Lyrics:
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the Ultra-magnetic MC's!
Say what, Peter Piper?
To hell with childish rhymes!
Cause this
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the ultra-magnetic, mc's
Say what, peter piper?
to hell with childish rhymes!
cause this
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight
Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
tapped in my hidden power maybe just a little
I felt ultra Instincts maybe just a little
I make the beat set fire to the instrumental
Bounce back when i
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Awe Jedi
You permie in the booth mybroe
You say you gonna make a romantic track today
Whose on the beat
Ultra Violence
Ultra Violence
Ultra Violence
direction
Before I leave you paralyzed
Grab yo heat and utilize
Brutalize and Pulverize
Where you from?
What you reppin?
In these streets
Don't get caught
to sleep
I said Hey Mr DJ lay down a Beat for me'
for I have Rhymes to spit
and no Place to be
I love it
I love it
don't you know that
Energy flows
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
his arms
Beat the motherfucker with the bloody ends
Who it is? BOODANG
Pulverize the fucking beat
Put your body in a presser
Fresh squeezed guts
and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this sh-
I'm coming to get that quarter back
Like
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
Well I don't just do the beat box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
together
Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singing by Miss Vinia
He he hm
Still up, is a boy king Gzain
You know how we do this shit bro
(Oh oh)
Let me fuck this beats up
You hear me now (ah ah)
You know we gatta
like them man, run like them and
Shine has never looked so vivid
Knowing when it rise we in it
Had to realize that the time was ticking
Heart beat going
fans, já mám ultras
Voni zkoušej rap, mě živí hudba
Mám kulomet, každý slovo je jak kulka
Tvůj homo zpěv zní, jak kdyby sis usral
Smack One je momentálně
wanna Goldie Lookin' Chain reaction
Hussain's ripping it up, Y2K style plus two, innit
Like Lillets, or Always Ultra with Wings, we're the Goldie
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
the moment, Yea
(Sheezy beat right now)
That's right baby
That's my daughter by the way
I go by the name
Richie Vacca
And I-am-Ultra
I come through
Wit the one
all perfect timing
Every line is hypnotizing
It's too late to recognize it
Couldn't tell that I was Aizen
Beat em down, pulverize em
Cuz I'm never
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