Natural Fun

[Intro: Ski]
Uh, Funkdoobiest
Whatcha gonna do to this (Nigga)
Roc-a-Bloc, y'all (What, what)
Nonstop, y’all (Yeah, uh, we 'bout to what?)
We 'bout to hit you live (Say what?)
We bout to hit you live, check it out

[Verse 1: Ski]
Niggas’ll thirst for the lyrical verse
I figure the first nigga to burst will be the first nigga to die
No lie, you figure that I, even imagine me, Ski
Tragically takin' a fall, it all comes naturally
Y'all, peep the breath control
Whenever I'm around, got it locked straight up and down like vertical halls
Rhythms I'm ridin', niggas are hidin', heads collidin'
I spread my wings and start glidin’
Crews get crushed, bust, eat dust, we trust no man
I Roc-a-Bloc with no band, that be my slogan, and
Keepin’ it real for you petty mic sparkers
It's all good, swingin’ through your hood like Peter Parker

[Hook: Son Doobie, (Unknown Female Vocalist)]
(What you gonna do when you make it through (?))
I'm gonna have some fun
(What do you consider fun?)
Fun, natural fun

[Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha]
Lyrically strapped for rebel combat, I'm all that
You the first up to bat? You the first MC to get slapped
BLAOW! Blown out the frame, feelin' the mental pain
Singin’ the little hairs on your brains
My name's up in neon, I'ma knock out like Leon Spinks
I'll break your whole nose like the Sphinx
You better think, before you try to cross the border
It's hot, gettin' hotter, lyrical rap man slaughter
Be the charge, you (?) like Discover credit cards
And I'll frustrate ya camp like a redneck prison guard
Now you scarred, for life, like you Scarface
'Cause you tried to base, when you know you can't face
The force from the Jedi, but my name is not Luke
Now stoop, 'cause ya ass out like Daisy Dukes
These roots go deep, way beyond Africa, now peep
The way the Green Beret slay, wrappin you in sheets

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Son Doobie]
The horny brother, who (?) for your maracas
Break the Southside, oh nah, don't feel me, papa
Aye yo, Que Paso, doping 'til I'm (?)
Son Sinatra, who get his fate at the (?)
Got Lola Falana in hot jacuzzi water
Hijack the chopper, do or die train robbers
Stop the contra, with no primadonnas
Make a (?), B-boy king knocker
The real mic soldier, the chain smoker
Chicken choker, it be the ace at straight poker
Mocha, (?), head toker
Back stroker, so (?) Latin Joker
On the other blood, I walk the streets on (?)
Show the strength cold and long gunnin' holster
My persona, lays back like leather sofas
Vocal felon, rockin' son, (?)

[Hook x2]

[Beat until fade]