[Chorus] (Rise) Ain’t that funky? (Yeah, that’s funky) (Rise) Ain’t that funky? (Yeah, that’s funky) (Rise) Ain’t that funky? (Come down) (Yeah, that’s funky) (and shine) (Check it out) Rise ‘N’ Shine (Rise) Ain’t that funky? (Yeah, that’s funky) (Huh!) (Rise) Ain’t that funky? (Yeah, that’s funky) (Check it out) (Rise) Ain’t that funky? (Yeah, that’s funky) (and shine) (Come down! Come down! Come down!) Chorus [Verse 4: KRS-One] Ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding This a KRS sound with a different something (What?) Come in at last and we’ll come down for sing This a KRS and me say: go! ‘Nough slave ships come from Africa Full of Africans sold in America Now you want me to call myself American? Even though America’s kill the African? (Check it!) White man is European And Black man is African White man never say ‘Euro-American’ So why should the black man say ‘Afro-American’? If the black man is American with a afro Then the white man is American with a long nose It should be Long-Nose-American for the white man, and Jump around and move your bottom (What?) [Chorus [Verse 5: Chuck D] Make no mistake, we don’t shake or stutter So heed the word of the brothers Who makes a boy into a man? It’s the job of another man Who knows his role as a father? He bothers to give his son his soul And pass it on to never flunk ‘Cause papa don’t raise no punks Got to make it known and to pass it down Yeah, sounds like a job for the brotherman now Got to help a mother for me (uh!) Each one teach one, if you can’t find one Talk to the little ones And you’ll see they’ll listen to fill the missin’ piece To rise ‘n’ shine