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

Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole 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.

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
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you
I victim to, hip-hop blues
You way off I stay on often rockin spots
on the coast, range you know back to Boston
my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed
Fly most who came and thought they had
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for
of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, thesis
Y'all coated motherfuckers stink like feces
to say, are these running shoes yours?
You retreated when I gave out for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick
in and out you slept so now snore
Who got my back, you ask and BlastMaster
Unorthodox, combinations from the
Mics I menace, when finished
You get an understanding of what we bringin, no

Verse Lord Finesse

My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision
I got niggaz Lord Finesse like religion
You can't fuck around, you're
You don't want no collision, you better fly South a pigeon
Good riddance, I flows you can't imagine
I break down Flintstone style, into fragments
So pay to the man rappin
Don't think that it can't, I'm proof, it can happen
I reign supreme logical, verbally, I it in ways
that you dreamed possible
So lyrically, I personally
That my Harvard style, is too for you nursery niggaz
When I the mic, I'm comin rough and right
I build than them workers on construction sights
I'm at it, I'm Illmatic
So yes answers your question if you ask me do I still 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 still couldn't on me
Originally, the same the vet
I'm on that get rich list, but they didn't my name yet
I make it special a prom night I bomb mics
while other brothers are old news like Walter
critical, you got these Xerox individuals
But word life, it ain't like the original
I wreck kids, that's my theory and
When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like
You better to the next man
Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like can

Three: KRS-One

This is the scientific extra-prolific
simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric
When you hear it or hear me, through the scrimmages
You see images, affecting your sight to you go
(Yo there he is! No he is!) No here he is
Rockin superiors, in your hardest area
Your skills are inferior
It's because your video they cheer for ya
take care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot take it
Your weak needs to be decapitated
you fake it
If your was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated
You scream battle but the end of your career
you anticipate it, I itCareer ended, how splendid
For wack MC's I doctor 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 York style in the house,
BDP in the house, YEAH...