Ultramagnetic MC's
Ain't It Good to You
I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green HornetYou know you want it, rappers get up on itI flaunt it, throughout the metro-politanThe world's my areaDance interior, fresh interior decoratedA painted wall with rhymesThat glow and show the biter slow reciterUp who mighta tried to copy this styleOr change their ways, to wonder if you canTake me out, on the microphoneI'm strong like Benzine, I kill a fiendRhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasolineOut, I use ExxonAnd any rappers wack, my mind checks onMeters and gauges, crankin up lyrical enginesNow I'm ready to rollOn you and him, your whole crewLet's film it, now take twoWatch the movie, your brain will be the starThoughtless, when I take you farTo the galaxy, and leave your domepieceLetras de cancionesIn the hemisphere, now you're lost on JupiterYour brain revolves around, you get stupiderTryin to think, where you're goinOn other planets, rhymes are flowinThrough the Milky Way, quicker than warp speedBrains I feed with heatable raysAin't it good to you?I'm a wise man, prophet of the bibleYou wanna try me, then I'm liableTo go and flow and show, don't you knowEdgar Allan Poe, could not write like thisMysteries, with a twistAnd I insist, to uplift my metaphorSlice dice and write, and make the brain soreFor, you and himI kill a rapper, then beginTo wrote and smoke you're chokin then provokeThe joke the most, and walk around like notesProgrammed, you're equal to a dummyThem want rhyme? You do summiesBackwards, forwards, sidewaysAnyway, I say hold itNow you're in space, plus you're foldedUp, like molecules of matterPlus you scatter, you wish you had aChance to shake, recuperate, recreateThe brain cells, I have ateScraped, soak em in solutionsLike Benzine, iodine producinStudent of Cee's, tryin to be, just like meCed Gee, the UltramagneticA scientist, skilled with knowledgeOnce a God, years of collegeAccumulated, my wisdom and witThoughts float, ideas are legitTo fit, the rhythm of the tempoAlso, the music more soHave to move groove soothe and lose youNow ain't it good to you?Once again my rhyme blows up enemiesWack MC's, across the nation on rotationYou get the hype at the stationPromotion, I put your brain in slow motionLike lotion, and let it float in the oceanThen I drown it, your brain begins to bubbleI bring trouble, hang with Barney RubbleIn Bedrock, and watch another head rockGo through West to Washington and Ced blockThe Avenue, passin you, bashin youIn your face, rhymes are crashin youOn the chrome dome, swellin your AstrodomeYou're in an ambulance, I'm takin you homeTo complete the ways I'm on a missionI see your balls of clay with x-visionI'm a scientist, your satellites are weakThey get dimmer every time I speakOn my gryoscope you hope to seek the styleThat copacetically, bugs you outOn the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceshipRisin, not followin, plexinMuscle flexin, lyrics for connectionRhyme injection, rhythm perfectionBrain selection, has protectionMy reflection, shinesTriple times your eye, invisibleI get by your brainNow ain't it good to you?Ah-yo Keith, how you say?Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shotDone at the Ultra lab of courseMixed at D&D with my man AndyYo, we outta here
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