Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup This beat is funky
[C.Gee] Word up Kool you know why this beat is funky?
I ain't havin it no other way
[Keith]
[C.Gee] So this, yo Keith
I you to rip this beat apart, it's on you

[Kool
I stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack MC's, jocketable
the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I you obedients
But my rhymes correct you a switch
to a small
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you picked your
You win now you're seein my voice
in the flesh, step out your
No illusions, in stereo
So here we go as I on to you
I knew you but my rhymes go through you
acid, I burn your whole suit off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any date and time you square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top above your
below your skull, I to you
cause you're plastic, my is solid steel
I your domepiece spin like a windmill
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

Whattup I'm not havin it
I'm the universe about 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 arena or
Step off, I walk on stage
the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, your mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I drown meters with of bass
You can't take it, the funkier I it
With brick walls, you break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull your out a socket
A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta it
I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and lift and shift to mines
on the beat
I get unique, write rhymes for feet
to shuffle, watch shoes scuffle on down
to the funky rhythm I give em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
up, I'm not havin it man
I'm fed up with all this nonsense on

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

[Kool
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's
And for the biter, his beat
and grow and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I to battle myself
by myself, compete again
Score myself, on these weak ass
How can a say he's on the top?
Eight million rappers, my rhymes
with lyric bombs, the ones drop
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For local rappers, ducks who tryo to
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin
until your start to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you still
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it