[00:00.00]Martial Law
[00:09.00]And the flag was still there
[00:14.00]Waving on while we dance...
[00:20.00]Boosting the bass volume to a deaf range
[00:23.00]Crackin' a bottle of champagne
[00:25.00]They exchanged lyrical gratifications verbalized in the form of a toast
[00:28.60]It's gonna take Martial Law
[00:32.80]Curfew ain't gonna get it
[00:33.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[00:36.00]We're used to funkin' after hours
[00:38.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[00:41.00]Curfew ain't gonna get it
[00:43.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[00:46.00]We're used to funkin' after hours
[00:47.80]Funk is dead is what they said
[00:49.00]While sittin' 'round cheatin' at pool—smooth
[00:52.00]Bags baggin' and they weren't braggin'
[00:54.50]To tell the truth they were lookin' real cool
[00:57.00]They were choked up tight in their white on white
[00:58.00]Cocoa brown fronts were down
[01:00.00]They wore candy striped ties hangin' down to their flies
[01:04.00]Sported gold dust crowns
[01:06.00].......
[01:24.00]Before I shrivel up and die
[01:26.00]Let me tell you a little story 'bout the FBI
[01:28.00]The CIA, LAPD of the USA
[01:33.00]Ask 'em why I list 'em
[01:35.00]Talkin' 'bout that system
[01:37.00]Let us take a look and see what's up today
[01:42.00]They're takin' away the rights from the people, that's wrong
[01:44.00]What did King say "Can't we get along?"
[01:47.00]Beat down by the man whose check he paid
[01:50.00]Stacey Koons was just a drop
[01:53.30]In the bucket full of wicked cops
[01:56.00]No fire hose could wash that blood away
[02:18.00]It was the fifteenth frame of a straight pool game and they all stood diggin' the play
[02:22.00]With an idle shrug they suddenly dug a strange cat movin' their way
[02:27.00]He was a medium built cat with a funny type hat
[02:30.00]Looked about five years old he wore a messed up shit
[02:32.60]He needed a shine, he shivered as if he was cold
[02:36.00]Ah, but to all the other guys, they summized
[02:39.00]The dude was a motherfunkin' flunky
[02:40.60]But the well-trained eyes of how the mother ship flies
[02:43.00]You could tell the sucker was funky
[02:45.00]Homeboy grinned as the dude moved in
[02:48.00]Askin' had they seen the doc
[02:50.00]They said they hadn't seen him but heard he was fiendin'
[02:52.00]He had went to the studio to cop
[02:54.00]Ah, but if you got eyes coppin' size I can cop the P I'm in the flow
[02:58.40]LP's, CD's, cassettes and 8-tracks all good to go
[03:03.00]But you got to post bail, my man's wholesale,
[03:06.00]He's the only connect I know
[03:08.00]Flash me some bread the brother said
[03:10.00]Freeze here while I go score
[03:12.00]Well I got the bread but I'm leary, he said
[03:15.00]I'm playin' with the big band you know
[03:17.20]Homey had plans to burn the man, to take his money and blow
[03:21.00]But then he hesitated, ah cuz he had underestimated
[03:26.00]Now he's got to do the real show
[03:29.00]He said I can cop a piece on a small time lease
[03:31.30]You don't have to put up no ends, find you a stump to fit your rump
[03:35.70]I'll sure back in ten
[03:37.00]Ah, but as the brother stepped off up crept another brother
[03:40.60]Yo grab yourself a stick
[03:43.00]Said the little man I'm not a throw off worse yet I'm a show-off
[03:45.00]As he chalked and broke the shit with his d**k
[03:47.30]Runnin' the three the five the seven and twelve
[03:50.00]Blood said yo mama and the fifteen fell
[03:52.00]With combinations of English and bankin'
[03:53.50]He cued up to break rack three
[03:56.00]Yo, lookin' over his bridge past the ball to the figure near the wall
[04:00.00]Strokin' his stick, sayin' hold my thing while I go P
[04:03.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[04:06.00]Curfew ain't gonna get it
[04:08.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[04:11.00]We're used to funkin' after hours (repeat)
[04:13.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[04:15.00]Curfew ain't gonna get it
[04:17.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[04:19.00]We're used to funkin' after hours
[04:22.00]Taking the cue from the man in view
[04:24.00]He followed him into out of sight
[04:26.00]Where upon he paused or rather he stopped
[04:29.00]Pressin' the rewind then play on the beat box
[04:31.00]The funk was a phony, a fake and a fraud, bootleg copies to boot
[04:35.00]Not funk with a P on it but funk with a 3 on it
[04:38.00]Now comes the time to salute
[04:40.50]He says here's to beggin' duplicatin' and bootleggin'
[04:42.00]Here's to the funk on which I'm high
[04:45.00]The man made a pass, flashed a gold colored badge and said here's to I'm the FBI
[04:49.30]Homeboy grinned as he said my friend
[04:51.70]You want to make an example out of me
[04:53.00]Cuz I stole a little funk and I sold a little bunk funk
[04:56.40]Some pervert rapes your daughter and goes free
[04:59.00]The man said with a grin, that's not why you lose and I win
[05:03.00]If you're gonna steal the funk steal the motherfunkin' P!
[05:06.00]........
[05:26.30]It's gonna take Martial Law
[05:28.00]Curfew ain't gonna get it
[05:30.00]It's gonna take Martial Law
[05:32.30]We're used to funkin' after hours
[05:35.00].........

Martial Law
And the flag was still there
Waving on while we dance...
Boosting the bass volume to a deaf range
Crackin' a bottle of champagne
They exchanged lyrical gratifications verbalized in the form of a toast
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
Funk is dead is what they said
While sittin' 'round cheatin' at pool—smooth
Bags baggin' and they weren't braggin'
To tell the truth they were lookin' real cool
They were choked up tight in their white on white
Cocoa brown fronts were down
They wore candy striped ties hangin' down to their flies
Sported gold dust crowns
.......
Before I shrivel up and die
Let me tell you a little story 'bout the FBI
The CIA, LAPD of the USA
Ask 'em why I list 'em
Talkin' 'bout that system
Let us take a look and see what's up today
They're takin' away the rights from the people, that's wrong
What did King say "Can't we get along?"
Beat down by the man whose check he paid
Stacey Koons was just a drop
In the bucket full of wicked cops
No fire hose could wash that blood away
It was the fifteenth frame of a straight pool game and they all stood diggin' the play
With an idle shrug they suddenly dug a strange cat movin' their way
He was a medium built cat with a funny type hat
Looked about five years old he wore a messed up shit
He needed a shine, he shivered as if he was cold
Ah, but to all the other guys, they summized
The dude was a motherfunkin' flunky
But the well-trained eyes of how the mother ship flies
You could tell the sucker was funky
Homeboy grinned as the dude moved in
Askin' had they seen the doc
They said they hadn't seen him but heard he was fiendin'
He had went to the studio to cop
Ah, but if you got eyes coppin' size I can cop the P I'm in the flow
LP's, CD's, cassettes and 8-tracks all good to go
But you got to post bail, my man's wholesale,
He's the only connect I know
Flash me some bread the brother said
Freeze here while I go score
Well I got the bread but I'm leary, he said
I'm playin' with the big band you know
Homey had plans to burn the man, to take his money and blow
But then he hesitated, ah cuz he had underestimated
Now he's got to do the real show
He said I can cop a piece on a small time lease
You don't have to put up no ends, find you a stump to fit your rump
I'll sure back in ten
Ah, but as the brother stepped off up crept another brother
Yo grab yourself a stick
Said the little man I'm not a throw off worse yet I'm a show-off
As he chalked and broke the shit with his d**k
Runnin' the three the five the seven and twelve
Blood said yo mama and the fifteen fell
With combinations of English and bankin'
He cued up to break rack three
Yo, lookin' over his bridge past the ball to the figure near the wall
Strokin' his stick, sayin' hold my thing while I go P
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours (repeat)
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
Taking the cue from the man in view
He followed him into out of sight
Where upon he paused or rather he stopped
Pressin' the rewind then play on the beat box
The funk was a phony, a fake and a fraud, bootleg copies to boot
Not funk with a P on it but funk with a 3 on it
Now comes the time to salute
He says here's to beggin' duplicatin' and bootleggin'
Here's to the funk on which I'm high
The man made a pass, flashed a gold colored badge and said here's to I'm the FBI
Homeboy grinned as he said my friend
You want to make an example out of me
Cuz I stole a little funk and I sold a little bunk funk
Some pervert rapes your daughter and goes free
The man said with a grin, that's not why you lose and I win
If you're gonna steal the funk steal the motherfunkin' P!
........
It's gonna take Martial Law
Curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law
We're used to funkin' after hours
.........