Текст песни Ultramagnetic MC`s - You Ain`t Real
Ultramagnetic MC`s - You Ain`t Real слова песни
[Moe Luv scratches an N.W.A. sample (originally Curtis Mayfield?)
saying the word "niggaz" over and over]
Brothers wanna know, what`s goin on about the 4-1-1
on the group, and so on and so forth
So what you talk for, you know what I came for:
a motherfuckin ground war!
Talkin that same old style
Same old song, same old thang
Sweatin yourself, you`re gettin busy yo
Huh, but you still can`t hang
I`d rather rip, and still the flip trip
On the mic grip and hit, and then trip
into I never ever miss.. yo
You still ain`t shit
Thinkin you`re all that, you`ve got
the rep and props but you still can`t rap
Wanna talk about a wannabe, never gonna be
ever gonna be, who`s gonna see
Come near here, come here child yeah
I got flavor, style -- compare
[Moe Luv cuts: "hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat"]
Yo, you can`t compete
You wanna steal my voice, steal our sound
Steal my beats, you wanna fuck around
I don`t play son, shorts do I take none
You need help better call 9-1-1
or the Beatles, or Susannah
Drink you up like a cup of Tropicana
juice, I got more, flowin like a river
Yeah, style`s what I give ya
Shakin em, keep fakin em, make make makin em
Takin em, bakin em, no mistaken em
Dope, hyper, raw def MC
Wanna talk about a man, yo who is he
or she, you got nerve to even talk that
What about that, yeah, what`s up with that
rumor talkin, we can`t make a hit
We`ve been makin hits while you`ve been suckin dicks
around the town, lookin for a hardcore deal
Yeah - you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah, you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah -- you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" You ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah -- you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Who are you? You ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah, you you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Man..
"Niggaz" .. get out my FACE!!!
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, motherfuckers wanna blast
I keep rhymes in store for they ass
They ain`t got the style to kick no shit
I bust rhymes and heat and just blow shit
out, let me ask one question
You think I fell off? Well come test then
You ain`t the man to stop the Big X
Fuck around become ?? ?? next
Yes -- shit is gettin wild
Very wild, slick and much wild
But watch when I come with the Rhythm X shit
Then after that, motherfuckers wanna quit
Whether or not, you like it or not, you`re wack it`s true
Your whole crew sound doo doo
I keep tissue to wipe the first face
I`m like a team that stays in first place
Winnin, like the motherfuckin Giants
You got rhymes to kick? Then drop science
math, english, fuck it I said it
Yo Ced, come and grab the mic
[Ced Gee]
Yo let`s begin with a phrase that`s quite hype
I`ll control with soul Gee get right
Into the mix like a DJ spinnin on
The crowd is buggin, rememberin "Bring it On"
The phrase that stand to all that wanna try
to step to the Gee get roast and I wonder why
Hmmm, like Arsenio Hall said, I think
you rhyme like butter you`re soft and you`re quite stink
Tryin to perpetrate, sayin you`re hard right
You hit money grip you`re fake like a bad night-mare
with Freddie, you know you`re not ready
You sound immature, like a amateur petty
Yeah (you ain`t ready)
to step on the stage, get hit with the rhyme jab
Just like the Flintstones, I`ll break like Bam Bam
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! -- I`m smoke ya
You slept on the Gee, better yet, true Ultra
But now we`re back and, MC`s we`re slappin
We`re givin no slack and, because you`re wack and
yeah.. you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah, you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah -- you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah, you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Who are you? You ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Yeah, you you ain`t real!
"Niggaz" Man get out my FACE!!!