Flex has released several mixtape albums. He is also influential in the automotive street scene, with a show on Spike TV, Ride with Funkmaster Flex, The show is also on KTN (Kenya Television Network), Channel O (South Africa) and [[Channel [V]]] (Australia), as well as All Muscle with Funkmaster Flex on ESPN, and Next Year Car Wars with Funkmaster Flex He founded Team Baurtwell, a custom car club. Flex puts on an annual touring car show, the Funkmaster Flex Celebrity Car Show Tour, which includes the cars of stars such as Wyclef Jean and many others.
The LUGZ shoe company produced the FMF-1 Funkmaster Flex driving shoe, designed by Flex. He has also been a spokesman for Starter athletic gear and Greyhound.
In the videogame, ESPN NFL 2K5, Flex is a celebrity adversary and is also unlockable as a free agent fullback in season mode. Funkmaster Flex Currently Resides in Ardsley, NY
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Discography
The Mix Tape Volume 1: 60 Minutes of Funk
The Mix Tape Volume 2: 60 Minutes of Funk
The Mix Tape Volume 3: 60 Minutes of Funk
The Tunnel (album)
The Mix Tape Volume 4: 60 Minutes of Funk
Funkmaster Flex Car Show Tour (2005)
Ill Bomb
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics
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Uh, pimp shit
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
My vocals, uh, uh
I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize
That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze
Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe
Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride
Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up
Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet
I'm a star, double the dick, the double are
Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred
Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down
No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clowns
L.A. worth paper, ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper
Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them major
LL nigga, now who's next that need a favor
Drop a bomb on 'em
Remain calm on 'em
Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charm on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you can't miss' em
Listen
Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name
59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck
Pumpin Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a fuck
Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent
We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, Who want it?
Lay the facts out until the cats out
Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed
You wake up in the mornin to a note, "Nigga had to leave."
Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy
I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth
I learned you can't eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath
Still I'm a lyrically hold it down
L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round
Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck who's legendary
I'm tryin to get this money
Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'em
As soon as the track come on, I transform on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
Strobe lights flashin can't miss' em
Listen
Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name
Rappers don't reall want it, they might claim they do
They know I'm catchin bodies, go 'head name a few
After I blaze you, I get a doughnut
Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoes
Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused
You thought you caught me slippin, I was falsely accused
Sleepin with my eyez wide shut, like Tom Cruise
They wishin an impossible mission to see me lose
Lay up time to choose, all I hate is on the left
You hopin and prayin you get to hear me take my last breath
Lyrically, but I gang bang the track, chop sling like Cracker
Hundred keys a month, you fuckin up G backs nigga
Invincible, unstoppable ya'll niggas ain't ill your illogicale
This is L, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller
A little somethin for ya ice guerillas\
Drop a bomb on 'em
When its time to attack Quiet Storm on 'em
Hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you can't miss' em
Listen
Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name
The song, "Ill Bomb" by Funkmaster Flex, is a track that showcases the confidence and bravado of the rap industry. The lyrics speak about the rapper's success, wealth, and influence. The opening verse emphasizes the fame and money that the rapper has earned, which has caused people to envy and hate him. He talks about the power of his rhymes and how he can paralyze the listener with his charm. The verses go on to discuss the rapper's prowess in the rap game β he is ready to take on any challenger and conquer any competition. He compares himself to a star with huge sexual prowess and references his ability to create a large following in the rap industry. The lyrics of the song are accompanied by thumping beats and techno music.
The second verse of the song talks about the rapper's ride on the 59th street bridge at high speeds. He boasts of his wealth once again, explaining how he can afford gold Cadillac trucks and gold-digging girls. The verse then goes on to threaten any adversary that may have slyly attacked his reputation. The rapper is confident in his abilities and warns anyone who may be plotting against him. Flex's beat kicks in, and the rapper proclaims himself the best in the game. He challenges any contender in the rap game β no one can match up to his skills. The song's chorus uses the rapper's name to symbolize his dominance over others.
Line by Line Meaning
Pimp shit, uh
Introducing the song with a confident declaration of superiority and coolness
Uh, pimp shit
Reaffirming the introduction and making it clear that the rest of the song will be about 'pimp shit'
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
Asking the sound engineer to increase the volume of the music so it can be heard better
My vocals, uh, uh
Acknowledging the importance of the artist's own voice in the song and asking for focus on that
I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize
Claiming that the artist's performance is captivating enough to make the listener take notice
That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze
Asserting that the artist's style is so impressive that it can leave a lasting impression on the audience
Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe
Stating that the artist is so successful that others admire them and desire to emulate their success
Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way I ride
Acknowledging that success can invite negative feelings from others and that some may criticize the artist for their choices
Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't
Suggesting that the artist doesn't always speak up but they are always in control
Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
Playing on the words 'souped up' and 'couped up' to describe how the artist is elevated and 'pimped out'
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up
Promising that the artist will deliver a great performance as soon as their music is played loudly
Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet
Boasting that the artist is so irresistible that even women who show no interest in others find themselves affected
I'm a star, double the dick, the double are
Lord Flex views himself above other MCs and brags about his physical prowess
Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred
Implying that Flex is not easily beat and if one tries they will get hurt in the process
Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down
Explaining that the artist's success is mostly due to their skill and charisma rather than their possessions
No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clown
Asserting the artist's superiority over other less-successful MCs
L.A. worth paper, ask Russell Simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper
Bringing to attention the fact that the artist is successful enough to help others, including a famous music industry mogul
Ask my dogs up at Fubu, who made them major
Pointing out that the artist's success extends beyond music and has even played a role in the success of a popular fashion brand
LL nigga, now who's next that need a favor
Identifying the artist as LL and hinting that they are open to helping others who need a boost in their own careers
Drop a bomb on 'em
Signalling that the artist is about to deliver a great performance
Remain calm on 'em
Telling the listener to remain focused and collected while the artist performs
Peirce the nipples, throw the LL charm on 'em
Using provocative language to describe the artist's confident and often sexual style
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
Asserting that the artist's music is tough and masculine
When my strobe lights flash you can't miss' em
Claiming that the artist's live shows are visually stunning and an unforgettable experience
Listen
Asking the listener to pay close attention to the artist's words and music
Call my name, ooh
Asking the audience to call out the artist's name, possibly for their own enjoyment or to show appreciation
59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck
Describing a location and speed of the artist's car
Pumpin Mobb up in the Cadillac truck, don't give a fuck
Expressing that the artist is listening to music by the rap group Mobb Deep and is not concerned with others' opinions
Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent
Suggesting that the artist is wealthy and often enjoys the company of women who are only interested in their money
We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, Who want it?
Announcing that the artist is available for sex but not as a charity, and challenging others to act similarly
Lay the facts out until the cats out
Explaining that the artist is not afraid to speak the truth until everyone understands
Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed
Asking the listener to dance energetically, and smoke marijuana
You wake up in the mornin to a note, "Nigga had to leave."
Describing a situation in which a woman has left the artist after a night of sexual activity, without any warning
Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy
Suggesting that the listener should treat the artist with respect and interest rather than using them for sex
I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth
Declaring that the artist will not participate in a three-way sexual activity, and suggesting that their success is beyond material wealth or jewelry
I learned you can't eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath
Expressing that success can only be achieved by avoiding conflict or competition with those who are weaker or less successful
Still I'm a lyrically hold it down
Claiming that the artist is still able to maintain their talent and skill even in the face of success and personal challenges
L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round
Announcing that LL has come back to town, and is preparing for another round of competition or performance
Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck who's legendary
Insinuating that some artists who are considered legendary are no longer relevant or interesting, and that the artist is focused on their own career and success
I'm tryin to get this money
Reiterating that the artist's primary goal is achieving financial success
Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'em
Announcing another great performance, and suggesting that the artist will celebrate with a bottle of Dom PΓ©rignon champagne
As soon as the track come on, I transform on 'em
Claiming that the artist is so talented that their performance immediately changes the vibe of the room
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
Repeating the idea that the artist's music is masculine and tough
Strobe lights flashin can't miss' em
Reiterating that the artist's live show is a visually impressive experience
Listen
Asking the listener to pay close attention to the end of the song
Call my name, ooh
Asking the audience to call out the artist's name once again
Call my name, uhh
A second request for the audience to call out the artist's name
Call my name, aw yeah
A third and final request for the audience to call out the artist's name
Call my name
A final declaration that the artist's name should be remembered and celebrated
Lyrics Β© MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES SMITH, HERB MAGIDSON, GEORGE SPIVEY, W. RUBEL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@winningvictory
When Hip-hop/Rap Music was Head knoddimg and
Bodymoving fun!
O.M.G! Memories of me 18 years old/(1998) inside of the
Funk Flex Sunday Nights at
The Tunnel!
The Unisex Bathroom on the second level would have made the Playboy mansion look like a Clubhouse!
Best Of Times!
1990s Hip-hop/Rap will always be in an absolute music class all by itself!
LLCoolJ has been doing it since 19HowLong!
Forever respect!
@Mr79Shahin
This beat is the epitome of NYC in the late 90s.
@ldyluv6988
Mr79Shahin yessss
@Gshur1
Fo sure
@xaviersamuels2202
@@ldyluv6988 2000s too
@VinDieselXXX
we need a list of songs that bring that classic nyc feeling. track like streets dreams, how high (remix), the blast, who shot ya, i love you (remix)
@fel305
@@VinDieselXXX if you got spotify check out the playlist "Hip Hop / Tunnel Bangers"
@monex5
One of the hardest songs LL ever put out. This is a banger for real.
@rickayala6229
Dj scratch..........is all I gotta say....
@demetriustrotman1701
Rick ayala Β» Indeed! Nuffin Else Needed ta be Said ....
@donniebrasco881
One of the sickest beat ever!