Ultramagnetic MC’s - Funky lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s - Funky lyrics]
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 morespin 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
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 hit's 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
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 morespin 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
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 hit's 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