Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

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

[Kool
I keep stamina, for a beat rocketable
For you wack MC's, it's
Bite the notes and quotes,
Home pissed as I you obedients
But my rhymes correct you like a
to a small
I wax all of you, and leave your ears to
You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine
And for brain, what better sin stupid
Now you picked choice
You didn't win now seein my voice
in the flesh, step out your
No illusions, in stereo
So here we go as I on to you
I never knew you but my rhymes go you
like acid, I your whole suit off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut hair off
the back the sides the top your brain
your skull, I step to you
cause plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin like a
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
Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to that?

[Ced
I tell a of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
off, while I walk on stage
with the rhyme missile, blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in face
I drown meters with tons of
You take it, the funkier I make it
With brick walls, you break it
Toy boy, you beat the
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull cells out a socket
A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta it
I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to
on the wack-ass
I get unique, rhymes for your feet
to shuffle, your shoes scuffle on down
to the funky rhythm that I em
Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it
up, I'm not havin it man
I'm fed up with all nonsense goin on

[TR
Yeah I see a lot of 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, myself
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, compete again
myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight rappers, my rhymes stop
with lyric bombs, the wack ones
snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My shakes, causin 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 knots to heal
and go down, and OK
But like my son, you obey
certain laws, a major is a
I pull your skull out, it with a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and and bite the lyrics
of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it