Funky (12" Version)

I brought a band, Sam is on trombone

He's blowin' hard, back to back notes, get wit' it

Take off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel

Just think as the beat excels to your eardrums

Cause cells to numb and freeze while I break off and ease

Real smooth, combine the piano

My voice nasal, no soprano is needed

To get overheated and burn while the techniques turn

For the U-L, the T, the R-A

You got a copy? Watch the record play

Bite more, spin it every day

You wake up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me

And let me tell you straight, I know you hear me

And when I'm on the stage, you just cheer me up another level

Down below, I'm throwin' with the Devil in a cage

I'm on the rampage, you need a number?

Wanna know my age? Psyche

I carry a Magnum, other groups, I only will rag them

And wait, while you debate, I hesitate

Observe your wack styles

You been rappin', talkin' for miles about nothing

'Cause you don't amaze me, I'm like a game, everyone plays me

Regular, extended to the bonus, for some of you

I think you should've known this was funky

Understand, the sounds you're listenin'

It's a band with nitroglycerin

With horns and trumpets, I really pump this

Track up 'cause I knew I must get you to dance across the floor

Plus give myself more of this beat, then teach

All of you how to really reach your peak

And don't have a seat 'cause while the bass hits harder

The snare drum's never weak, hi-hats used real funky

You get freaky, weakly groovin' to the beat real neatly

So try to devote yourself to Ultramagnetic

Pick up my sculptured phonograph copy

It's not sloppy, ask your girl, she called me papi

That was Ceddie, not Eddie, I'm ready

I'm not confetti, nor spaghetti

But instead, I'm great because I create

The lyrics that match the pitch of my bass

Kick drum, synth drum, no hi-hats are needed

While Ced G gets overheated

And the rough as I switch the matter in which

Combined with rhythm, I can't miss