Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? beat is funky
[C.Gee] up Kool Keith you know why this beat is funky?
Cause I havin it no other way
[Keith]
[C.Gee] So this, yo Keith
I want you to rip this apart, it's on you

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a that's rocketable
For you MC's, it's jocketable
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I disrespect you
But my rhymes you like a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you picked your
You didn't win now you're seein my
in the flesh, step out radio
No illusions, back in
So we go as I step on to you
I never knew you but my go through you
like acid, I your whole suit off
I'm Heat Miser, and you're
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top your brain
below skull, I step to you
you're plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your spin like a windmill
Slow, I think it's to go
I'm not it

Whattup Trev? I'm not it
I'm runnin the universe right now

[TR
Yeah? Yo Ced Gee, you got to add to that?

Gee]
I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, while I on stage
with the missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I meters with tons of bass
You can't it, the funkier I make it
With walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you beat the
I be a Jetson, smooth like
Blastoff, I your cells out a socket
A twelve with rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a girl
Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write rhymes for your
to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down
to the funky rhythm that I em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
Word up, I'm not it man
I'm fed up with all this goin on

[TR
Yeah I see a lot of gettin out of hand out here
So Keith, get it off your

Keith]
I'm not that average rapper, equal
And for the biter, his will
grow and grow and grow, til he out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I like to myself
by myself, compete again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a say he's on the top?
Eight million rappers, my stop
with lyric bombs, the wack ones
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin
until your knots to heal
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a major is a
I your skull out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, crushin who try to
and mix and change and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it