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

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

Verse O.C.

It's like me anyone
full verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me
No can dust me
Bounced the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out cause I differ from a
lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I victim to, hip-hop blues
You way off I stay on 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 and bluffin fussin for nothin
Half of y'all crumbs are soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, thesis
candy coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running shoes
You retreated when I gave out head for
My microphone set is immensely brick
Solid in and out you so now snore
Who got my back, you ask Lord and
Unorthodox, combinations from the
Mics I menace, it's finished
You get an of what we bringin, no gimmicks

Verse Lord Finesse

My is precision, I'm ill in ways you can't vision
I got niggaz worshippin Lord like religion
You can't fuck around, you're
You don't want no collision, you better fly South like a
riddance, I flip flows you can't imagine
I down your Flintstone style, into fragments
So pay attention to the man
think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can happen
I reign logical, verbally, I drop it in ways
that you dreamed possible
So lyrically, I personally
That my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery
When I clutch the mic, I'm rough and right
I build more than them workers on construction
I'm skilled at it, I'm
So yes answers question if you ask me do I still have it
I'm the realest, the
Comin out the woodwork, like homos in the Village
But seriously, I'm got the
If I's at the of the toilet
you still couldn't shit on me
Originally, the same the vet
I'm on get rich list, but they didn't call my name yet
I make it special a prom night I bomb mics
while brothers are old news like Walter Kronkite
It's critical, you got Xerox individuals
But word life, it ain't like the original
I kids, that's my theory and perspective
When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case detectives
You step to the next man
Cause the greatest soccer player kick it like Finesse can

Verse Three:

This is the scientific terrific
mystic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric
When you hear it or me, runnin through the scrimmages
You see images, your sight to make you go
(Yo there he is! No there he is!) No he is
Rockin superiors, in your hardest area
Your lyrical skills are
It's your video that they cheer for ya
I'll care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot take it
weak head needs to be decapitated
Cause you it
If your was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated
You scream battle but it's the end of your
you anticipate it, I hate ended, how splendid
For wack I come doctor recommended

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