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Funk Volume 'Don't Funk Up Our Beats 5' contest entry from Omaha hip hop recording artist shooK on3. Mastered single available at https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/hip-hop-robin-hood-single/id660715318

*Update* 03/28/2013* Though receiving 835 votes in 2 weeks, putting us at 17/2139 entries, we did not make the top 25 in the contest. I'm grateful for the support I got and have nothing but good things to say about this contest. I'll be back next year!

Check out my debut album 'On The Rise EP' that was released world wide on Jan 12, 2013! You can find it on every major digital outlet! (iTunes, Amazon MP3, Spotify, etc.)

- Purchase a limited edition hard copy of the album here -
http://www.shooKon3.com/OnTheRiseEP
- iTunes -
https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/on-the-rise-ep/id594199950
- Spotify -
http://open.spotify.com/album/1m2dwrUnakpWhBS4SbfeIS

Just gonna go ahead and post this here. Don't expect a response from me on a "Hey let's vote for vote" type of shit. I honestly think that's whack. However, if you post your video I will actually watch it and give you an honest feedback, then if I really do like it.. I'll vote for it. Keep it real guys.. Ya'll are turning this into a joke.

The beat was produced by Funk Volume's own, DJ Hoppa. All of the video editing was done by yours truly. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY OF THE THIRD PARTY FOOTAGE IN THIS VIDEO. (Including the footage from the movie "Stuart LIttle", and the 'ShooK's Real World' logo.) This was filmed at Infinite Studios in Omaha, NE. This track will be featured on my next album, "shooK on3 - On The Rise LP" which will be dropping this fall. (2013)

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- Hip Hop Robin Hood - Lyrics

Verse 1
Fuck that Jarren, the farenheit flow you're blaring is gassed up
You're teaching swagger rap to act tough, see that much is given
I know you're sick like the Grinch with no gifts on Christmas
But swagger ill witted rhythms won't paint a canvas
So fuck ducking real, I ain't scared to say nothing!
I'd rather eat the crust of slut pussy covered in fluff
From retired nuts that bust and blow nothing but puff
Flurries of dust than not be trustworthy

*Hook*

Verse 2
I'm at a point where I'll fuck anything that walks
And if they're licking dick and two balls, then I'm in love
Oh, Did I offend you? Wait, you think I give a fuck?!?
I ain't pleasing anyone no more SO YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Imma be that guy you see once every month
High and drunk, belly swelling from gutting addy and rum
As I'm walking awkward as fuck, you'd think a pole was up my butt
Testosterone overflowing like a bull with pinched nuts
I can't help it, I like causing ruckus amongst
Fussing bitches walking up like ('Hey girl, what up?!')
'OH MY GOD?!?!' "Yeah, bitch I keep it real by the pound"
"Whatchu' mean they ain't cute?!? They're just Furbies. Look Now!!"

*Hook*

Verse 3
I'm good at talking shit a lot; I don't miss
Any chance to bleed the brakes off a drum or any disc
Misfit kid thinking vocal tube air of mine is his
That's why I rip the chord out their box and watch the lights dim
Sometimes I wish they'd talk shit and get me pissed
Cuz all I need is 5 minutes to flip it and rhmye with it
Two hundred and thirty nine lines on time I spit it
Through inside the mind writers that I cannot get rid of
Battle me? Pfft, bitch I'll belittle you
Crush you in one palm, serve you up as Stuart Little food
Sit back and watch until I'm sure his bowell gets rid of you (pffft)
"Cuz just shit him out".... *INCREDILE*

*Hook*

Verse 4
I lack tight T's, and the hype I see it bring
I lack the scabbing knees from acting peach to all the cream
That's why your place won't reach my levitate
Where I'm an asteroid in space to you desk ridden paperweights
An emcee, a master of the craft
Who can attack spit fast or slow won't matter
Cuz when you spaz on the track like splattered polka dot and plaid fads
Clash with fabric titans then you ain't the one I'm calling whack
A rapper with a vision, backed by only fact
Trapped inside a mind that's lined by a spring cocked back
So when I take your Ace, "shake my sleeve" and hand it back
You'll see a Jack outlined in pride and only one eye looking back. (Get it?)