Lyric Funky (12" Version Remix)
* {intro talking by Ultra left out}
[Kool Keith]
I brought a band, Sam is on trombone
He s blowin hard, back-to-back notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel
Just think as the beat excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while I break off at ease
Real smooth, combined the piano
My voice nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and burn while the Technics turn
For the U-L, the T, the R-uh-A
You got a copy? Watch the record play
Bite more...spin it every day
You wake up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me
But let me tell you straight, I know you hear me
And when I m on the stage you just cheer me up another level
Down below I m throwin with the Devil in a cage
I m on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna know my age?
Psyche! I carry a Magnum
Other groups - I only will rag them, and wait
While you debate I hesitate, observe your wack styles
You been rappin , talkin for miles about nothin
Cos you don t amaze me, I m like a game, everyone plays me
Regular, extended to the bonus, for some of you
I think you should ve known this was funky...
[Ced Gee]
Understand the sounds you re listenin
It s a band, with nitroglycerin
One with horns and trumpets, I ve really pumped this
Track up cos I knew I must get you to dance across the floor
Plus give myself more of this beat, then teach
All of you how to really reach your peak
And don t have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum s never weak, hi-hats used real funky
You get freaky, weakly groovin to the beat real neatly
So try to devote your-self to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my sculptured phonograph copy
It s not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me Poppy
That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I m ready
I m not confetti, nor spaghetti
But instead I m great because I create
The lyrics that match the pitch of my bass
Kick drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are needed
While Ced Gee gets overheated
And rough as I switch to matter in which
Combined with rhythm I can t miss
Yo, this track is funky, man...
[Kool Keith]
I brought a band, Sam is on trombone
He s blowin hard, back-to-back notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel
Just think as the beat excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while I break off at ease
Real smooth, combined the piano
My voice nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and burn while the Technics turn
For the U-L, the T, the R-uh-A
You got a copy? Watch the record play
Bite more...spin it every day
You wake up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me
But let me tell you straight, I know you hear me
And when I m on the stage you just cheer me up another level
Down below I m throwin with the Devil in a cage
I m on the rampage, you need a number? Wanna know my age?
Psyche! I carry a Magnum
Other groups - I only will rag them, and wait
While you debate I hesitate, observe your wack styles
You been rappin , talkin for miles about nothin
Cos you don t amaze me, I m like a game, everyone plays me
Regular, extended to the bonus, for some of you
I think you should ve known this was funky...
[Ced Gee]
Understand the sounds you re listenin
It s a band, with nitroglycerin
One with horns and trumpets, I ve really pumped this
Track up cos I knew I must get you to dance across the floor
Plus give myself more of this beat, then teach
All of you how to really reach your peak
And don t have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum s never weak, hi-hats used real funky
You get freaky, weakly groovin to the beat real neatly
So try to devote your-self to Ultra-Magnetic
Pick up my sculptured phonograph copy
It s not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me Poppy
That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I m ready
I m not confetti, nor spaghetti
But instead I m great because I create
The lyrics that match the pitch of my bass
Kick drum, SynDrum, no hi-hats are needed
While Ced Gee gets overheated
And rough as I switch to matter in which
Combined with rhythm I can t miss
Yo, this track is funky, man...
