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    Ahmad - Touch The Ceiling
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    Dig it, if you got the feeling, then jump and rip the roof up
    Steady flowin rhymes, drop 'heavy' like that 'blue funk'
    Niggaroe, westcoast kid, with the new sound
    Never fake, I be real, so what you gonna do now?
    Battle? I don't think so, look, I got your noose tugged
    Did ya, now standin there, daisy with your dukes up
    Who's up next to watch me get loose, then bruise necks
    And niggas who stink
    Then go hang out like a link
    I'm the brink of the blow up
    Sink and watch me go up
    Another level, let the bass boom
    As the treble tunes up
    My too rough style
    I'm too tough
    I'm gifted, ovin the crowd
    I make em get up, then I get down
    It's the sound of the new kid gettin stupid
    I know shit stinks, so I don't mind if you loop it
    Oops, almost went pop, now drama like that deserves a grammy
    It's the (bonafied funk for your fanny)

    So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling
    Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling

    Well, the king of the hill's back, blew up like a well
    Got a leash and I go in and out of style like your bell-
    Bottoms, say shit that's real like I'm nuts over midgets
    Pitch, then make my mic throw a strike like a picket
    Not really into baseball, but I'm an all-american
    Still act a fool
    Breakin rappers like a rule
    I'm cool, mostly peaceful
    Kick it with my people
    But if I go insane
    You can jump and do the same
    Thing, I gotta sing
    La-la, if you got that swing
    Follow me, get wreck
    I make you bounce like a check
    Mic-check, 1-2
    Stand and watch me run through
    A crew real easy, but that's only if I want to
    Murder if I want it, stand and watch me flaunt this shit
    I'm like the mafia, I keep on makin hits
    I know which way is up
    And won't stop
    Till I hit rock bottom
    That's the truth
    But for now smack the roof
    Then groove to the
    Bonafied funk for your fanny

    So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling
    Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling

    Break it down, y'all

    Well, I'm not a baby, but I got another verse left to spit out
    King of the hill, knock em down when they get up
    Westcoast kid, they got the goods, and can get - ehm
    Busy on the mic like this
    So pump your fist
    And never hit the ff button on my cassette
    Just sit stunned
    Dn't give me no props until I'm done
    Your mouth's wide open cause you're hopin
    That you might be able to be label-
    Mates with the great niggaroe
    I'm just down with the king, and you're not it
    Lookin for your gift, but I already shot it
    I wreck shop with real hip-hop, so at last it's
    Ahmad with the (bonafied funk) for your asses
    So groove to the
    Bonafied funk for your fanny

    So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling
    Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling

    So groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling
    Move to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling

    Groove to the bonafied funk for your fanny
    And if you got the feeling
    Jump and touch the ceiling
    Do the freak to the bonafied funk for your fanny
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