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 em in together they'll make some music 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 verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me
No rapper can me
upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut out cause I differ from a dream
lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I fell victim to, hip-hop
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 who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin for nothin
Half of y'all crumbs are just like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, sharper
Y'all candy motherfuckers stink like feces
to say, are these running shoes yours?
You retreated I gave out head for wars
My microphone set is brick wall
Solid in and out you so now snore
Who got my back, you ask Lord and
Unorthodox, combinations the masters
Mics I menace, when it's
You get an understanding of we bringin, no gimmicks

Two: Lord Finesse

My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision
I got niggaz Lord Finesse like religion
You fuck around, you're kiddin
You don't want no collision, you better fly like a pigeon
Good riddance, I flip flows you can't
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 supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in ways
that you never possible
So lyrically, I figure
That my Harvard style, is too for you nursery niggaz
When I clutch the mic, I'm comin rough and
I build more than them workers on sights
I'm at it, I'm Illmatic
So yes your 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 bottom of the
you niggaz couldn't shit on me
Originally, the same the vet
I'm on that get rich list, but they call my name yet
I it special like a prom night I bomb mics
while brothers are old news like Walter Kronkite
It's critical, you got these Xerox
But word life, it nothin like the original
I wreck kids, my theory and perspective
When it to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives
You step to the next man
Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't it like Finesse can

Verse Three:

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

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