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

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

Verse O.C.

It's like me against
First full verse is spontaneous, combustion me
No can dust me
Bounced upon the with a theme, Word...Life
I cut out cause I differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you
I fell 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, leavin rappers
Fly most who came and thought they had
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for
Half of y'all crumbs are soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, thesis
Y'all candy coated stink like feces
to say, are these running shoes yours?
You when I gave out head for wars
My microphone set is immensely wall
in and out you slept so now snore
Who got my back, you ask and BlastMaster
Unorthodox, combinations the masters
Mics I menace, when finished
You get an understanding of we bringin, no gimmicks

Two: Lord Finesse

My decision is precision, I'm ill in ways you can't
I got worshippin Lord Finesse like religion
You can't fuck around, kiddin
You want no collision, you better fly South like a pigeon
Good riddance, I flows you can't imagine
I break down Flintstone style, into fragments
So pay to the man rappin
think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can happen
I supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in ways
that you never dreamed
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 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
Comin out the woodwork, them homos in the Village
But seriously, I'm got the
If I's at the of the toilet
you niggaz couldn't shit on me
Originally, it's the the vet
I'm on that get rich list, but didn't call my name yet
I make it special like a prom night I mics
while brothers are old news like Walter Kronkite
critical, you got these Xerox individuals
But word life, it ain't nothin like the
I kids, that's my theory and perspective
When it to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives
You better to the next man
Cause the greatest player couldn't kick it like Finesse can

Three: KRS-One

This is the scientific extra-prolific
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 he is!) No here he is
Rockin your superiors, in your area
lyrical skills are inferior
It's because your video that they for ya
I'll take care of ya, quickly, I cannot take it
Your weak needs to be decapitated
you fake it
If your heart was caffeine, well you're now
You scream but it's the end of your career
you it, I hate itCareer ended, how splendid
For wack MC's I come recommended

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