Ain ́t It Good To You
Ultramagnetic MC ́s
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Kool Keith
I'm like Kato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet
You know you want it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
The world's my area, dance interior, fresh interior
Decorated, I paint a wall with rhymes that glow
And show the biter slow reciter
Of who might've tried to copy this style
A change of ways, to wonder if you can
Take me out, on the microphone
I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a fiend
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumping gasoline out
I use Exxon, and any rapper who's wack, my mind checks on
Meters and gauges cranking up lyrical engines
Now I'm ready to roll
On you and him, your whole crew
Let's film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
Thoughtless, when I take you far
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece in the hemisphere
Now you're lost on Jupiter
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, where you're goin
On other planets, rhymes are flowing
Through the Milky Way, quicker than warp speed
Brains I feed with heatable rays
Ain't it good to you?
Erick Sermon
I'm a wise man, prophet of the Bible
You wanna try me, then I'm liable
To go with flow and show, don't you know
Edgar Allen Poe could not write like this
Mysteries, with a twist
And I insist, to uplift my metaphor
Slice dice and write and make your brain sore
For, you and him, I kill a rapper
Then begin, to roast and smoke and choke
And then provoke the joke the most
And walk around like ghost
Programmed, you're equal to a dummy
The more I rhyme, you do summaries
Backwards, forwards, sideways
Anyway, I say hold it
Now you're in space, plus you're folded
Up, like molecules of matter
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
The brain cells, I have ate
Scraped, soaking up solutions
Like benzyne, iodine, producing
Student MC's tryin to be
Just like me, said G, from Ultramagnetic
A scientist, skilled with knowledge
Once a God, years of college
Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
Thought flow, ideas are legit
To fit, the rhythm of the tempo
Also, the music more so
Has to move grooves soothes and soothes you
Now ain't it good to you?
Kool Keith
Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
Wack MC's, across the nation
On rotation, you get the hype at the station
Promotion, I put your brain in slow motion
Like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
Then I drown it, your brain begin to bubble
I bring trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
And Bedrock, and watch another head rock
Go through Webster, Washington and set block
The avenue, passin you, bashin you
In your face, rhymes are crashing you
On the chrome dome, swellin your Astrodome
You're in an ambulance, I'm taking you home
To compete through waves I'm on a mission
I see your balls of clay with X-vision
I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak
They get dimmer every time I speak
On my gyroscope you hold the seat
The style that copacetically, bugs you out
On the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceship
Rising, not following, plexing
Muscles flexing, lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
Brain selection, has protection
My reflection, shines
Triple times your eye, invisible
I get by your brain
Now ain't it good to you?
Erick Sermon
Aiyyo Keith, how you say it?
Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
Done at the Ultra lab of course
Mixed at D&D by my man Andrew
Yo, we outta here