Shade I: The proclafunktion
A Score, year twice ago, our funkfathers brought forth unto this nation
Quin-funklords, awakening a new groove
Dedicated to the proposition that we all would funk equally
Spreading that funk across the land
Shortly after their physical emergence
One of quin became possessed by witchery, greed
Deceit, completely ignoring the funkdation upon
Whence our destiny was to conceived by our funk fathers
Our funk fathers, fathers funk, fathers
Our funk, funk fathers, oh our funk fathers
Shade ii: The infunktation
She's gone below, below
Where the witches hitch their stitches for the bitches
Oh she's gone below, below
That spell was pacifyin'
No way to tell she's lyin'
Survived are three who's gonna carry on
Unveil the fella blind
The witch's cobweb from over his mind
So he can see, we're gonna shine
I will detain you
I will debrain you
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Twenty years, she laid the rule
For her to win, us to lose
Living less and quite confused
Twenty years, we paid our dues
Giving more, receiving stress
With love and trust, we gave our best
We were used, she abused
Now it's time to light the fuse
Thrills and lies, lies and ties
Okay, byes, no compromise
A bird in hand, a bush to sing
Now it's 'bout a different thing
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Ding dong, the witch is gone
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Ding dong, the wicked witch done lost her head
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Rejoice, the wicked witch is gone
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Ding dong, the witch she gone
We're headed for the promised land
Not guided by your wicked hand
Now we have the right to choose
No more dues, we will refuse
Thrills and lies, lies and ties
Okay, byes, no compromise
A bird in hand, a bush to sing
Now it's 'bout a different thing
Shade iii: The celefunktion
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Ding dong, the wicked witch done lost her head
(Ha ha ha yah)
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Rejoice, the wicked witch is gone
Below, below
Where the witches hitch their stitches for the bitches
Oh she's gone below, below
She's gone below, below
Where the witches hitch their stitches for the bitches
Oh she's gone below, below
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Ding dong, the witch is gone
Ding dong, the witch is dead
Ding dong
There ya go, now ya talkin' say what
Hello okay bye
