It’s the skunk; funk, booming in your set
You never can forget, how it messes with your head
It’s the top buzz, massaging your brain,
Feeling good again, sidestepped the rain
And pains, cease, it’s such a pure relief.
Sirens in my head like “the sound of the police”
Keep ringing, bringing me back to the cause.
Hip-hop & love so I rock like “it’s yours”
The Ruf punk poet & rebel without a pause.
One-man hip hop army on my ultimate tour.
Of life, mike’s ripped and needles busted
Spreading all my love and my music disgusting
Gift to you all, society appals.
We’ve got to rise above it so I open up doors.
“Let me out to play Mum” everyone breaks loose.
Free your mind and body let my words seduce.
The proof is in the pudding, Ruf Beats consume.
Play this late at night and listen to the boom, of…

The skunk, funk, it’s really what you want.
Making you an addict to the cosmic funk.
Yes the skunk, funk. Tell me can you cope.
The Ruf hip-hop style is the original dope.

So I push it up, suck it up, (aah) feel the swirl.
To all my new people, B Boys fly girls.
Remember that your future is to know your past.
Ruf Beats for 10 years and it’s really gone fast.
Zooming round the planet, planting my seeds.
Dropping dope verses with the other MC’s.
Wrecking every set, DJ’ing with the best.
Give you pure memories – the craziest.
Payment varies – result’s the same.
Doing it for the love and never the fame.
If it comes I’ll grab it, gently poke it.
Try to cope & blow this scene wide open.
So everybody follow if you’ve got skills “kick it”
And if you are a fan, light it up now hit it to ….

The skunk, funk, it’s really what you want.
Making you an addict to the cosmic funk.
Yes the skunk, funk. Tell me can you cope.
The Ruf hip-hop style is the original dope.

I’ve come to this trip, equipped like Bill Hicks
Dropping my mind bomb’s, keep you in fits
And jiggle like a puppet when I call “Let’s Dance”.
Get up off the wall, you bore, take the chance.
I’m making this infectious - people do you get this?
Minds make room – I’m telling you my death wish.
Love me when I’m gone, my friends, come gather.
Party at my wake and get your eardrums battered.
People will remember how I stood for rights
To be your true selves and follow the light.
How I did all I dreamed plus so much more.
Gave you Ruf Beats at a price you could afford.
Chatted on the phone, sat high at home.
We always had a laugh, maybe a little moan.
All we love lost before our eyes.
Our world, our music, our lives, surprise!
Sold down the river, so we battle and swim.
Upstream to Atlantis, let your life begin.
Meditate to the mesmerising two tone.
Sound of the underground, the Rufs Beats Zone, of ….

The skunk, funk, it’s really what you want.
Making you an addict to the cosmic funk.
Yes the skunk, funk. Tell me can you cope.
The Ruf hip hop style is the original dope.

Skunk funk

Copyright D.J.Davies aka RUFMOUTH 11/01/2002 5-6am.