Luyện nghe bài hát Funky (Remix)

[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is
[C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this beat is
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 keep stamina, for a 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 like a
to a small
I wax all of you, and your ears to ache
You need Excedrin, Anacin,
And for your brain, what better sin
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 burn your whole off
I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph
For any and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off
the back the sides the top your brain
your skull, I step to you
cause you're plastic, my mind is solid
I make your domepiece spin like a
Slow, I it's time to go
I'm not it

Trev? I'm not havin it
I'm runnin the universe about now

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

Gee]
I tell a of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an or palladium
Step off, while I walk on
with the missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave mask up
Musically, I'm like lye in your
I meters with tons of bass
You take it, the funkier I make it
With brick walls, you break it
Toy boy, you the Noyd
I be a Jetson, like Elroy
Blastoff, I pull your cells out a
A twelve with rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm fryin, chicken MC's who fell off
Recruited as a boy
And now the sissy, a girl scout
Tryin to rip and and shift style to mines
on the wack-ass
I get unique, write 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
Word up, I'm not 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 will
and grow and grow, til he finds out
not a pro-fessionally,
up to par, with
No comp', I like to battle
by myself, compete myself
Score myself, on these weak ass
How can a fool say on the top?
Eight million rappers, my rhymes
with bombs, the wack ones drop
like snowflakes, they to cornflakes
My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan
parts of New
For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk
on the avenue, my rhymes are
Covering, worldly
I'm bustin, so take a Bufferin quick
until your start to heal
and go down, and OK
But my son, you still obey
certain laws, a is a factor
I pull your skull out, move it a tractor
power, crushin MC's who try to
talk and mix and change and the lyrics
of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it