Funk Radio Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc's

Yeah, smooth in the groove 

Yo, whassup, man, what's up? 

What's goin' on man, what's happenin'? 

Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur 

One, two, funk igniter plus 

(Yeah) 

Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Farenheit 

(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 physical 

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 "Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive" 

Yeah, gettin' back into business 

Rappers get back and do some physical fitness 

Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups 

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 

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, continuously 'cause I know I can 

Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper 

Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper 

Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stayin' 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 

You know you're perpetrating? Yeah right 

Come on, 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 schemin' 

You ain't ready, boy, I caught you sleepin' 

And searchin' for a dope style 

Combine to watch our freestyle, straight from the penile 

Buck wild, 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 

Come on, man, come 

Yo, MC's, you say you're comin' back? 

Huh, yo, you ain't Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack 

Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, yeah