from domino i' ma go find a binder | |
| And combine the mind to rearrange the strange | |
| And flip a dip like a reciprocal | |
| Get the goe, because you know the choice is upon me | |
| John be, similar to fonzie | |
| Thumbs up, and they comes up to ask the | |
| Ask for the slow flow that' s smooth with movin faster | |
| Why don' t you follow the funk 7x | |
| There it is | |
| Why don' t you follow the funk 6x | |
| ... there it is | |
| Hahah, ahhh, whooo! | |
| Haha |