Funky (Original 12" Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 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... [Verse 2: 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 'cause 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, 'cause 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 yourself to Ultra-Magnetic Pick up my sculptured phonograph copy, it's not sloppy Ask 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...