Featuring: JAY-Z

Songwriter: JAY-Z

[Intro]
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this

[Verse 1]
Ayo, my records sell 'cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, 'cause I'm really gon' do it
The voice of the hustlers, who else gon' do it?
Most niggas is locked or in the box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V
You rap niggas on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
You're Prince, 'cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did e'ry bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I could shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed
Tryin' to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw
Nigga, I'm straight gutter, let me remind you
Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
I flow shit, blow shit, smash shit, tow shit
On some sho' shit, hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggas in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack 'em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play
Tell me who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
'Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only respect the Feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
'Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!

[Verse 2]
Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me
Every Tom, Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami
Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wrist style
Sell fish scale, y'all niggas love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top baby girl
If you're not afraid, the world is watchin'
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers
Think they hurtin' me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace out
Cartier watch, ma, diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out
Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her
His days are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby shower
Beatch!

[Outro]
How we do, Funk Flex, yeah
Brooklyn...

Funkmaster Flex

Funkmaster Flex began his career as a producer best known for his work in the 90’s East Coast hip-hop scene. His discography includes both solo works, such as 60 Minutes of Funk which received RIAA gold standard, as well as his collaborative efforts with rappers such as Biz Markie and The Notorious B.I.G. Flex’s early music served as an inspiration for other artists growing up, such as Mark

However, Flex is perhaps best known as a DJ, most notable for his show on radio station Hot 97 in New York. His show often includes special guests who freestyle, also known as the “Funkmaster Flex Freestyle”, rappers who have participated, to name a few, include J. Cole and Mos Def.

Even more notorious, is the news and gossip sections of Funk Flex’s show. Although Flex is not new at inserting himself into beef, he immortalized his position in gossip when he perpetuated the 2015 Drake and Meek Mill ghostwriting beef. The Funkmaster played reference tracks from alleged Drake ghostwriter Quentin Miller and dissed Drake on his show continuously. While he did eventually deliver on providing some “evidence” to Quentin Miller’s involvement with Drake, many criticized Flex for using the beef as promotion, even starting a petition to have him fired from Hot 97.