Saukrates - Ultimate Rush Lyrics
*the ultimate mc rush"(rock)HiAlcatrazSome call him rock, yoOne shot'll make ya jump like house of pain or kriss krossPlaying hop scotchI got the ?marks? babyEven when i was small i still get crazy hard like a 380And i hate these fakin mc'sPleaseFlee before your temperature drop more degreesThan a five percenterDressed in a young ass jacketIn the winter boyDon't end up in a casket for this rap shit.(ruck)Behold the pale horseI see death in your futureWhen thoughts connectIts best to step before i shoot yaBack in the days i knew ruck would rockCouldn't wait that long so i jacked michael j. foxSince the death of the deloreanI been best performing inColiseums, and stadiumsHoldin in ?more? palladiumsAin't no funny vibe from this 25 year oldUltimate mc test me if ya bold(chorus)The ultimate mc rush (x4)(saukrates)Demonstrate on street ruckus with my nouns and verbsHated the real mah*****ers with the thirst for wordsMeditate with me dudeAlone in my own zoneCome and get highMy shits homegrownBionic, hydroponicsI rapTill i'm blue like sonicDelivery's monotonicBut my style rocks the phonicI hate to say itBut you're weak and your styles prosaicIf rhyming was fighting i'd be tysonAnd all y'all niggas better fleeCause right now you're running with spinksCause you're weak sonI take my time to teach oneOf the meek ones, who reach oneIllamatic rap addictOn some death of caesar dramaticsIts never fluke yo, so don't panicYou could go to any other planetIn any weather you could runBut can't run foreverSo whatever.Chorus x4(singing)You'll admitY'all niggas can't competeWith my manuscript(saukrates)I'm the mutha*****in pimp the microphone is my bi-i-itchAnd you the john about to make a nigga ri-i-ichNow get with this funk arithmeticIf you outside make a swi-i-itchAnd step inside the aby-y-ysNigga come ill, don't tri-i-ipSay it againYou the john about to make this nigga ri-i-ichMan, my finger puppet hard to resi-i-istFind your niche, nigga hold thatMy trigger finger starts to i-i-itch(singing)Digging your ditch(saukrates)I'm on the mound with butane fireballBetter duck the wild pi-i-itchI'm sick with itYou would never flyYou an ostri-i-ichBe on your back like a rashI'm the i-i-ishBankers bank is closedNo more scrilla for the ni-i-i?wi-i-ife or his kids?Chorus x4
