[Intro]
Check it out so what we gonna do in this jam here
Is something a little different
We gonna shake 'em off the wild side
And then into the smooth side, then off of the smooth side
Right back into the wild side, then off of the wild side
Right back into the smooth side, then off of the smooth side
Right back into the wild side

[Verse 1]
Now listen up everyone
While I hip you to the scam about why I am the Funk Soul Sensation
I'm the Gifted, the O-N-E, the mystic, the gothic
To be specific I was terrific ???
I was a small sperm cell in my daddy's canal
Gave that [bad word] a stimulating, blast straight up through his penal shaft
Ask my mother, she let the sperm cell gestate 9 months
But the funk couldn't wait
I came innate, she told me always to be early
That's why I ain't never late
Especially when I got a date with my fate
Dad sat me on his knee and told me "Be all that you can be"
I looked him straight up in his mug
And said "I wanna be an MC!"
And let the whole world sweat me
And my talent and the balance
I'm-a make sure that they don't ever forget me

[Hook x4]
I'm the Gifted One (I'm the Funk Soul Sensation)

[Verse 2]
I got the Theories of Relativity inside of me
Producing the juice to get you loose, measured by my hypotenuse
Multiplied by my square root to dope
You can't cope, you can't hang, check the slang
I kick the party get the bwoy buts
All from the jar of hot hard ball
Hurt you with your cole slaw
You said yeah you like it raw
Now you crying like a [bad word] Saying you don't want no more
But that's cool cause the old [bad word] I'm-a leave you facedown in the ditch covered with [bad word] Cause I'm relentless and heartless, and this will be your exodus
I mean, it's the word called relation between
Jemini the Gifted One
And the Funk Soul Sensation
Radiation ages through the mental incarceration
Makes the styles mingle causes social integration
Wack MC's don't get nothing but Fahrenheit degrees
They try to take flight, I take out all the
Energies and bring 'em to their knees
I leave them obliterated and incinerated
With that outdated lingo, niggas cater to the ego
But I ain't from around your way
Ayo somebody gots ta pay
To [bad word] with Carlito, do it Jemini's way

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I make everything better like season on meat
Like sugar sprinkled on your speaker, I make [bad word] sound sweet
The Funk Soul Sensation is so sensational
Inspirational and educational, too
The 8th Wonder
Won't ever let no man put us under
But plunder, and ain't no where [bad word] to
Cause you be six feet under
The thunder [bad word] down hard with black rains
So the High Plains Drifter got to lift a [bad word] Out his jeep, like a 4/5th on the beat
Yeah I'm down for the slaughter but I'm really about
My daughter and my payday
I'm preparing for my old and grey days
I'm in my heyday, so mayday cause it's D-Day
You want to strike the mic but first get through the you and me days
Although, I'm really not the type [bad word] I'll go, all out to put the key in your ignition
Don't revving your engine until your heart starts decision
Your vision make your decision and get ready for the head-on collision

[Hook x16]