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Don't Be Scared

Ultramagnetic MC’s
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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No matter who you are, or what your age may be If you want to achieve permanent, sustaining success The motivation that will drive you toward that goal Must come from within "Where ya at?" "Here we go" "Where ya at?" "Where ya at?" "Where ya at?" "Where ya at?" "Where ya at?" My tricky tricky style is so cocky I knock you out like I'm Rocky And then I bet you the world, plus some loot on the point A licky leaf for a rapper because my rhymes are like potion I think he brain like a booger, so put your mind in slow motion Simply it's done, like makin' a bungee You lick it, I roll it, I stinky spark with the fellas Let's contact Clinton, then call him the chief Plus I'm molten destruction, on suckers and nerds Take their style toss it up, then add effects like a reverb Shakin' and mashin', cause the flow is exceptional The Washington congress, the house of congressional Professional, call it geronimo Frequencies on the mickey, bite your girl give her hicky Now you're flippin' the ill way, diluted with mutant The Horseman's style is the flow so rapid Think he rhyme like a possum, like Blue and Bun Allen Got fellows so mellow, like a pen with no fellow Tricky shake me the handle, tricky bump thinkin' jello Hello, goodbye Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic My flow is wicked, roughly rockin' like Wilson Pickett Stick it, the funky (blow!), cause I can dig it Check it check it as I wreck it, niggas never respect it Others always neglect it, intellect is so respected A sharpshooter, blowin' niggas up out the brain You can't maintain, my domain, too insane! I have centrifugal, centrifugal style, difficult styles Why you be bitin' bong, chewin' for miles I'm like Houdini the great, I do magnificent incredible shit To make motherfuckers buck, now niggas sick Shootin' up your town, blowin' up your city As I stalk walk hawk, that shit ain't pretty, really Silly, better step off! Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic I got the pick-up truck ready, lookin' for Satan the devil Yeah, Bug Krazy off another level I boogie woogie on down and catch mad wreck Load the calico tech, comin' high tech MCs jump up quick, you get your ass kicked Mad sick, used to hang with Charles Manson Cut up any foot if a sword kept dancin' I smiggle smack 'em, briggle briggle break 'em Catch 'em with the hefty bag, walk away and take 'em MCs look in the mirror, see they nightmare The Bug kid, bald head, fuck it I don't care I get frantic atomic, pull your rectum out Change your bread frame, what? Pull your spectrum out I get retarded and raw like Ray's erotic You don't wanna try the X, aw, fuck it Let me, show you, my style, this style Fuck that, nah nah nah nah, not this style Yes yo, who that? Yo wait, yo I'm comin' down Hehehehee, come and battle me clown Juggle three balls, my balls, feel good Better have your girl on my dick, sister write me a letter MCs know they all def, they on the back burner I step straight to your crew like mad Truck Turner The crazy man, with grenades in the projects Back up punk, remember XXX Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Check it, it's my time with the rhyme for the mind I'm comin' harder, pull up harder, blast your ass off the line Racist faces, spaces, racist tastes, face it I'm sprayin' mace in your face, I'm tradin' places With the power to knock your ass unconscious, I'm monstrous I'm raw and I rhyme, cause I stomp cause I want this Not so fast kid, yo, I did a mad bid You won't last kid, yo, I'll whoop your ass kid Vacate the premises, order of the Genesis Prime Nef is motherfucker, can you step to this? Can you handle the vandal the man on the force Through the scanner snuff your ass like a candle Well it's my ray, the high ray, the fly ray Desiray, cause irate, cause I make, you gyrate To the raw rap because it's all that, you saw that It's raw jack, and it's time to go to war jack So don't waste my time, let the bassline Kick your ass with the chorus line I check a wreck a record, check a wreck I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with most respect! Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Don't get scared, pick up the mic Where ya at?