Yeah yeah   It's Funk Flex y'all   With Com Sense bwoy   Understand it's a rapture   Volume three the final chapter   Ain't nuttin but that b-boy thing goin on   from Chicago to New York to all over   ?, y'all, yo, check it      Rap warlord, stay on point like a scoreboard   Ended up with a foot in your mouth, wishin for more doors   I walk through the corridor of fame, with nuthin   but game, this shit's a game, rhyme mission:   to educate and entertain, after Rasheed   don't shit remain but afterwash   My first joint was aight, second and third, tight like ?Shanda Lox?   or Puff and The Lox the name Com's a paradox   Deliverty of my first one I coach like ?Landit Cox?   Don't like a cat that handle rocks that ran in spots   Ask D why my video ain't on The Box yet   Styles similar to the hustle, cause You Can't Knock it   An unidentified object, to the third optic   In battles I leave niggaz on top of each other like the projects   Not knowin the science behind it, by it they were blinded   My book of life in five rings are binded, what?      Yeah, yo, yo, yo, it's Com Sense y'all   Uh, uh, with Funk Flex y'all   Yeah, yeah, it's volume three bwoy   Yeah, yeah, and for the b-boy   Yeah, yeah, yo, yo   We gonna get down, we gonna get down..