Letra de New york what is funky

[19 second intro]

[Kool Keith]
Rollin with more info
Intelligent mannequin, how real is the incense
Life into motion, as we get raw with intelligence

[Ced Gee]
Stand up and count, the blood pressure´s rising
My short steady bulgin punches are surprising
New York what is funky

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x5]

[Kool Keith]
Lyrical definite climax
Through the uterus, girls get wild and cum wild
As a gentleman, pickin my style with tuxedos on
Sometimes I switch up, my flavor throw the hoodie on
Walk with my Timberlands, on the beach sand
Horizons fall, into place like a rainbow
Turn up the lights human beings, see my brain glow
Like new sneakers that´s made from Yugoslavia
I hit MC´s behind the ear like the mafia
Throw in my bones like chicken to Perdue
Wipin yo´ tail like Scottie tissue on your crew
MC´s, please, stop jumpin on like fleas
My rate is so super kid, my roach spray atomic
I got planets that rock like Soulsonic
"Party people," step into formation
Let ´em get wet and study mind copulation
I´m cruisin 80 yo, the Caddy on the turnpike
The Civic Center, the master come to burn mic
Or La Cienaga, Hollywood & Vine
Yo California black girls, I´m lookin through your mind
Yo girl sit back, put panties on my dashboard
I´m like a Corvette that´s red, you´re a pink Ford
No time to play people, New York, what is funky

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x4]

[Ced Gee]
From the foreign legion, the war is in season
There is no room for pleasin, bullets that tear up
Don´t want you for no arrow, here´s my proposal
Look straight into the mirror - ARE YOU WEARIN MASCARA?!
Forever, Joe, I hope it ain´t so
If it´s true you gotta go, break North, break South
But you gotta leave the show, get help from the doctor
Or see the chief rocker, burn down your cranium
Brains say I´m drainin ´em, I don´t see why
I´m really entertaining ´em, makin them see the light
Makin them see what´s right, {?}, up in the area
Once again I´m maxin, beats get scarier
Hurry up, catch it, I throw it, you fetch it
Like Fido have a ball, spark the buddha and you bless it
Confess it, let me see you down on your knees
Callin Father Ben, this child´s been pleased
Help him, teach him, reach him, keep him
Show the inner scope, what else could it be?
New York is it funky? Is it funky?

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [x9]

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Puerto Rico, aight, aight? [x12]