Can’t Get Any Harder James Brown (Ft. Leaders of the New School)

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

[Verse 1]
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, getting greater at last
Where it counts, later for the last
First you're dead and stinking
Thinking, winking, drinking, sinking
Ba-ba-ba-blinking
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
Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh! (Ugh!) Ugh!
I'm hot, huh!
90 are levels of degrees burning
Turning in a rough rotation
Living 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 get you
Its essence felt, you're turned inside out
Fellas, what you going to say now?
Thirsty? Not, my verse just quenched your thirst
]From the burst of energy
Shining on the appetite
Can't cross the thin line of the end of my time
(Hah!) Hold it, I'm still burning
Pop or not, I come to break up slots
Cause it can't get no harder
Give it to me, Godfather