Ultramagnetic MC's

Ultramagnetic MC's - Ultra Reunion lyrics

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[Kool Keith]

Example one - master magical magician

hold position, enter the club with competition

The Great Bartholomew, my spirit follow you

Hand back the track, smellin smoke off the vinyl wax

My approach is silent, quiet like a roach

My solo voodoo is here, Zapp with kazoo

What can you do when the funk comes behind your crew

Like Greyskull, Skeletor the bus is on tour

Kool Keith with Indian Chief Sahara

Holdin the flashlight, shavin cream in the mirror

Like Yogi Berra, big Yank count bank

Movin work out the country, you think I'm Big Hank

Forty-eight waist with bass, all in your face

I be there, in the atmosphere, super underwear

My cape aluminum, light up crews when I'm booin em

Feedback, mistaken, like Crazy Legs

I be breakin, rap on my back, you caught the steam

While you smoke crack, that song word P



Chorus: repeat 4X



	We know how to win, Ultra again

	Ced Gee, Kool Keith, re-un-ion



	We know how to win..



[Ced Gee]

Check it

I bring light to every order

I'm smooth as hell, my record sells cross the border

So don't you tell me what I need

Cause I like to be, all that I see

However you take it, it could be arranged simplistic

Mad beats son, I know that you with it

Plus you know I'm spittin cheeba

You can quote that son, while I go call Anita

I'm like the high setter, the ready to buy getter

I like the fly sweaters, honey lips is wetter

I cruise around the world, uhh

collectin fancy pearls and sexy girls

The umm, the ahh, umm the ahh

Ahh yeah son, I originated that

and that's a fact, product skills mad fat

The black on wax need to be brought back

the right way, the hype way

The way that MC's used to rip the mic way



Chorus



[C.Gee]	So won't you kick that son?

[Keith]	Yeah..



[Kool Keith]

Even compressed, I snap back like Aquaman

The Boogieman, lookin down at the city

Nuclear bombs, Band-Aids, hurt your arms with quickness



[Ced Gee]

Check, check.. check

Up in the ghetto I rip up mad parties

I rock the bells, lyrics kick like Bacardi



[Kool Keith]

Witness ill, reel to reel, change like weather

Penetratin plether, for goose feather

Acrobats get waxed, we run road like Mad Max

Security, Wells Fargo, I go

loco, express best, who stress test me

Let's move on him



Chorus (fades)



[Kool Keith]

Yeah, feel my bassline..
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