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Omega Funk 10​,​000 EP

by Benjiphonik

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Omega Funk 10,000 02:42
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Welcome to Omega Funk Airlines, Flight 10,000 Y’all better be ready to groove tonight, as we get down on this funky flight We got the power, 10,000 mega tons Like a candle in the night, shining bright Yo, baby, this is gonna be fun We got those savage grooves that’ll make ya holler, “Please!” Our funk is tight, and we’re doin’ it right Makin’ jelly in the back of your knees Say WHAT! 10,000 – Worldwide This Joint is stupid fly Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk 10,000 – Worldwide This Joint is stupid fly Back to the future, where Omega Funk was born A diamond in the rough, hangin’ tough Rhythm sweeter than a sweet popcorn The music junkies shot their funk into the air Let your butt hand down, move it around Shake it like ya just don’t care 10,000 – Worldwide This Joint is stupid fly Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk 10,000 – Worldwide This Joint is stupid fly Just another lover of the Organized Noise The get down groove, my weapon of choice I’ll aim it at the heads of all the ladies and the boys While I’m jumpin’ to the rhythm of the beat Ya ever heard a Jive Turkey talk about chicken Y’all getting’ funky to the rhymes I’m kickin’ My tongue is getting’ numb from all the chicken finger lickin’ And I’m jumpin’ to the rhythm of the beat 10,000 – Worldwide This Joint is stupid fly Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk Good gaud, Yes Please! I am your fantasy Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk 10,000 – Worldwide This Joint is stupid fly Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk Good gaud, Yes Please! I am your fantasy Mega Funk, Mega Funk, Omega Funk
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You Callin' It Hip Hop 03:12
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Sending out a message from the Earth to outer-space Our planet’s in trouble. Please help the human race. A sonic apocalypse has robbed us of the beat No pop-locks, beatbox, or rhymin’ on the street The trap is all around us, in our head an’ our ears Livin’ in fear, “You got ta rise up and persevere!” No more excuses for suboptimal rap Listen to your elders, then spit fire like that So, we stomp that beat ‘til your feet get groanin’ Dance like a fool ‘til six in the moanin’ We break it down to the power of three One kick, one snare, on dope MC You callin’ it Hip Hop But there’s no Rap You callin’ it Hip Hop With no Boom Bap Kids ain’t even rhymin’ on the street anymore Somebody get a B-Boy and Girl on the floor Whatever happened to the days of cutting heads One MC survived, the other was dead Life inside the cipher made queens and mighty kings Rhythm an’ stings, you’d never know what someone would bring That would strengthen the game, changing the game Build it up, tear it down, rearranging the game Biggie Smalls an’ Tupac done rolled in they grave Beat depraved, “The soul of Hip Hop needs to be saved!” But I ain’t the one to bring that New Jack fire I’m a Sucka MC, nobody’s callin’ me sire So, wake up, get up, stand up for your rights What time it is, y’all, “Time ta rock the mic!” You callin’ it Hip Hop But there’s no Rap You callin’ it Hip Hop With no Boom Bap Kids ain’t even rhymin’ on the street anymore Somebody get a B-Boy and Girl on the floor 40 days and 40 nights the Ark of Rap sailed to the light To rock a rhyme that’s right on time Rap can save us all I’m a put this into words that you can easily understand There’s a message in the music from the sonic promised land So, gather round to hear the sound of funk personified Get on the Ark of Rap, my friends, I’ll take you for a ride You callin’ it Hip Hop (X3) You callin’ it Hip Hop But there’s no Rap You callin’ it Hip Hop With no Boom Bap Kids ain’t even rhymin’ on the street anymore Somebody get a B-Boy and Girl on the floor You callin’ it Hip Hop But there’s no Rap You callin’ it Hip Hop With no Boom Bap Kids ain’t even rhymin’ on the street anymore Somebody get a B-Boy and Girl on the floor
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I Don't Even Know Where I've Been 03:14
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I walk the streets of the city at night And I don’t even know where I’ve been I struggle hard just to stand in the light And I don’t even know where I’ve been I see the light shine down from the trees And I can feel the power movin’ up the back of knees, until my – Head spins in the summer-time breeze And I don’t even know where I’ve been I can’t remember such a beautiful day All the tremors of the night just fading away I could be in Hollywood, Cape Town, or Bombay I don’t even know where I’ve been I walk the streets of the city at night And I don’t even know where I’ve been I struggle hard just to stand in the light And I don’t even know where I’ve been The city burns to mechanical beats With an urban education from the heart of the street So I dance to the rhythm of the radiant heat And I don’t even know where I’ve been Walkin’ down the beach with a guitar in my hand I can feel the pricklation of my feet in the sand I could be in Abu Dhabi or The Sea of Japan And I don’t even know where I’ve been I walk the streets of the city at night And I don’t even know where I’ve been I struggle hard just to stand in the light And I don’t even know where I’ve been Ooo-hoo, ooo-hoo, ooo-hoo, ooo-hoo (x8) I can’t remember such a beautiful day All the tremors of the night just fading away I could be in Hollywood, Cape Town, or Bombay I don’t even know where I’ve been I walk the streets of the city at night And I don’t even know where I’ve been I struggle hard just to stand in the light And I don’t even know where I’ve been I can’t remember such a beautiful day Ooo-hoo, ooo-hoo, ooo-hoo, ooo-hoo (x4) I can’t remember such a beautiful day
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I'm Not Hard 02:42
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I’m Not Hard – Yo, I’m soft like a kitten, loose the dogs on me I’m a cry when I’m bitten I’m Not Hard – I can’t roll with the G’s, I’m a lily skinned white boy shakin’ at the knees I’m Not Hard – I never shot a gat, never chased nobody with a baseball bat I’m Not Hard – I can’t live like a thug, at the end of the day I just wanna give hugs This boy ain’t hard I never said I was hard Ain’t pullin’ cards I ain’t pullin’ no cards Thinks he’s a star I’m gonna be a big star He’s trippin, I’m gonna drive a big car He’s trippin’ hard I’m Not Hard – I ain’t a stickup kid, I got awards as a kid for the stories I did I’m Not Hard – I’m not fly with the Honey’s, I’m a broke white joke, I don’t even make money I’m Not Hard – I never jacked no ride, I like warm fuzzy things ‘cause I’m soft inside I’m Not Hard – I never took no toke, but I did watch Cheech & Chong, Up In Smoke This boy ain’t hard I never said I was hard Ain’t pullin’ cards I ain’t pullin’ no cards Thinks he’s a star I’m gonna be a big star He’s trippin, I’m gonna drive a big car He’s trippin’, I’m on-a get real far He’s trippin’, I never said I was hard Lord, he’s trippin’ hard I got mouths to feed, a wife and 3 cats, ya I said 3 cats, ‘cause I’m crazy like that A mortgage to pay, I’m doin’ all right, takin’ friends to the movies on a Saturday night I’m Not Hard – those cats, my friends, my wife, the good Lord Blessed – gave meaning to life So I take it all in, turn the blessing to sound, gonna drop that bass, y’all, spread it around This boy ain’t hard I never said I was hard Ain’t pullin’ cards I ain’t pullin’ no cards Thinks he’s a star I’m gonna be a big star He’s trippin, I’m gonna drive a big car He’s trippin’, I’m on-a get real far He’s trippin’, I never said I was hard Lord, he’s trippin’ hard
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SPY vs SPY 03:15
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It’s time – I materialize My network of spies, hidden truth beneath the lies So smooth – when I glide I put on a disguise – disappear before your eyes Hot damn – I look good in this tux I got an Aston Martin and a pocket full of bucks Let’s go – to the casino tonight Steal a microchip and then we’re lookin’ for a fight ‘Cause I’m a spy Spy versus spy Hot Damn I turn eyes – in Versace and lace Then I use kung-fu to get up out of this place You say you’re a spy – well, I’m a spy too And I got you in my sight and there aint nothin’ you can do So get woke – before you wind up dead With an arrow in your back or a laser in your head I gotta barracuda, better pray ta Buddha I don’t wanna kick your lazy butt and leave you stranded in Bermuda I’m a spy Spy versus spy Hot Damn I’m a spy Spy versus spy Hot Damn There’s a virus inside this computer machine And it’s rigged to explode when we slide on the scene Evil robots attack when we capture their queen And cycloptic-baboons on the Moon are so mean Calm down – just wait a minute Take those baboons on the Moon, and put a pin in it Ya otta lean a lesson from me Shaken not stirred – have a martini or three ‘Cause I’m a spy Spy versus spy Hot Damn I’m a spy Spy versus spy Hot Damn
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Rap Machine 03:25
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I used to play guitar in the rock-n-roll Now I drop that bass in the rhythm an’ flow So, all ya B-Boys and ya B-Girls, let’s go We be getting’ down in this Hip Hop show Because the Rap Machine is a machine that makes money I used to put it down, yo, isn’t that funny That my king was Queen, Van Halen, an’ Styx Now I pumpin’ Kanye and Jay-Z in the mix Classic Rock is now RUN DMC, Nas, an’ OPP “Ya, you know me!” So I’m-a hustle in the scene tryin’-ta get that green Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine Hop into the whip, Y’all ridin’ with me Bumpin’ to that rhythm an’ flow Rollin’ down the strip, y’all, livin’ the dream Thumpin’ to that rhythm an’ Flow Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine For every king there’s a queen in the Rap Machine Ladies on the mic bum-rushin’ the scene Latifah, Salt-N-Pepa, an’ MC Lyte With flows so dope, “They was doin’ it right!” An’ if you wanna take a shot, it’s Fire at Will From the Cardi to the B to the Lauryn to the Hill When Rapsody raps she blows all of our minds Leavin’ all the boys an’ hate behind So, if yaw anna make noise y’all need ta get super Be fly with yo style like a Hip Hop Trooper Be a straight up Annapolis rhyme-marine Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine Hop into the whip, Y’all ridin’ with me Bumpin’ to that rhythm an’ flow Rollin’ down the strip, y’all, livin’ the dream Thumpin’ to that rhythm an’ Flow Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine Rap to the rhythm, clap to the rhythm Get on your feet Y’all snap, let’s dap to the rhythm Rock to the rhythm, roll to the rhythm Out-a control Time ta sing that soul to the rhythm Hop into the whip, Y’all ridin’ with me Bumpin’ to that rhythm an’ flow Rollin’ down the strip, y’all, livin’ the dream Thumpin’ to that rhythm an’ Flow Hop into the whip, Y’all ridin’ with me Bumpin’ to that rhythm an’ flow Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine Tearin’ down the strip, y’all, settin’ it free Rollin’ down the strip, y’all, livin’ the dream Thumpin’ to that rhythm an’ Flow Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine Y’all jump inta my Rap Machine

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released September 9, 2020

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Benjiphonik Riverside, California

Benjiphonik is here to give the world just what it’s been longing for: a bald, skinny, dude with hair horns, stealin’ beats and spittin’ rhymes! Two time Blizzcon Award winning songwriter and performer, Linkin Park opener, and renowned cookie-baking raconteur, Ben ‘Benjiphonik’ Stewart has embarked on an alternative rock & Hip Hop journey that may just save your life… ... more

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