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*the ultimate mc rush" |
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(rock) |
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Hi |
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Alcatraz |
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Some call him rock, yo |
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One shot'll make ya jump like house of pain or kriss kross |
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Playing hop scotch |
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I got the ?marks? baby |
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Even when i was small i still get crazy hard like a 380 |
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And i hate these fakin mc's |
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Please |
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Flee before your temperature drop more degrees |
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Than a five percenter |
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Dressed in a young ass jacket |
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In the winter boy |
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Don't end up in a casket for this rap shit. |
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(ruck) |
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Behold the pale horse |
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I see death in your future |
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When thoughts connect |
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Its best to step before i shoot ya |
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Back in the days i knew ruck would rock |
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Couldn't wait that long so i jacked michael j. fox |
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Since the death of the delorean |
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I been best performing in |
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Coliseums, and stadiums |
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Holdin in ?more? palladiums |
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Ain't no funny vibe from this 25 year old |
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Ultimate mc test me if ya bold |
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(chorus) |
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The ultimate mc rush (x4) |
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(saukrates) |
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Demonstrate on street ruckus with my nouns and verbs |
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Hated the real mahfuckers with the thirst for words |
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Meditate with me dude |
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Alone in my own zone |
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Come and get high |
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My shits homegrown |
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Bionic, hydroponics |
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I rap |
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Till i'm blue like sonic |
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Delivery's monotonic |
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But my style rocks the phonic |
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I hate to say it |
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But you're weak and your styles prosaic |
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If rhyming was fighting i'd be tyson |
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And all y'all niggas better flee |
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Cause right now you're running with spinks |
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Cause you're weak son |
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I take my time to teach one |
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Of the meek ones, who reach one |
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Illamatic rap addict |
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On some death of caesar dramatics |
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Its never fluke yo, so don't panic |
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You could go to any other planet |
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In any weather you could run |
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But can't run forever |
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So whatever. |
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Chorus x4 |
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(singing) |
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You'll admit |
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Y'all niggas can't compete |
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With my manuscript |
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(saukrates) |
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I'm the muthafuckin pimp the microphone is my bi-i-itch |
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And you the john about to make a nigga ri-i-ich |
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Now get with this funk arithmetic |
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If you outside make a swi-i-itch |
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And step inside the aby-y-ys |
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Nigga come ill, don't tri-i-ip |
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Say it again |
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You the john about to make this nigga ri-i-ich |
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Man, my finger puppet hard to resi-i-ist |
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Find your niche, nigga hold that |
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My trigger finger starts to i-i-itch |
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(singing) |
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Digging your ditch |
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(saukrates) |
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I'm on the mound with butane fireball |
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Better duck the wild pi-i-itch |
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I'm sick with it |
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You would never fly |
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You an ostri-i-ich |
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Be on your back like a rash |
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I'm the i-i-ish |
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Bankers bank is closed |
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No more scrilla for the ni-i-i |
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?wi-i-ife or his kids? |
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Chorus x4 |