Funky (Remix)

I keep stamina, for a beat that's rocket-able

For you wack MC's, it's jacket-able

Bite the notes and 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, Anacin, medicine

And for your brain, what better sin stupid

Now you picked your choice

You didn't win now you're seenin' my voice

In the flesh, step out your radio

No illusions, back in stereo

So here we go as I step on to you

I never knew you but my rhythms 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, they cut your hair off

The back, the sides, the top, above your brain

Below your skull, I step to you

'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 the 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 funkier I make it

With brick walls, you can't break it

Toy boy, you beats the Noyd

I be a Jetson, smooth like Elroy

Blastoff, I pull your cells out a socket

A twelve gauge with rhymes, I gotta cock it

I'm deep fryin', chicken MC's who fell off

Recruited as a boy scout

And now the sissy, becomes a girl scout

Tryin' to rip and lift and shift style to mines

On the wack ass beat

I get unique, write rhymes for your feet

To shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on down

To the funky rhythm that I gave 'em

Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not havin' it

I'm not that average rapper, nobody's equal

And for the biter, his beat will

Grow and grow, and grow, till he finds out

He's not a professionally up to par, with myself

No comp', I like to battle myself

By myself, compete again myself

Score myself, on these weak ass charts

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 smothering

I'm brain bustin', so take a bufferin' quick

Until your knots start to heal

Ag 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 to mix

And change and bite the lyrics of a master

I'm Kool Kieth, I'm not havin' it