(the joke's on you, jack ) --> l.l. cool j      (ha-ha-ha)      [ verse 1: kid capri ]   Oh you (you) started somethin new   Sorry, that is somethin that you're used to   Keep quiet, cause kid capri is teachin this   Sure you think I slept, but only if   We can conclude this matter   But your last feelings will still be the same   (the joke's on you, jack)   Yes, it's on you, jack   Don't understand? then let me explain   How I can get funky like this all day   You really didn't think that this could be done   Step into my path, you will feel the wrath   How many take me out? none      (the joke's on you, jack )      (ha-ha-ha)      [ verse 2: kid capri ]   Swish (swish) lords of funk from the foul line   Boom-bammin, slammin like a alpine   I know you hate us, but you better think ahead   You try to dis us - you're dead   For no reason at all   You made yourself look like a crumb   Man, you flipped, mouthed off with the lip   You ended up bein kid capri's son   Take your dukes, punk, show me what you got   Then maybe you can fit in with the rest of the rookies   (the joke's on you, jack)   You wanna make a bet?    The lords of funk is the hip-hop bookies      (the joke's on you, jack )      (ha-ha-ha)      Break it down   (the joke)   (ha-ha-ha)   (the joke)   (ha-ha-ha)   (the joke's on you, jack )   (ha-ha-ha)      Silver d (silver d) take it to the breakdown   Money mark, please scratch to the northbound   ( *scratching* )okay, that's enough   D and mark, he's beefin, call the kid's bluff   ( *scratching* )      [ verse 3: kid capri ]   Oh man, you never heard it this good   You wanna battle? do you really think you should?    You got a crew that like to start trouble   But in the end they get bust like a bubble   Now, you should get taught some manners   Come into my party and act polite   Talk to the cuties and dance with some honeys   And don't you come here lookin for a fight   This is a party and not a warzone   So open up your eyes, then maybe you'll see   I'm bad like rambo, sort of like commando   What's my name? (the kid capri)   Man, I'm a bone-breaker, pounder like a heavyweight   A rap teacher, here, let me demonstrate   Better than ever, I'm tougher than leather   Gotta make sure lords of funk stay together   To rock violators one by one   (yo man, why you do that, kid capri? )   Cause it's fun   Stay away, close is prohibited   Gettin dissed, well, how could you live with it?    You're broke, you're weak, you're starvin, you're hungry   You're lost, you're gone, you're dissed   You are so mad, you're angry, you're upset, you're hurt   And you're steamin and you're fumin and you're pissed   You're ready to rob and steal, kidnap and kill   Rape a woman with a bat   Now let me make sure that you understand   (the joke's on you, jack)   Hah, the joke's on you, jack      (the joke's on you, jack )      (ha-ha-ha)      Man..   You!      Hey, the joke's on you, jack   Ha-ha-ha-ha!   Come on