Saukrates feat. Heltah Skeltah Ultimate Rush Lyrics

The Underground Tapes Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Can't Touch Us
  • 3 Money or Love
  • 4 Bag Da Biscuit
  • 5 Da Professional
  • 6 Keep It Movin'
  • 7 Innovations (remix)
  • 8 Fineline
  • 9 Play Dis 99"
  • 10 Body Language
  • 11 Check for Me
  • 12 Ultimate Rush
  • 13 Rollin'
  • 14 Suga Daddy
  • 15 Bag Da Biscuit (Ain't Nuttin But A...)
  • 16 Vietnam
  • 17 Killed or Be Killed
  • 18 Ay, Ay, Ay.
  • *The Ultimate MC Rush"

    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
    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

    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

    The ultimate MC rush (X4)

    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

    You'll admit
    Y'all niggas can't compete
    With my manuscript

    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

    Digging your ditch

    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

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