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

Now we found out, some time ago if you take a whole group of really
superbad dudes, and em in together they'll make 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 verse is spontaneous, combustion me
No can dust me
Bounced the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out cause I differ a dream
Wisdom lies in my molecules, you assumed
I fell to, hip-hop blues
You way off I on tour often rockin spots
on the California coast, range you back to Boston
Enforcin my theory, rappers teary-eyed
Fly most who came and thought had stride
You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for
Half of y'all crumbs are just soft muffins
I bake, masterpieces, sharper
Y'all coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these running shoes
You when I gave out head for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick
in and out you slept so now snore
Who got my back, you ask Lord and
Unorthodox, combinations the masters
Mics I menace, it's finished
You get an understanding of what we bringin, no

Verse Two: Lord

My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision
I got niggaz worshippin Lord Finesse religion
You can't around, you're kiddin
You don't want no collision, you better fly like a pigeon
Good riddance, I flows you can't imagine
I break down your Flintstone style, fragments
So pay attention to the man
Don't think 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 figure
That my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery
When I clutch the mic, I'm comin and right
I more than them workers on construction sights
I'm skilled at it, I'm
So yes answers your if you ask me do I still have 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 bottom of the
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 it special like a prom night I bomb mics
while other brothers are old news like Walter
It's critical, you got these Xerox
But word life, it ain't like the original
I kids, that's my theory and perspective
When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like
You step to the next man
Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it Finesse can

Verse KRS-One

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

Haha! You know 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 style in the house,
BDP in the house, YEAH...