Ultimate MC

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