(I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk) The funk baby So you wanna be hardcore With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal That you're screamin', maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher

This may be hard to swallow That one of us will lose Some of us will the following Some were made to choose Some were hoping Some only sang the blues This may be hard for you Some of us won't make it Some will bear the bruises