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Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Yo what's up nigga, you know my name, they call me Mr. Funke
But back when I was young you coulda called me Mr. Hungry
'Cause there were many days when we had nothin' to eat
(What did you do?) What could I do? I went to sleep
My family's financial status was kinda funny
(Tell the truth nigga!) Okay, we didn't have no money
My moms raised me well even though times were bad
She taught me to survive and be glad with what I had
'Cause if a midget did somethin' wrong as a child
(Funky child!) You wasn't gonna eat for a while
Yo, what the fuck is this? You call that shit a report card?
Look at all these goddamn F's
How the fuck did you get an F in home ec?
I'ma beat your ass when this song's over
I can remember one day when my teacher caught me cheatin'
(Ooh) For dinner I had a beatin'
She said I couldn't eat but yo, that wasn't what made me crazy
Seemed like every time I couldn't eat she served me somethin' tasty
I'd be like, "Ma" (Hell no!) "Just a piece of bread"
(Boy, you better leave me alone and take your ass to bed)
I couldn't even go up my nose and pick a winner
I had sleep for dinner
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Well, I'm lyin' in the bed and my stomach's growlin'
Like "Rrr, rrr," like a dungeon dragon
So I'm out the bed, runnin', dashin'
Glad my friends ain't here 'cause they'll sure be laughin'
Bust into the kitchen, poppin' open my fridge
And now it's got me cryin' like a little bitty kid
Nothin', nada, not even a crumb
Where, oh where will I get dinner from?
The cabinet, the market, or the back of my freezer
Or should I call the pizza man and jack him for his pizza?
Ding-dong, who the fuck is it?
(Pizza man, uh, come right in)
I swung for his head and the pizza man's hat fell
But what I didn't know was that this man was a black belt
He was nice, like somethin' straight out a karate flick (Wah-ka!)
He ducked down, he kicked me, jumped up and did a back flip
I swung, I missed, he balled up his fist
He hooked me and shook me and yo, I got pissed
At one time I thought that there was no way to stop him
Then I picked up a lamp from on the table and I clocked him
Now I'm starvin', no pizza, and nothin' to fill my gut
The only thing I ate was the way I chewed his feet up
But hold up, I thought you clocked him with the lamp, money
The pizza fell and I went to bed hungry
God damn, boy, you went to bed hungry like that?
Boy, every night, eight times a week, thirty-one times a month
Boy, pizza man must be fightin' hard, boy
Unless you wanna try it nowadays
Hahaha, tell me how we livin' now, boy, give it to me
Now times are lovely and we eatin' kinda swell
I say, well, what the hell, all the records that we sell
The cash comes in stacks, gettin' over like a fat rat
And I remember back when it simply wasn't like that
We didn't have no peas or no macaroni and cheese
The only thing we had for dinner was a bowl full of Z's
And times when I opened up my fridge and I'd say
"Hello?" There was an echo
But yo, who's to blame, ain't no shame in my game
'Cause now we're makin' papes and everybody knows our name
Which only leaves spaces for these familiar faces
Here come the Lord, that's one of the many flavors
Sleep for dinner is tellin' ya how it was back in the days
Back before I made the phrase that pays
I read more books than Bird, for that I don't be bluffin'
Yo, what the fuck you think, I got this much by doin' nothin'?
You say the world is rough, I tell you stop the whinin', kid
Millions didn't make it but I was one of the ones who did
And please never say that I always had it, why? Because I'd laugh
I know what it's like not to have
But all in all I had to crawl before I could stand tall, can't fall
Had to stick Peter to pay Paul
Take a stand, you don't want your chef to be the Sandman
Work for yours, brother, or be a hungry motherfucker
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Sleep for dinner in the underground
Uh, Motown, '93
Ruff in the motherfuckin' house
Marley Marl on the boards
DJ Lord Jazz
D-Mack, Hi-Fee, huh
Black, inner city, from the Bricks
Newark, NJ
We out like that
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