Can’t Get Any Harder (C & C - Leaders of the New School mix) James Brown

(Get up)
(The star of the show
Hard-working Mr. Dynamite
Jaaaaaames Brown) (Brown) (Brown) (Brown)...

(Get up)
[Charlie Brown:]
Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag
Brown got a brand new bag
Shining star up to par
Bars guitars
So far so good, gettin' greater at last
Where it counts, later for the last
First you're dead and stinkin'
Thinkin', winkin', drinkin', sinkin'
Ba-ba-ba-blinkin'
Baby paw, New York City is in the house
Without a doubt, we turn the mutha out
Routs threw out shouts, "Ain't we funky now"
Godfather, Soul Brother Number One

[Milo:]
Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh!
I'm hot, huh!
90 are levels of degrees burnin
Turnin' in a rough rotation
Livin' in the land of the lost and found
Can't drown in sounds of the James Brown, Brown, Brown
This is the mixture when you add hard texture
Can't get no harder, so I'm out to getcha
Its essence felt, you're turned inside out
Fellas, what you gon' say now?
Thirsty? Not, my verse just quenched your thirst
From the burst of energy
Shinin' on the appetite
Can't cross the thin line of the end of my time
(Hah!) Hold it, I'm still burnin'
Pop or not, I come to break up slots
'Cause it can't get no harder
Give it to me, Godfather