Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funky, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Critical Beatdown (Re-Issue), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Record label: Next Plateau Entertainment, Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Funky |
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… |
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… |