Thrift Shop Shopping FTW (That's one funky beat!) has been added as a related post - related requested by Grimm.

It's a trip, it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it.

it's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it

It has a funky beat. She may want to consider expanding the verses a bit, maybe adding a bit more of a hook to her song, but all-in-all I think she has a Christmas classic here.

It's gotta funky beat and you can dance to it!

Even the lowest forms have their purpose - Somewhere along the line, some people have come to think that music has to mean something - I blame U2

There is a such thing as entertainment!
("It's a Trip, It's Got a Funky Beat, And I can Bug Out to it!"

>> ^Hybrid:
Scooter. Perhaps the lowest form of "music" currently in existence.

It does have a funky beat! - And I can bug out to it!

It's got a funky beat and I can dance to it.

It's a trip, It's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it!

Give me that beat fool, it's a full time jack move
Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move
And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin proper
With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that's J.D.
And here's how we'll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark
(ya lil nuttin ass mark)
Raise up, cause you cant' have it back
You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?"
Nuttin but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up
Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet
Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats

Huh, and even if you're down with my crew
(Yo Chuck man, i dodn't understand this man
You got to slow down)
I jack them too
And then we'll freak it
Kick that bass, and look what we did
Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil
and I keep stealin
Ice Cube'll make it funky
But right about now - *let's get up in the hump*
But I don't party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs
And it'll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Like jackin at night
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats

Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to
jack a fool for his beat and then I'm Audi
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'all can get with me
So you think you're protected
Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin
I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running!

(stop stop stop stop stop!
sa-prize, niggaz)

I know this is a very old argument, but goddamn they used to make some beautiful music.

The last, hell, 7+ years (?) they've become so glitch/nonsense-heavy to the point where each track on a new album is just yet more fairly boring, unreckognizable, dsp wankery, that's hard to discern from any other track from the last four albums they've released.

Sure, they'll do a great live show once in a while where they will kick the walls down and freak the place out with heavy bass, dirty and funky beats and out-of-this world sound design. And they obviously do have a few solid tunes from the last decade, but for the most part ae has fallen off the IDM cliff. Sad, innit.

Jay always has a funky beat.

Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat,
Some think I'm a criminal,
But, yo I ain't all of that,
Hit'cha with the baseball bat,
An' ya wanna ill though,
Wanna mess around ,
You get fucked on the hill bro,
Kick it like a steel toe, real slow,
Hits from the bong ,
Make me feel like Cheech,
And I'm kickin' it wit' Chong,
Just like Cheech & Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream",
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream,
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly,
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They wanna Rodney King me,
Always tryin'a crown my ass,
Ain't got no class(Sen Dog: No Class)
I hit they' ass like the buddah thats stinkey,
They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky,
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk,
Sen gotts the Philly, an' he's gonna light the blunt,
Sippin' curfew makes me go koo-koo,
somthin' like loco then turn in to this loocoo,
Binggin the beta,yea, now the funk is risen,
Got the beta bass and the nasal highzen,
As I kick atrip, it comin' straight from my siness,
Crazy nasal vocals, cannot make the hotties loco,
I rimemba sista Maggie, breast were kinda saggy,
Used to sell me buddah outta fucked up little baggies,
Honeyd up a twenty even when I had no money,
She said "Pay me back with some latin dick Sonnie"
Well I neva' went out, and I don' thnk I'm gonna,
Just for some buddah, she wanted me ta bone her,
Deminin', Ya think ya meanin',
I got somethin' for the hoes ta be skeamin' on,
I'm the Buddah-Real take a trip ta hoota'ville,
I'll throw ya out the door, of my big blue Siville,
Then light another joint,
This ain't no exploition (poin't),
Cause we are the ones stonein' in the ways of the mastas,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
Stoned is the walk,
(Sen- Dog)
Hit they, hit they ass,
(B-Real)
make the buddah get stinkey
Wooooo, Woooo
(Alas, Cap'in there's a ship in sight,
Huhu, Blast 'em!)
Stonend is the walk,

Lovin' that funky beat!