Ultramagnetic MC's
Raise It Up
[Intro: cool Keith]Yeah... yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chickenThat smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravyAnd I want some... old hot jazz biscuitsWith a little bit of that blues butterBring in the snare[Verse One: cool Keith]They never understood, many people were so slowMy funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyschoComplex wrecks wrecks, my style go X XI move around off beat, creatin more stylesShowin white boys, other kids my black stylesI kick lyrics like shoes right in your faceWalk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the aceI get slow-er, down in, on inFlowin like I used to be on Critical BeatdownI drop styles on ears the public bite emNot many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write emThey say yo Keith, yo cool, you usin big wordsI went to college, I'm even more stupid herbBack on the scene to put a lesson outEven if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson outI grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crackTame the monkey show the hummingbird how to actI get atomic, hypo-galacticalLetras de cancionesWord to mom I'm in my own worldGalaxy raised! Powerful[Chorus:]Raise it up (8X)Verse Two: Ced GYo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego tripYo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego tripNow back in the days and we used to use elevationAnd then the people said
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