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
got to start it.

Verse O.C.

It's like me against
First full is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me
No can dust me
Bounced upon the scene a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out cause I from a dream
Wisdom lies 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 back to Boston
my theory, leavin 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 soft like muffins
I bake, masterpieces, sharper
Y'all coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these shoes yours?
You retreated when I out head for wars
My set is immensely brick wall
Solid in and out you slept so now
Who got my back, you ask Lord and
Unorthodox, from the masters
Mics I menace, when finished
You get an understanding of we bringin, no gimmicks

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 like a pigeon
Good riddance, I flip you can't imagine
I break down your Flintstone style, fragments
So pay attention to the man
Don't think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can
I reign supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in
you never dreamed possible
So lyrically, I personally
That my Harvard style, is too deep for you niggaz
I clutch the mic, I'm comin rough and right
I build than them workers on construction sights
I'm skilled at it, I'm
So yes answers your question if you ask me do I still it
I'm the realest, the
Comin out the woodwork, like them 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 didn't call my name yet
I make it special a prom night I bomb mics
while other are old news like Walter Kronkite
It's critical, you got these Xerox
But word life, it nothin like the original
I wreck kids, that's my and perspective
it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives
You better step to the man
Cause the greatest soccer couldn't kick it like Finesse can

Verse KRS-One

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

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