Funk Radio

Yeah, smooth in the groove

Yo, what's up, man? What's up? What's going on, man? What's happening?

Yo, what's up? This is the one, Rhythm X

Ah

X-Caliber, one-two, Funkignator Plus

Yeah

Coming at you at thirty degrees Fahrenheit

Haha

The heat is on your ears right now

We getting ready to get busy on WKR Funk Radio live

We'll burn ya

With TR Love

And Mo Love in the set

And we talking to y'all from Los Angeles

Live on WKR 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 high with no afro

X with a bald head like Fidel Castro

Walk in the jam with the mic and my girlfriend

While two girls are bugging, saying, "Keith is my boyfriend"

But I come back though, start the attack though

Add up some points like I'm playing Nintendo

Now look at the game, I move, step in first place

Leave 'em all blind for hard times and third base

Back to make 'em all fizzle and burn though

But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though

Hitting the top like a hot .45, like ah, ah, ah, ah

Staying alive, staying alive (Staying alive)

Yeah, getting back in the business

Rappers get back and do some physical fitness

Jumping jacks, sit-ups, and push-ups

Now pick up your brain and come and lift up some heavy weights

Stupid to dumb, standing still with dead weight

Rappers try to plex, I'm all X

I stamp X and throw 'em another X

Extra rhythm flow, extra metaphor, extra hype and dope

Extra cubic feet, extra body heat, extra brain power

Extra 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 jumping

Rappers are crazy wack and ain't saying nothing

While people are steady, sweaty, tired, and boring

Let me go on, step or two, and flow on

And so on, turn the mic and my show on

Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff

Lyrical metaphor and some of that right stuff

Shaking your brain up, waking your brain up

Confusing your mind like a block of Rubik's Cube

Think about it, you probably don't understand

With a low IQ, a weak brain, my man

So listen up and go on back to school, fool

You ain't jack

Yeah, that's coming live from WKR Funk with DJ Mo 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 lighting up crazy

We want the hundred and third caller to come

In and win them disco pants in the contest

Now, if you're 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 tempos fast or even hyper

Just like a sniper, pie, microphone piper

Smooth, rough, and ready, hardcore, staying steady

In the lane, rock and roll ready

On any MC type wanna be like, have to sound like

Got to be like, want to look like, have to act like

Now you feel like, hmm, 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 pounds of bass

Booming systems, ass can't replace this

Fact on, the rhythm is packed on tightly

Lays and thunder? Not likely

Fact or fiction, well, I continue scheming

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

And searching for a dope style, combine the wild child

Freestyle straight from the P now

Buckwild, running wild with the golden mic

I'm like the Flash, first you see, then you lose sight

Of the master TR, plan in hand

Destroying the foe who's lost in demand

So act now and for the fact now

There's no doubt in my mind, I be wack now

Come on, man, come on (Come on, come on)

Yo, MCs, you say you're coming back?

Huh, yo, you ain't jack, jack, jack

Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack

Yeah, haha, haha, haha, haha, haha