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Ultramagnetic Mc's

Genres: Hip-Hop

Funky (12" Version Remix) Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc's

* {intro talking by Ultra left out} 

 

[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... 

 

[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 cos 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, cos 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 your-self to Ultra-Magnetic 

Pick up my sculptured phonograph copy 

It's not sloppy, ax 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...