Organized Konfusion - Funk Soul Sensation lyrics

So I react with a mic [Intro] Check it out so what we gonna do in this jam here Is something a little different We gonna shake 'em off the wild side And then into the smooth side, then off of the smooth side Right back into the wild side, then off of the wild side Right back into the smooth side, then off of the smooth side Right back into the wild side [Verse 1] Now listen up everyone While I hip you to the scam about why I am the Funk Soul Sensation I'm the Gifted, the O-N-E, the mystic, the gothic To be specific I was terrific ??? I was a small s**m cell in my daddy's can*l Gave that a** a stimulating, blast straight up through his penal shaft Ask my mother, she let the s**m cell gestate 9 months But the funk couldn't wait I came innate, she told me always to be early That's why I ain't never late Especially when I got a date with my fate Dad sat me on his knee and told me "Be all that you can be" I looked him straight up in his mug And said "I wanna be an MC!" And let the whole world sweat me And my talent and the balance I'm-a make sure that they don't ever forget me [Hook x4] I'm the Gifted One (I'm the Funk Soul Sensation) [Verse 2] I got the Theories of Relativity inside of me Producing the juice to get you loose, measured by my hypotenuse Multiplied by my square root to dope You can't cope, you can't hang, check the slang I kick the party get the bwoy buts All from the jar of hot hard ball Hurt you with your cole slaw You said yeah you like it raw Now you crying like a b**h Saying you don't want no more But that's cool cause the old school rule I'm-a leave you facedown in the ditch covered with piss Cause I'm relentless and heartless, and this will be your exodus I mean, it's the word called relation between Jemini the Gifted One And the Funk Soul Sensation Radiation ages through the mental incarceration Makes the styles mingle causes social integration Wack MC's don't get nothing but Fahrenheit degrees They try to take flight, I take out all the Energies and bring 'em to their knees I leave them obliterated and incinerated With that outdated lingo, n***as cater to the ego But I ain't from around your way Ayo somebody gots ta pay To hell with Carlito, do it Jemini's way [Hook x2] [Verse 3] I make everything better like season on meat Like sugar sprinkled on your speaker, I make sh** sound sweet The Funk Soul Sensation is so sensational Inspirational and educational, too The 8th Wonder Won't ever let no man put us under But plunder, and ain't no where to run to Cause you be six feet under The thunder is coming down hard with black rains So the High Plains Drifter got to lift a n***a Out his jeep, like a 4/5th on the beat Yeah I'm down for the slaughter but I'm really about My daughter and my payday I'm preparing for my old and grey days I'm in my heyday, so mayday cause it's D-Day You want to strike the mic but first get through the you and me days Although, I'm really not the type of competition I'll go, all out to put the key in your ignition Don't revving your engine until your heart starts decision Your vision make your decision and get ready for the head-on collision [Hook x16] [Outro] Yo, I can dig that Yes, I can dig that