Give The Drummer Some "Ultramagnetic MCs" (Intro) One two, one two Ultramagnetic's in full effect We talkin' about givin' the drummer some You know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind (Kool Keith) I'm ready and now it's my turn to build Uplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thing Switch up change my pitch up Smack my bitch up like a pimp For any rapper who attempt to wear Troop's and step on my path I'm willing as a A-1 General Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test Whatever group or vest in line I put 'em all behind Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deserves I smell a grape in the duck preserves and Who deserves the right to be king of the screen And shout wack poetry what, are you buggin' Germs that want to law me, quit it, before I heat your ear off Let your burn deduct another year off rappin' for a face I'm slappin' Gimme applause when hands start clappin', now give the drummer some Bug Powder Dust "Bomb The Bass" (Section 2 at 0:00) [I think it's time to discuss your - ah - Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor] Check it, yo! I always hit the tape with a rough road style You heard the psychdelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Danish brew So you could call be black and tan when I'm a wreckin' a crew I'm like Billy White when he's in Tangiers I'm out on the sole surviving with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin' on somethin' s'you could say I'm scorchin' I never been the type to rap up a well Make man burn his draft card like it was hell Send ya up the river like you lookin' for curse I got the mug womp jizzum up in every verse (Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust a mug one jizzum The wild boys runnin' right into some trippin' Led into control about the Big Brothah Trying like hard to not blow my cover Who's that man in the windowpane Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to stain Sho' nuff equip so wop n'geet dancester Butt bond my ladder and you'll get beat down Hash bond style so I'm singin' day glow Wakin' up the dead like serpent and the rainbow Kick off the shoes and relax your feet Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat (...) How High "Charlatans" How high! Oh I can kiss the sun Run a minute mile while you hitch hike Love shines a light I'll be a winner cup And I'm lookin' for the one who cut you up You're not having me you know the skies are mean And I'm hopin' for a way to free you, love I'm fixing holes the ones you break up come in from your drive And the hand that rocks you cuts you up like lyrics of your life I can't buy what I've done before I want to open up another door I'm going to let you pass I'm on another pass I want to be the king while you zig zag On a holy road like Caine from Kung Fu How high oh! I can kiss the sun Hang on to your hopes my darlin' don't let it slip away And the hand that holds you keeps you warm and [...] don't let it slip away (...) Been Caught Stealing "Jane's Addiction" I've been caught stealing once when I was 5... I enjoy stealing It's just as simple as that Well, it's just a simple fact When I want something And don't want to pay for it I walk right through the door Walk right through the door Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine Mine all mine! (...) I Get Wrecked "Tim Dog" That's right boys, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down Hit em like this, hoooooooo Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes) Can I get a motherfuckin' yes (yes) Do I get wreck and get respect (yes) Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), okay Well can I get a ho (ho) Can I get motherfuckin' ho (ho) Do I get wreck at any show (ho) Lyrically I got the flow (ho), say here we go Coming from the butcher shop Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop Till they hit the tip-top now it's time to get props Wack MC's I just tax I'll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax Bitch ass niggaz step aside Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide Toyin' non-believers, here's the menace side Geonice, come inside, you're goin on a murder ride Peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there! It's The New Style "Beastie Boys" There it is - kick it!!! Father to many - married to none And in case you're unaware I carry a gun Stepped into the party - the place was over packed Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank - I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy so I shot him in the head If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!) Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike Your father - he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green I've got the girlie's numbers from the places I been New York "Sex Pistols" An imitation from New York You're made in Japan From cheese and chalk You're hipy tarts hero 'cos you put on bad show You put on bad show Oh don't it show Still oh out on those pills Oh do you remember Think it's well playing Max's kansas You're looking bored And you're acting flash With nothing in your gut You better keep yer mouth shut You better keep yer mouth shut In a rut Still oh out on those pills Do the sambo Four years on You still look the same I think about time You changed your brain You're just a pile of shit You're coming to this Ya poor little faggot You're sealed with a kiss Kiss me Think it's well playing in Japan When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan You're just a pile of shit You're coming to this Ya poor little faggot You're sealed with a kiss Still oh out on those pills Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything You're condemned to eternal bullshit You're sealed with a kiss Kiss me A kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss A looking for a kiss you're coming to this I wanna kiss anything Oh kiss this eh boy Kowalski "Primal Scream" Kowalski - Vanishing point Kowalski - Vanishing point Kowalski - Vanishing point Kowalski - Vanishing point [Like a butterfly on a man] [Like a butterfly on a man] [Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice...] Public Enemy No 1 "Public Enemy" (C. Ridenhour è H. Shocklee) Well I'm all in, put it up on the board Another rapper shot down from the mouth that roared 1-2-3 down for the count The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no doubt [...] Cause I can can go solo, like a Sugar Ray bolo Make the fly girls wanna have my photo Run in their room, hang it on the wall In remembrance that I rocked them all Suckers, ducks, ho-hum emcees You can't rock the kid, so go cut some cheese Take this application of rhymes like these My rap's red hot, 110 degrees So don't start bassin' cause I'll start placin_ Bets on that you'll be disgracing You and you mind from a beatin' from my rhymes A time, a crime that I can't find I'll show you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton Because I'm Public Enemy number one You got no rap, but you want a battle It's like havin' a boat, but you got no paddle Cause I never pause, I say it because I don't break in stores, but I break all laws Written while sittin', all fittin' not bitten Givin' me the juice that your not gettin' I'm not a law obeyer, so you can tell your mayor I'm a non-stop, rhythm rock poetry sayer I'm the rhyme player, the the ozone layer A battle what? Here's a bible so start your prayer A word to the wise is justified If they ask you what happened, just admit you lied You just got caught a, for going out of order And now you're servin' football teams their water You just got dissed, all but dismissed Sucker duck emcees, you get me pissed It's no fun, being on the run Cause they got me, Public Enemy number one For all you suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires For you grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires, your father fixes tires You try to sell ya equipment, but you get no buyers It's you they never hire, you're never on flyers Cause you and your crew, is only known as good triers Known as the poetic lyrical son I'm Public Enemy number one Time To Get Ill "Beastie Boys" I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to kill What's the time? - it's time to get ill