Ultra - NYC Street Corner Battle lyrics

Yo man, yo B, this is my fuckin block
Get the fuck off

You never had a fuckin green
Card in your fuckin life
You don't any means to make fuckin money

Here we go with some new shit
Fuck the bullshit
Bronx niggas rule shit, cause
We always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you know whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what
Now shut 'em up
Mad niggas wanna have this, murderous status
I'm known as the
Motherfuckin rhymin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, cause terror
Could niggas fuck with this? Never
But however many foes try to apprehend
They can't comprehend
Cause when they step to me they don't win
I bend, break MC's who fake the funk
Leavin wack rappers in the back of my truck
Then eat some rat poison and
I drink some ammonia
Came out bein that gastric felonious
Serial killer, that you know, as Kujo
Fuck around with Dog and get
Slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney
You can't get wit me
I wanna see that nigga from Uptown
Who bit me
Bitin, never writin, that's not excitin
I'm invitin
All y'all suckers who like fightin
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your weapon
No it's not rainin but
You still gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass like a Savage
I'm Randy niggas don't want no beef cause
I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit
It spells act like you know

Well I thought you knew motherfuckers
Now take a second while I
Reveal myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I defeat the claim to be sweet
By keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have
Them tactics to turn fake rappers
And crack addicts
Tell the weak hit from my bomb shit
O-o-o oh! Damn, no stress or contest
The impossible
I stand on top of them, no doubt about it
I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry track I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You can't fuck with us
Known for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk like bustaz
So what you gonna do?
I address, I'm better than fresh
Mo' potent than stress, now try to test
Nigga!

Yeah fuck y'all motherfuckers who
Need y'all whole album
To prove you got skills, suck this

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up
Move they wagons my style like Bruce Lee
MC's walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald head super sharp
I walk like Telly Savalas
Niggas on a tightrope
They style is off balance
Hyper mental like Larry Davis
On the instrumental rappers actin poodle
But I'mma drop the kennel
No threats don't sleep on me
You slept on Bernard Goetz
With a Berkowitz twist
Your projects heard of this
My unique style retarded, kids smell the piss
With hand grenades I cut your
Rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please
Gorillas bleedin through they knees
My style werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open your door
See you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, open your mailbox
Don't look for guns
I paid some crackheads for yo' Glocks
Your style bareback, lion tiger asscrack
No need to worry low prices
Call me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and
Send that brain to Betty
I'm outtie five thousand eight