Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Heltah Skeltah and SaukratesНазвание : Ultimate MCДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[Rock] Ha, Al Catraz, who that, some call him Rock Yo, one shot`ll make you Jump like House of Pain or Kriss Kross Playin hopscotch, I got the mach` baby Even when I was small, I still hit crazy hard like a 3-80 And I hate these fakin MC`s, please Flee or your temperature drop more degrees Then a five presenter dressed in a young ass jacket In the winter, wit no independent casket for this rap shit [Ruck] Behold the pale horse, I see death in your future Wit thoughts connect, it`s best to step `fore I shoot ya Back in the days, I knew Ruck would Ruck Couldn`t wait that long so I jacked Michael J. Fox Since the death of the Delorian, I been best performin in Coliseum and stadiums, holdin the war palladiums Ain`t no funny vibe from this 25 year old Ultimate MC, test me if you hold "The-the Ultimate MC, what?" (4X) "The-the Ultimate" [Saukrates] Chemistratin street ruckus wit my nouns and verbs Hated the real muthafuckas wit a thirst for words Meditate wit me dude, alone in my own zone Come and get high, my shit`s homegrown Bionic, hydroponics, I rap til I`m blue like Sonic Deliveries, monotonic, but my style`s octophonic I hate to say, but you weak and your styles prosaic, man If rhymin was fightin, I be Tyson And all ya niggas better think, cuz right now ya runnin wit sphinx Cuz you`re weak son, I take my time to teach one Of the meet one`s, or reach one Illamatic rap addict, on some death of Caesar dramatics It`s never fluke yo, so don`t panic You can go to any other planet, and any weather you can run But can`t run forever, so whatever "The-the Ultimate MC, what?" (4X) "The-the Ultimate" [Saukrates] (Feelin it, ya niggas give a peep, in my manuscript) I`m the muthafuckin pimp, the microphone is my b-i-itch And you the John about to make a nigga r-i-ich Now get wit this, funk arithmetic If you outside make a sw-i-itch, and step inside the ab-y-yss Nigga come ill, don`t tr-i-ip, say it again You the John about to make this nigga r-i-ich Man, my finger pump it, hard to res-i-ist Find you nitch, nigga, hold that, my trigga finger start to i-i-itch (Diggin your ditch) Yea I`m on the mound wit a butane fireball Better duck the wild p-i-itch, I`m sick wit it You will never fly, you`re a ostr-i-ich Uh, be on ya back like a rash, I`m the i-i-ish Bank is, bank is closed, for my skrilla for the n-n-ni, rip-rip it "The-the Ultimate MC, what?" (4X) "The-the Ultimate" | Похожие исполнители: |
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