Текст песни DJ Adam 12 f Heltah Skeltah, Saukrates - Ultimate MC Rush
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[Chorus : KRS-One (sampled)]the ultimate MC rush[Rockness Monsta]Alkatraz, who dat, they call him RockMy style `ll make jump like House of PainAnd Kris Kross, playin hopscotch, I match babyEven, when I was small, I still got crazyHard like a 3-80, and I hate these fakin` MC`s (C`s), flee, (flee)Flee for your temperature drops more degreesThan at 5% address and a young ass jacket in the winterBoy, don`t wind up in a casket for this rap shit[Tawl Sean]But, hold the build horseI see death in your futureWhen thoughts connectIt`s best to step, for I shoot yaBack in the days, I knew Ruck with RockCouldn`t wait that longSo, I jacked Michael J. FoxIt`s the top of the podiumI`ve been blessedPreformin in colliseums and stadiumsHoldin the war paladiumsAin`t no funny rideFrom this 25 year oldUltimate MC, test me if ya want[Chorus x5][Saukrattes]Demonstrate so street ruckus with my nouns and verbsTamin the real mother fuckers with a thirst for wordsMeditate with me dude, alone in my own zoneCome and get high, my shit`s homegrownBionic, hydroponics, I rap `til I`m blue like SonicDeliveries, planatonic, but my style`s optophonicI hate to say it, but your weak and your style`s mosaicIf I was rhymin, I`d be Tyson and all y`all niggaz betta think`Cause right now, y`all`s runnin` wit` snakes`Cause your weak, son, I take my time to teach oneOf the meak ones, to reach, illamatic rap addictOn some deffer ceaser dramatic, it`s never fluke, yoSo, don`t panic, you could go to any other planetIn any weather, you could runBut, can`t run forever, so whatever[Chorus x5][Saukrates]Feelin it, y`all niggaz take a peak at my manuscriptI`m the mother fuckin pimp, The microphone is my bitchAnd you the john about to make a nigga richNow get with this funk arithmatic, if you outside, make switchAnd step inside the abyss, nigga come ill, don`t tripSay it again, "you the john bout to make this nigga rich"Man, my finger pumpin hard to resist, find an itchNigga, hold that, my trigger finger start to itchDiggin yo D, I`m on a mound with a butane fire ballBetter duck, the wild pitch, I`m sick with itYou were never fly, you and alls critchBe on your back, like a rash from the itchBank is, bank is closed for the skrillaFor the nit, rippin pros up, what[Chorus x5]