Saukrates f/ heltah skeltah lyrics ultimate rush lyrics

*The Ultimate MC Rush"

   

 (Rock)

 Hi

 Alcatraz

 Some call him Rock, yo

 One shot'll make ya jump like House of Pain or Kriss Kross

 Playing hop scotch

 I got the ?marks? baby

 Even when I was small I still get crazy hard like a 380

 And I hate these fakin MC's

 Please

 Flee before your temperature drop more degrees 

 Than a five percenter 

 Dressed in a young ass jacket 

 In the winter boy

 Don't end up in a casket for this rap shit.

   

 (Ruck)

 Behold the pale horse

 I see death in your future

 When thoughts connect

 Its best to step before I shoot ya

 Back in the days I knew Ruck would rock

 Couldn't wait that long so I jacked Michael J. Fox

 Since the death of the DeLorean

 I been best performing in

 Coliseums, and stadiums

 Holdin in ?more? palladiums

 Ain't no funny vibe from this 25 year old

 Ultimate MC test me if ya bold

   

 (Chorus)

 The ultimate MC rush (X4)

   

 (Saukrates)

 Demonstrate on street ruckus with my nouns and verbs

 Hated the real mahfuckers with the thirst for words

 Meditate with me dude

 Alone in my own zone

 Come and get high

 My shits homegrown

 Bionic, hydroponics

 I rap

 Till I'm blue like Sonic

 Delivery's monotonic

 But my style rocks the phonic

 I hate to say it

 But you're weak and your styles prosaic

 If rhyming was fighting I'd be Tyson

 And all y'all niggas better flee

 Cause right now you're running with Spinks

 Cause you're weak son

 I take my time to teach one

 Of the meek ones, who reach one

 Illamatic rap addict

 On some death of Caesar dramatics

 Its never fluke yo, so don't panic

 You could go to any other planet

 In any weather you could run

 But can't run forever

 So whatever.

   

 Chorus X4

   

 (Singing)

 You'll admit

 Y'all niggas can't compete

 With my manuscript

   

 (Saukrates)

 I'm the muthafuckin pimp the microphone is my bi-i-itch

 And you the john about to make a nigga ri-i-ich

 Now get with this funk arithmetic

 If you outside make a swi-i-itch

 And step inside the aby-y-ys

 Nigga come ill, don't tri-i-ip

 Say it again

 You the john about to make this nigga ri-i-ich

 Man, my finger puppet hard to resi-i-ist

 Find your niche, nigga hold that

 My trigger finger starts to i-i-itch

   

 (Singing)

 Digging your ditch

   

 (Saukrates)

 I'm on the mound with butane fireball

 Better duck the wild pi-i-itch

 I'm sick with it

 You would never fly

 You an ostri-i-ich

 Be on your back like a rash 

 I'm the i-i-ish

 Bankers bank is closed

 No more scrilla for the ni-i-i

 ?Wi-i-ife or his kids?

   

 Chorus X4