Loud and clear you hear this voice come
You wanted funk, yo so i got some
Due to the fact that the others lack
The jack attacks the wax
With a dope track
Good to the ear
Like a lovers tongue
Me Turbo B
Black gifted and young
Flung my lyric to funky drummer
1990 is a SNAP summer Blas Blas
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check
Groove is strong
Itll break your neck In 2
Or maybe its like in 3 parts,
True to the blood
And straight to the heart
Like mars patrol Im out sinners
First place winners and all beginners
Eat a bag of chips if Im late for dinner
This goes out to the record spinners
If you wonder wonder I be
Im the super dope incredible Turbo B
Lickin the lyrics skillfully
Like a champ grab the Microphone
And all the suckers are breakin camp,
Da… bum Da boo Mc keesport posse
This buds for you
In some minute and seconds flat
Mc Turbo B puts the port on the map
Not the father or macio, Slow its me Turbo B
And Im running the show straight to the top
This ones a slammer skull cracking groove
Like a hammer,
Jason was chasing Freddy was ripping,
If ya walk on ice For sure youre slipping
Ya walk out a plane for sure youre falling
3 months old you should be crawling