Lyrics

Saloon Funk

Saloon Funk 1st Verse:

This is your anthem/ you can/ count on it already/ Phon-X & Lex Icon shred your text into confetti

Are your ready?

Yeah I'm ready, but are the people ready/ for Exfyl to cut like a machete to the head of a Yeti

Oh my god your skill just killed Kenny like Kennedy! Public Enemy like Sam from Yosemite

Yosemite!? If music is the remedy,

REMEDY?

Then how come MY melody can invoke jealousy?They're tellin' me I'm so phat, they're suckin' my dick through a skin flap/

Phon-X touch?s heads like chinstraps, so let the record spin back and analyze our syntax/

our hot wax melts your slipmats

Wear jimhats for dingbats/

cuz if careless with awareness you get the wrist slap with a macewhip

l replace ya face and leave you quakin',

standin' naked in a snakepit

Words spit like birdshit on your head unexpectedly/

zoom in from inhuman trajectories

I be/ intercontinental/ buzzin' metropolitan vicinities at an undetected tempo

Exfyl's checkin' your dental records/ my mental is respected like I erect temples/

Simple/

Simple thoughts yet deep in wordplay playin' with different tenses of words in the same sentence

Lyrically intense but this is/ your consequence/ you're overpowered by my vowels and devoured by my consonants

Dominant in prominent subjects/ voice in your face with original subtext

1st chorus:


Saloon funk/
get you to the moon funk/
when we boom trunk/
punks get dunked in
spittoon funk/ soon drunk
when the sun of noon sunk/
tycoons cocoons baboon saloon funk

2nd Verse:

What happens when/ I throw flows like javelins/ you're feelin' I'm healin' like my mic is a talisman

You wanna make a comparison?

I'm half Harry Harrison/ half Billy Madison

You're freestyle's nice like Nancy Kerrigan on ice/

I?m crazy

Phon?s runnin' red lights with no headlights at night!

Cuz I got spherical flows from my nuts to my guts to my headflux/

back to my nuts!

That's right & ill but crazier for instance, these hot cross buns like I got crucifix biscuits

Check the acoustics of this loose-lipped rhyme nuisance adding my two cents to the blueprint

Join the movement/ a union of hiphop music/ pop, rock, future shock & bop, a fusion/

FUSION

rooted in a rhythm of our own choosing, droppin? philosophy like Rashi or Maimonides

We'll loose them putting private jokes in verses/ in a crowd of strangers it affects 5 persons

Persons. That's worse than a habitat of maggots/ crystalline mind and you know my edge is jagged

I'm the pinnacle of cynical since industry ignores us/ record deal or bust my crib should
be a tourbus/ with deejay exfyl's textile of raw cuts/

RHP burns the house down to sawdust

2nd Chorus:

Saloon funk/
get you to the
moon funk/
when we boom trunk/
punks get dunked in
spittoon funk/ soon drunk
when the sun of noon sunk/
tycoons cocoons baboon saloon funk