2 Cents
[Verse 1: Ila]

Make way for the, the genuine article where the art is cold
I’m talking arctic cold with an aura gold as El Dorado roads
This ain’t a bar of soap, caught slippin’ with a borrowed flow
We don’t ride the wave, we rock the boat, homie bust it
Raw down to the particle, you already know
N.I.C get the party off like Orenthal, we aren’t your
Average DJ and orator
We got more fire than an arsonist's arsenal
The crowd holler like we Arsenio (woo!)
What’s your grades like on the honor roll (aye!)
We keep it slick as olivе oil, and you’re either all aboard
Or it’s pеace, adios, sayonara, au revoir
Back to our calling card, we body and carting off
The joints that put the groove in your joints and body parts
We don’t need an Audemar to know what the hours are
With URF Tone it’s on, the pleasure all is ours, we got you (you, you, you)

[Pre-Hook]
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(... and if it feels good to you, let me hear you say…)
[Hook]
That’s our two cents of funk, our two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, our two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
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[Verse 2: Ila]
So how these two turntables and a mic suit your appetite
Tune your satellite to this cellulite on the fattest thighs
All grooves, make your body move, do it bad as Mike
Yo, I came up doing battle raps in Anaheim
Now I’m with my Brew City brethren to calamine
The itch that you got for what is real and Palestine
It’s harmony when the heart beats and boom baps align
Peace and love, all that other stuff is asinine
So fall your ass in line, as this instant classic rhyme
That you can’t touch like Hammer Time activate your pantomime
Got you thinking out the box, an out-of-pocket unorthodox
But really renaissance man rock, and it rack your mind
Yeah! Our part in the grand design
Is to satisfy with samurai-like cuts, like what!
Make the funk hit like a sack of dimes, it’ll damn near black your eye
And that’s when the jam is live, and we got you (you, you, you)
[Pre-Hook]
(Oh yeah)
(... and if it feels good to you, let me hear you say…)

[Hook]
That’s our two cents of funk, our two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, our two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
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(Ladies and Gentleman, introducing…)

[Verse 3: Mr. Funke]

My flow is sharper than porcupine spine, I done
Toured around the world 45 times, and a
Lot rappers been quoting my lines, but they
Crack under pressure like some pork rinds (what up, Funk?)
What is up, leave, come back
Dudes out here still cuttin’ up, they be beggin’ me
“Uncle Funke please dumb it up,” not my thing
I just let it flow, let you sum it up (act like a man, suck it up)
So riddle me, riddle me, who be chillin’ in Italy
Acapulco, Miami, wherever the women be
Fly like the eagle, my flow is beautiful misery
Hold up a second, yo, I just had an epiphany!
And that is that none of these rappers out here can get with me
Sneak dissin’ when I will embarrass you publicly
Sorry, E, yo I heard the beat, I was out the gate
Two cents of funk, well I’m bringing the other 98 (ah!)
[Hook]
That’s our two cents of funk, our two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, our two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
Our two cents of funk, two cents of funk
That’s our two cents of funk
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