Funky Songtext
von Ultramagnetic MC’s

I keep stamina, for a beat that′s rockinable
For you wack MC's, it′s chockinable
Bite the notes in quotes, analysis
Home pissed as I disrespect you obedience
But my rhymes correct you like a switch

To a small mistake, I wax all of you
And leave your ears to ache, you need Excedrin

And some medicine, and for your brain
What better sin stupid, now you picked your choice

You didn't win now you're seeing my voice
In the flesh, step out your radio
No Illusions back in stereo
So here we go as I step onto you
I never knew you but my rhymes go through you like acid
I burn your whole suit off
I′m Heat Miser, and you′re Rudolph
For any date and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, that cut your hair off
The back the sides the top above your brain below your skull


I step to ya cause you're plastic
My mind is solid steel
I make your dome piece spin like a windmill, slow
I think it′s time to go, I'm not havin it

I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium
The Kingdome, an arena or Palladium
Step off, while I walk on stage
With a rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave your mask up
Musically, I′m like lye in your face

I drown meters with tons of bass
You can't take it, the funky I make it
With brick walls, you can′t break it
Toy boy, your beats annoyed
I be a Jetson, smooth like Elroy
Blast off, I pull your cells out of sockets
A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken MC's fell off

Recruited as a Boy Scout
And now the sissy, becomes a Girl Scout
Tryin to riff and lift and shift styles of mines

On a wack-ass beat I keep it neat
Write rhymes for your feet to shuffle


Watch your shoes scuffle on down
To the funky rhythm that I give ′em

Ced Gee on the mic, I′m not havin it

I'm not an average rapper, nobody′s equal
And for the biter, his beak will grow and grow and grow
'Til he finds out, he′s not a pro
Fessionally, up to par with myself

No comp', I like to battle myself
By myself, compete against myself
Score myself, on this weak-ass chart

How can a fool say he′s on the top?
Eight million rappers, my rhymes stop
With lyric bombs, the wack ones drop like snowflakes
They turn to cornflakes, my voice shakes
Causin earthquakes in Michigan, parts of New York
For local rappers ducks who try to hawk
On the avenue, my rhymes are international
Covering, worldly smotherin

I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin
Quick, until your knots start to heal
And go down, and feel okay
But like my son, you still obey
Certain laws, a major is a factor
I pull your skull out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, crushin MC's who try to talk
And mix and change and bite the lyrics of a master

I′m Kool Keith I′m not havin it