Luyện nghe bài hát Brainstorm/P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix)

Now we found out, some ago that if you take a whole group of really
superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some whether or not
else thought it was hip or not.
You know, be OK.
You
Somebody's got to it.

Verse O.C.

like me against anyone
First full verse is spontaneous, thrusts me
No can dust me
Bounced upon the scene a theme, Word...Life
I cut out cause I differ from a dream
lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I victim to, hip-hop blues
You way off I on tour often rockin spots
on the California coast, range you know to Boston
Enforcin my theory, rappers teary-eyed
Fly most who and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for
Half of crumbs are just soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, sharper
Y'all candy motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running yours?
You retreated I gave out head for wars
My set is immensely brick wall
Solid in and out you slept so now
Who got my back, you ask and BlastMaster
Unorthodox, combinations the masters
Mics I menace, it's finished
You get an of what we bringin, no gimmicks

Verse Two: Finesse

My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision
I got niggaz worshippin Finesse like religion
You can't fuck around, you're
You don't want no collision, you better fly South like a
Good riddance, I flip you can't imagine
I down your Flintstone style, into fragments
So pay to the man rappin
Don't think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can
I reign logical, verbally, I drop it in ways
you never dreamed possible
So lyrically, I figure
my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz
When I the mic, I'm comin rough and right
I build more than workers on construction sights
I'm at it, I'm Illmatic
So yes answers question if you ask me do I still have it
I'm the realest, the
out the woodwork, like them homos in the Village
But seriously, I'm got the
If I's at the bottom of the
you niggaz still shit on me
Originally, it's the the vet
I'm on that get list, but they didn't call my name yet
I make it special like a prom night I bomb
while other brothers are old news Walter Kronkite
It's critical, you got these Xerox
But word life, it ain't like the original
I wreck kids, that's my and perspective
When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case detectives
You better step to the man
Cause the greatest soccer player kick it like Finesse can

Three: KRS-One

This is the scientific extra-prolific
simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric
When you hear it or me, runnin through the scrimmages
You see images, affecting sight to make you go
(Yo he is! No there he is!) No here he is
Rockin your superiors, in your hardest
Your lyrical are inferior
It's because your that they cheer for ya
take care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot take it
Your weak head needs to be
Cause you it
If your heart was caffeine, well now decaffeinated
You scream battle but it's the end of your
you it, I hate itCareer ended, how splendid
For wack MC's I come doctor

Haha! You whassup when Lord Finesse up in the piece
All you wack ass rappers better go rewrite album
O.C. in the house, KRS in the house,
New style in the house, yeah
BDP in the house, YEAH...