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