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  • 作词 : Ultramagnetic MC's
    Bobbito's in the house!
    I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real ****
    Y'know, all this radio ****, this flower **** you be hearin
    All this la-la-la and this,
    TLC condoms on your eyes and all that ****
    I'm not with that..
    Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one,
    Rhythm X -- the man
    I'ma show you how to get wreck
    The right way, not the wrong way
    Watch me when
    I do this, pay attention
    Check it out
    Shut up! Step back!
    That picky-packy-wacky rap
    Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
    In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
    I come walk in your show like
    David Berkowitz
    Make you think you swimmin like that homey
    Mark Spitz
    How can you put up a fox, against an
    ALLIGATOR
    I chew your crew one by one, like a
    Now or Later
    I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
    Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
    I wreck shop like
    Rock the Ricky
    Wrecka Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
    I make MC's go, "Heyy hoe heyy hoe"
    Look at me now, whassup?
    HEY JOE! You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood
    Perpetratin wild when you're comin from
    NO hood I wipe your style like doo doo, when
    I beat ya
    Treat ya like an old
    Bible rhyme in school, teach ya
    Like my son, did your mother tell you?
    Pee pee's on the rise, why the
    X gotta smell you?
    You know me,
    I know you, you droppin lyrics on the record that's spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back
    I rock styles on top, another
    Funky child
    I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
    You better go off and think, cause
    I'm your father
    Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (5X)
    Check it!
    One two, you don't wanna step to crazy psycho patient from the
    Bronx, comin at you
    I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex
    Bust my style, get wild, flow like
    Rhythm X People know they wack, in fact,
    I'm comin back black
    Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
    You say you good with the mic, man
    I wonder why
    You think
    I'm sleepin?
    But y'all was gone beddy-bye
    Rappers on my
    D-head, quick to stick in
    New York Everywhere
    I go hoe, never ridin
    I walk You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the *****
    B I ride a rhyme to
    Mars, and go to
    Venus see
    Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out
    Monday Tuesday
    Wednesday
    Thursday Friday whole week out
    Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
    The same way you blow up,
    I make a rapper go down
    I make you quit rap, and try to get with
    Bobby Brown
    Slide and glide,
    Boogie Down like
    James Brown
    Never will
    I say I, watch me when
    I do that
    When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?"
    I know my tongue is long just like a lizard
    Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard
    I know you breakin your neck, to hear the
    X stuff Back to burn, yo
    Sam, yo ain't the
    X rough I look at millions of groups and tell em get back
    Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (4X)
    Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
    You rappers been played like suede
    Puma's, yo bust it
    I kick a style so rugged, they're makin ? wet
    Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
    Never will
    I stop it, got the target on your anus
    Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
    I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be
    I make you cry kid, cover your face to me
    I'm not the one, fairy tale like
    Patti LaBelle
    My job is easy when
    I'm draggin em down to hell
    You know my story when
    I'm throwin you off the cliff
    Them jelly rhymes on the table with
    Skippy and
    Jif I see these suckers better find another game plan
    I never heard of you stupid!
    What's your name man?
    Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald
    B Jump on my tip, when you're takin a fall
    G You see the style is mine, but can the
    X flow? I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show
    Kick it when
    I feel it, the
    X style reveal it
    Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track
    I give you more than some comp,
    I give you no
    SLACK People know
    I wreck, did that kid - get the message?
    I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum
    Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (8X)
  • 作词 : Ultramagnetic MC's
    Bobbito's in the house!
    I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real ****
    Y'know, all this radio ****, this flower **** you be hearin
    All this la-la-la and this,
    TLC condoms on your eyes and all that ****
    I'm not with that..
    Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one,
    Rhythm X -- the man
    I'ma show you how to get wreck
    The right way, not the wrong way
    Watch me when
    I do this, pay attention
    Check it out
    Shut up! Step back!
    That picky-packy-wacky rap
    Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
    In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
    I come walk in your show like
    David Berkowitz
    Make you think you swimmin like that homey
    Mark Spitz
    How can you put up a fox, against an
    ALLIGATOR
    I chew your crew one by one, like a
    Now or Later
    I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
    Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
    I wreck shop like
    Rock the Ricky
    Wrecka Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
    I make MC's go, "Heyy hoe heyy hoe"
    Look at me now, whassup?
    HEY JOE! You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood
    Perpetratin wild when you're comin from
    NO hood I wipe your style like doo doo, when
    I beat ya
    Treat ya like an old
    Bible rhyme in school, teach ya
    Like my son, did your mother tell you?
    Pee pee's on the rise, why the
    X gotta smell you?
    You know me,
    I know you, you droppin lyrics on the record that's spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back
    I rock styles on top, another
    Funky child
    I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
    You better go off and think, cause
    I'm your father
    Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (5X)
    Check it!
    One two, you don't wanna step to crazy psycho patient from the
    Bronx, comin at you
    I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex
    Bust my style, get wild, flow like
    Rhythm X People know they wack, in fact,
    I'm comin back black
    Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
    You say you good with the mic, man
    I wonder why
    You think
    I'm sleepin?
    But y'all was gone beddy-bye
    Rappers on my
    D-head, quick to stick in
    New York Everywhere
    I go hoe, never ridin
    I walk You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the *****
    B I ride a rhyme to
    Mars, and go to
    Venus see
    Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out
    Monday Tuesday
    Wednesday
    Thursday Friday whole week out
    Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
    The same way you blow up,
    I make a rapper go down
    I make you quit rap, and try to get with
    Bobby Brown
    Slide and glide,
    Boogie Down like
    James Brown
    Never will
    I say I, watch me when
    I do that
    When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?"
    I know my tongue is long just like a lizard
    Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard
    I know you breakin your neck, to hear the
    X stuff Back to burn, yo
    Sam, yo ain't the
    X rough I look at millions of groups and tell em get back
    Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (4X)
    Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
    You rappers been played like suede
    Puma's, yo bust it
    I kick a style so rugged, they're makin ? wet
    Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
    Never will
    I stop it, got the target on your anus
    Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
    I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be
    I make you cry kid, cover your face to me
    I'm not the one, fairy tale like
    Patti LaBelle
    My job is easy when
    I'm draggin em down to hell
    You know my story when
    I'm throwin you off the cliff
    Them jelly rhymes on the table with
    Skippy and
    Jif I see these suckers better find another game plan
    I never heard of you stupid!
    What's your name man?
    Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald
    B Jump on my tip, when you're takin a fall
    G You see the style is mine, but can the
    X flow? I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show
    Kick it when
    I feel it, the
    X style reveal it
    Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track
    I give you more than some comp,
    I give you no
    SLACK People know
    I wreck, did that kid - get the message?
    I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum
    Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (8X)