作词 : Maurice Smith/Trevor Randolph/Cedric Miller/Keith Thornton 作曲 : Maurice Smith/Trevor Randolph/Cedric Miller/Keith Thornton Yeah Smooth in the groove Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin? [Kool Keith] Yo whassup this is the one, Rhythm X, X-Calibur One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah) Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (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 phsyical 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, "Ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - STAYIN ALIVE, STAYIN ALIVE" Yeah, gettin back into business Rappers get back and do some physical fitness Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups 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 ****, 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 on, turn the mic in my show on Please the crowd with some super **** 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 [TR 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, continously, cause I know I can rock off tempo, fast or even hyper Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin 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.. hmm You know you're perpetrating? Yeah right C'mon 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 scheamin You ain't ready boy, I caught you sleepin and searchin for a **** style, combine to watch our freestyle, straight from the penile Buckwild, 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 C'mon on man, c'mon! Yo, MC's, you say you're comin back? Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. [Kool Keith] Jack.. Jack.. Jack.. Jack.. [TR Love] Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
作词 : Maurice Smith/Trevor Randolph/Cedric Miller/Keith Thornton 作曲 : Maurice Smith/Trevor Randolph/Cedric Miller/Keith Thornton Yeah Smooth in the groove Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin? [Kool Keith] Yo whassup this is the one, Rhythm X, X-Calibur One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah) Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (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 phsyical 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, "Ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - STAYIN ALIVE, STAYIN ALIVE" Yeah, gettin back into business Rappers get back and do some physical fitness Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups 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 ****, 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 on, turn the mic in my show on Please the crowd with some super **** 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 [TR 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, continously, cause I know I can rock off tempo, fast or even hyper Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin 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.. hmm You know you're perpetrating? Yeah right C'mon 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 scheamin You ain't ready boy, I caught you sleepin and searchin for a **** style, combine to watch our freestyle, straight from the penile Buckwild, 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 C'mon on man, c'mon! Yo, MC's, you say you're comin back? Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. [Kool Keith] Jack.. Jack.. Jack.. Jack.. [TR Love] Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
