Текст песни Funk Radio

Yeah, smooth in the groove

Yo, whassup, man, what's up?

What's goin' on man, what's happenin'?

Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur

One, two, funk igniter plus

(Yeah)

Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Farenheit

(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 physical

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 "Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive"

Yeah, gettin' back into business

Rappers get back and do some physical fitness

Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups

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 onUltramagnetic MC's - Funk Radio - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ultramagnetic-mcs/funk-radio-lyrics.html

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

Yeah, that's comin' live from W K R Funk

With DJ Moe Love, TR Love

We gon' bring it out by special request

For TR funky Love

Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction Rhythm X

I appreciate it, yeah, the phones are lightin' up crazy

We want the 103rd caller to come in

And win them disco pants in the contest

Now if you ready for some more live hype stuff

So here it is

Some rappers can flow and rock off the slow jam

Stay hype, continuously 'cause I know I can

Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper

Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper

Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stayin' steady

In the lane, rock 'n' roll ready on

Any MC type wannabe like had to sound like

Gots to be like, wants to look like, has to act like

Now you feel like

You know you're perpetrating? Yeah right

Come on, face it and then chase it

You can taste it 'cause I placed it

Smack in your face with five million lbs of bass

Boomin' systems ads can't replace

In fact all the rhythm is packed on tightly

Days of thunder? Not likely

Fact or fiction, while I got you schemin'

You ain't ready, boy, I caught you sleepin'

And searchin' for a dope style

Combine to watch our freestyle, straight from the penile

Buck wild, runnin' wild with the golden mic

I'm like a flash, first you see

Then you lose sight of the master TR, plan in hand

Destroyin' a foe who's not in demand

So act now and for the fact now

There's no doubt in my mind, I'll be rap now

Come on, man, come

Yo, MC's, you say you're comin' back?

Huh, yo, you ain't Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack

Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, yeah