[tr love]

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 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 on, 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



[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 dope 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..


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