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Funk Radio - Ultramagnetic MC's
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Funk Radio Ultramagnetic MC's

Funk Radio - Ultramagnetic MC's
[TR Love]
Yeah
Smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin?

[Kool Keith]
Yo whassup this is the one, Rhythm X, X-Calibur
One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (ha ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get busy on W-K-R-Funk Radio live!
(We'll burn ya!) with TR Love (and Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from Los Angeles
Live, on W-K-R-Funk Radio, our own station

See rappers don't know, I snatch a beat
I hear a beat, I catch a beat
The Rhythm X roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like Fidel Castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin, "Keith is my boyfriend!"
But I come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points, like I'm playin Nintendo
Now look at the game, I move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "Ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - STAYIN ALIVE, STAYIN ALIVE"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain, and come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb, standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, I mark X
I stamp X, and throw em another X
X-tra Rhythm flow, X-tra metaphor
X-tra hype and dope, X-tra Cupid feet
X-tra body heat, X-tra brain power
X-tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But I do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and Hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a block or Rubik's Cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower IQ, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool.. you ain't jack
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