ultramagnetic mcs - fuck you lyrics
[kool keith (ced):]
(wh-ssup?) yo, it’s just that
we the we the best in the united states
and they don’t wanna give it to us
but we the kings, we the real kings
and all that other bullsh-t you get, is counterfeit
so you know, stop buyin them other bullsh-t records
(stop gettin that plastic) and be dedicate…
raise your hands in the air and become (that plastic hip-hop)
dedicated ultra fans! you know what that means?
you can’t buy no other records [laughter]
(ohh sh-t!)
[kool keith:]
yeah f-ck ’em! these motherf-ckers ain’t sh-t
tryin to rhyme and tryin to get, nasty~!
i know the game when i’m steppin in bullsh-t
you better quit, when you’re makin a fake hit
you ain’t hard, buggin and so rough
you’re jack doo-doo, and soft as cream puff
i know mc’s who feel proud and black though
i know many; their -ss sound whack though
tryin to walk up, don’t give me no pound
f-ck you, cause you ain’t down
busting a move and that f-cked up freestyle
i go mad wild, lyrically so wild
look up stepchild, i f-ckin support you
but you sound whack, now i have to abort you
caught you, jerking off in the bathroom
bitin my fresh rhymes in back of the cl-ssroom
copyin, bitin sh-t off the master
lookin for dope rhymes but i’m a come after
hittin your brain like a motherf-ckin blackjack
rappers on stage, steppin to me they’re wick-whack
weak–ss rhymes show get off the stage black
f-ck up the mic girl you’re b-tch now get back
f-ck it! i see the b-tches on the mic
you treat ’em the same, like n-gg-z on the mic
no pity; you shouldn’ta got in the game
it’s like rappin to win, with a f-cked up name
like p-ssy p, who the f-ck is he or she?
yeah them n-gg-z is whack! f-ck ’em
f-ck ’em… f-ck ’em… f-ck ’em… f-ck ’em…
f-ck ’em… f-ck ’em… f-ck you!
[ced gee:]
yo, f-ck them! i put their rhymes in a p–per scoop
they can’t rap, they sound like doo doo and fruit loops
rap for money fame women and videos
they need to sit down write better material
like this, for a motherf-ckin freestyle
lose they jheri curls cause they’re not real
n-gg-z, from the motherf-ckin bronx and
killin in brooklyn, with rhymes that’s stompin
the compet-tion, to me they’re like children
you pick up the mic you get treated like pilgrims
back on the boat, on a mission to another land
takin you out’s like beatin up peter pan
boy, i hear you like to copy
rap in yo’ country, that sh-t sound sloppy
learn how to rap like a pro with a real flow
straight up south bronx original rap tone
takin my time as i teach better rappin buddy
so be quick like a kid with some silly putty
so back up, think what are you doin
you live in a fantasy, you’re soon to ruin
your career, you hear? i’m not here to scare
but i’m here to share what i feel is fair
yeah~! y’all know what that is
yo tr tell ’em
[scratching: “f-ck you! “]
[ced gee:]
yeah, y’all know what time it is
all you rappers out there, livin foul
perpetratin what you’re not
tryin to be hard, tryin to be soft, b-tter soft
act a clown, makeup fallin down
put the sh-t down and be yourself, y’knahmsayin?
that’s what it’s all about in the 90’s
be yourself, peace!
[outro:]
i know, and you know (yeah)
that no matter what we done
we’d like to tell everybody how we feel about it all
and if we’ve offended anybody in any way
we don’t give a sh-t!
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