"Bonafied Funk" lyrics

Main Source forever, crews gotta get more clever
Whatever, just have your shit together
'Cause it's '91, which means not a thing
'Cause for centuries, we'll make crews sing
No matter what record label, we stay stable
Pick up the album, we're never on cable
Crews cross over, but not Main Source
I use Simon's guitar strings to floss
Brand New Heavies
Play the shit that people used to listen to in '70's Chevys
So we don't have to loop up a beat to fuck your group up
Just bring the band, by the way, we got Jan on the drums
Andrew plucks the bass with his thumbs
And Simon, like I mentioned before, just strums
The guitar strings for all my siblings
Just follow when everyone sings

Brand New Heavies (Brand New Heavies!)
And Main Source (Main Source!)
...

Ayo, wait a minute
We got The Heavies in the crib puttin' the funk back in it
And if you know the Main Source, you know my man K-Cut
And him and Simon is gonna show you what's up

I can't forget the other man on the scratches
Sir Scratches, like his hands are two hatchets
While Andrew plucks on the bass
I'm gonna let my man Sir Scratch drop taste

Ayo, now everybody sing

Brand New Heavies (Brand New Heavies!)
And Main Source (Main Source!)
...

Just an example of how rappers don't have to sample
To keep the funk beat on the street
So slide to the side when the Source and The Heavies collide
'Cause it's Bonafied Funk for ya hide
To wiggle, makin' beatheads uncivil
Turntables swivel as the rap crews shrivel
Away, like a fiend with tooth decay
Peace is not the word to play, hey

Brand New Heavies (Brand New Heavies!)
And Main Source (Main Source!)
...

One time, it's the...
(Ahh... yeah...)
(Come on, come on, come on ...)

One time for your mind, one time for your mind
The Large Professor in the house
Main Source forever, y'all, be cool