Turfbuilders
Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Double K:] A fresh rhyme recital for the kids like... let's do this. Yo, yo... yo, pump that beat, man. You know what I'm sayin'? I need to hear that. Yo, pump that beat up, yo. Yeah... Right there, right there.
[Double K, sped up:] Ay-yo, ay-yo, ay-yo. Yo, what I need y'all to do is come up in this booth, right? I need y'all to kick some of them fresh, fly, funky, stinky rhymes that y'all be kickin', right? I want all the kids to know who you motherfuckers is, man.
[Thes One:]
We step on stage from state to state and measure our weight with the...
Crate-slinging, hustling, shuggling, twelve-smuggling this real funk
Snoopy might sniff it and customs, they might check it
The punks open it up, suitcase be full of records
Visa stamp, he's a champ, let him do the interlude in hotels
Tell them bellboys we rude
The P gon' raise the roof like Amish folk
Then let the sucka burn like the trauma Thai/traumatize smoke
Being the big loc, billy-goating the local dames
Where they not only know the name but happy we came
So here it is, rockin' live, just me and my buddies
Controlling the kids through music like teletubbies
Best under the sun and relatively ([Spoken sample:] Lovely)
Brixton dug me, hard-hitting rugby rhythms
Be getting 'em bubbly, the clubs be spinning
So funked up, they get home and can't sleep on it
You gonna throw it up when you see the P on it
Honestly, tonic and gin is my Huckleberry Finn
A lot of adventrues, I don't know where to begin
Um... what was I sayin' while that P-Funk be playin'?
Man, you're rocking with the Jaz, the Thes, the Double K
And with the love and the town... and love and what... (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
[Thes One:]
Ay-yo, pump me up, yo, we covering ground
Now, the P be pumping it up by tearing it down
And y'all love this sound, it goes... to the...
Yo, pump me up, yo, we covering ground
Now, the P be pumping it up by tearing it down
And y'all love this sound, it goes... to the... ay-yo...
[Double K:] (Uh, bust it out, string it up)
Gettin' busy like a hi-top fade
I rock to get better for the letter, the P
The go-getter of fresh shit, Double and the Peruvian
The ones you should mess with, we mess with funky loops
We go together like toast and orange juice
Made American hang loose, broke up the gang truce
Stolen the Spruce Goose and got fly on 'em, Columbian neck-tie on 'em
Pumpin' like a new modem, rhymes, I wrote 'em in color
In every letter with a difference, they say that I'm splendiferous
In your peripher-ence, but I stay out of sight
Put a citation on your microphone, so leave Mike alone when he doing his thang
And here in the big bang, heard Parliament sang:
"If you hear any noise, it's me and the boys"
Just getting drunk and doing what we known for
For Fort Collins and Sactown, back down to San Dog
It's your man and them, brought a clan with them
Back for the first time, equivalent to crime in the streets
Out of control like wild teenagers and pagers
Swearing in the name of your savior
I get funky like Deuteronomy, no one ever be harming me
MCs be taunting me, but I strike down from the heavens of dopeness
You can quote this, tell 'em I'm in every word and verb
I'm smashing kids with adjectives, no additives
Them niggas are pro now, it's like "Oh, wow! ([Thes One:] Ay-yo, tearin' it down, and...)
You motherfukers did it again!" Uh! (Fo sho... to the...)
Ay-yo, pump me up, man, we're covering ground
Now, the P be pumping it up by tearing it down
And y'all love this sound, it goes... to the...
Ay-yo, pump me up, yo, we're covering ground
Now, the P be pumping it up by tearing it down
And y'all love this sound, it goes... to the...
Ay-yo, pump me up, yo, we're covering ground
Now, the P be pumping it up by tearing it down
And y'all love this sound, it goes... to the...
Ay-yo, pump me up, yo, we're covering ground
Yup, we're covering ground, yup, we're covering ground
So get down... it's turfbuilding.
([Thes One:] Thes to the rescue... cuttin' through grass and all that jazz... Double K... yeah, he's fertilizing... he's fertilizing... mow that shit... fertilize... a little sprinklers...them Toros in the ground...
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Trivia:
- Soundcloud description: "This is a demo track that got recorded in 2006."
This track appears on the following releases:
- Soundcloud stream & download (released Nov. 13, 2015)
