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

Now we out, some 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
Somebody's got to it.

Verse O.C.

It's like me anyone
First full verse is spontaneous, combustion me
No can dust me
Bounced upon the scene a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out cause I differ a dream
lies deep in my molecules, you assumed
I victim to, hip-hop blues
You way off I stay on tour rockin spots
on the California coast, range you know back to
my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed
Fly most who came and thought had stride
You accustomed to cussin and fussin for nothin
Half of y'all are just soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, thesis
Y'all candy coated stink like feces
to say, are these running shoes yours?
You retreated when I gave out for wars
My microphone set is immensely wall
Solid in and out you slept so now
Who got my back, you ask and BlastMaster
Unorthodox, combinations the masters
I menace, when it's finished
You get an understanding of we bringin, no gimmicks

Verse 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, you're
You want no collision, you better fly South like a pigeon
riddance, I flip flows you can't imagine
I break 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 supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in
that you never dreamed
So lyrically, I personally
That my Harvard style, is too deep for you niggaz
When I clutch the mic, I'm comin and right
I build more than them workers on 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, like them homos in the
But seriously, I'm got the
If I's at the bottom of the
you niggaz couldn't shit on me
Originally, it's the 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 other brothers are old like Walter Kronkite
It's critical, you got Xerox individuals
But life, it ain't nothin like the original
I wreck kids, that's my theory and
it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives
You better step to the man
Cause the greatest player couldn't kick it like Finesse can

Verse KRS-One

This is the scientific extra-prolific
mystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type
When you hear it or hear me, runnin the scrimmages
You see images, affecting your sight to you go
(Yo he is! No there he is!) No here he is
Rockin your superiors, in hardest area
Your skills are inferior
It's because your video they cheer for ya
I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause I take it
Your weak needs to be decapitated
you fake it
If your heart was caffeine, well you're now
You scream battle but it's the end of career
you anticipate it, I hate itCareer ended, how
For wack MC's I come doctor

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 style in the house, yeah
BDP in the house, YEAH...