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Ultramagnetic Mc's

Genres: Hip-Hop

Mc Champion Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc's

And now.. 

You're MC Champions, Ultra-Magnetic 

 

"I am sealing off the dimensional window 

Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar" 

 

[Ced Gee] 

Ahh yeah 

One two, one two 

This is agent Ble-Ced Gee 

Ultramagnetic's in full effect 

We in here droppin freestyle rhymes like MC Champions 

So Keith, take it away 

 

[Kool Keith] 

Power compactor, brain distractor 

Droppin a bomb, right in your anal connector 

Sector, vector, the lyric inspector 

X-Ray vision, powerful spector 

Lexor, Mechtor, Egor 

Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

The rhythm I drop to hit the top to make your swing go pop 

as I flow, pick up the micro' 

Poem get hypo, tension as original 

lyrical miracle, back to attack one 

Black one, white one, green one or blue one 

Colorful sweet rhymes, I'm back to do one 

or two of you, three of you, or four of you 

Five or six or seven, eleven of you 

Wack MC's get back in the last line 

And wait on the mic, you think I'm ready to pass mine 

Up in the Brougham, with clever ability 

I know when to sting a brain, just like I'm a killer bee 

Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame throw 

Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow 

Polka-dot MC's, African, Indians 

Spanish-American, mixed with Panamanian 

Arabian Nubian, speak in Siberian 

Japanese Chinese, and regular MC's 

Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures 

I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back 

Sidewind and rattle like a snake I strike back 

I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you 

Your company management, the dummy who signed you 

To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many 

records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any 

metaphor phrases, things that amazes 

me the next man, no biter or innovator 

with lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator 

Bitin my style, nibblin on the big jock 

With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock 

Count the one two three four five 

I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome 

I'm just a CHAMPION