
You Ain’t Shit Ultramagnetic MC's (Ft. Tim Dog)
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[Kool Keith]
It's been a while, fuck it I flex, Rhythm X
Can flow yo, turn the mic on pro
And watch me go, flaunt the style, rhythm I give 'em
Never be with 'em, stop 'em out but I hit 'em
One time, bust it with one rhyme
Motherfukin danger, talkin to me rap ranger
I get swift, prepare for the next man
And you can't handle, look out for the X-Man
Cause I get mad, take your mic and perform
See you're fuckin with heat black I'm lyrically warm
A form of Storm, of lyrical lightning
While you keep bitin'en, but I keep brightening
But you can't see the X style is frightening
Connectin often, brains go in spherical
While you make whack rhymes, your records are miracles
SMASH~! Record company trash
Sign a bullshit act, you need a foot in your ass
Boom bap, bash and crash, motherfuckers I mash
Keepin up on the bass
Step to pep, I gotta boost the rep
And get rugged and raw, back to run and shift
But you need a ride cause your brain need a lift
Four blocks away you hear the drums compel
Not a popout star perpetratin from hell
YOU AIN'T SHIT!
It's been a while, fuck it I flex, Rhythm X
Can flow yo, turn the mic on pro
And watch me go, flaunt the style, rhythm I give 'em
Never be with 'em, stop 'em out but I hit 'em
One time, bust it with one rhyme
Motherfukin danger, talkin to me rap ranger
I get swift, prepare for the next man
And you can't handle, look out for the X-Man
Cause I get mad, take your mic and perform
See you're fuckin with heat black I'm lyrically warm
A form of Storm, of lyrical lightning
While you keep bitin'en, but I keep brightening
But you can't see the X style is frightening
Connectin often, brains go in spherical
While you make whack rhymes, your records are miracles
SMASH~! Record company trash
Sign a bullshit act, you need a foot in your ass
Boom bap, bash and crash, motherfuckers I mash
Keepin up on the bass
Step to pep, I gotta boost the rep
And get rugged and raw, back to run and shift
But you need a ride cause your brain need a lift
Four blocks away you hear the drums compel
Not a popout star perpetratin from hell
YOU AIN'T SHIT!
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