Saukrates, Heltah Skeltah - Ultimate Rush lyrics

The Ultimate MC Rush

Hi, Alcatraz 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
Please, 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 the Ultimate MC Rush
The Ultimate MC Rush the Ultimate MC Rush

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 shit's 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

The Ultimate MC Rush the Ultimate MC Rush
The Ultimate MC Rush the Ultimate MC Rush

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

The Ultimate MC Rush the Ultimate MC Rush
The Ultimate MC Rush the Ultimate MC Rush