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  • Main » U » Ultramagnetic Mc's » Funky (12" Version Remix) Lyrics
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    Posted: 29.07.2004
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    * {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...