Ultramagnetic MC’s - Bust the Facts lyrics

A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
You're listening to the sounds of the
Best MC in the world, kool Keith

I got a flyer in my hand
Bambaataa with Cold Crush
The place is packed
With Johnny Wa and Rayvon
Lovely ladies smelling sweet with
A lot of Avon
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me
Flash and Theodore, super cuts sublime me
"Catch a Groove" is the rhythm
Spinning back and forth
From the East and the Valley
Swinging back up North
Towards the South Bronx
To Cedar Park and Webster
The speakers are pumping
Power bass is thumping
With the Ultra mega amp


Keeping pep up jumping from side to side
The double meters have peaked
They had some good MC's
A lot of them they was weak
They had no style with no metaphor
No voice to speak
Melle Mel had the best rhymes
Ranking with Caz kool Moe tried to get down
But I made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness
You bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Seven years later toy you still crusty crust
Your old rhymes are rust
Very dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're
Kicking power and musty get out of my way
And let the rhythm path roll
Let me run up the charts
Freak a rhyme turn gold
While you're listening
I throw a buzz in your ear bust the facts!
Go swing a partner around, dosey dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the rosie
The party you pay see, Kool Herc with Jay Cee
The Herculoids battle, The Disco Twins
Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the DJ spins
For the L Brothers
Stepping right in the scene
Mean Gene was maxing, Rockin Rob went to work
While the tables would turn
The old needles used to jerk
With the belt drive, Technics and B-1's
With the orange light shining
The red on D-1's direct drive and Nova
I'm chilling with GLOBE
Mr biggs and Pow Wow, Monk and Superman
Pulling out that Olde E
That funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
Red Alert in the booth
The T-Connection to mix
Silly rabbit you know my style has tricks
To go on, to the next line
To the break of dawn
While I move up step, to the early early morn
With a Hip-Hop drink and some rhyme popcorn
Never smoking or sniffing or
Ever joking or riffing
Because it's time to plex more
And rhyme fantastic
Dota-Rock and Whipper Whip
Neither rapper was plastic
Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To stretch out a rhyme
And make it double elastic
You learn new jack, step back and be wack
You know what time it is boy
And every mic I smoke bust the facts!
Later on at the Boys Club, while time excel
I got a name for your brain
That surely rings a bell
Patti Duke had the nice hands
Swift with Billy Boy
Playing James Brown records
You stupid you silly boy
Bongo Rocking, hard where the rhythm go
You fake and pass, Busy Bee give and go
To the AJ Skratch, a funky beat that matched
With a two-second break
That was hard to catch
DST was mixing, slicing with his elbows
Freaking the wheels, looping rhymes
Here we go
To the master faster, speed up and go faster
Turn my JVC to mega power and blast a
Mario tape, yes The Disco King
Where the beats had the funky drums
No new jack swing
Happy rappers with polka dots
Were bound to get stuck
You had the Zulus the Nine Crew
You're pushing your luck
The Casanovas was maxing all scheming to duck
You had The Black Spades
Plus The Savage Skulls
Gangbanging was over, neither crews exist
They got a job and a wife
A pretty woman to kiss
So on the rhymes kept rolling
Straight up into disco
Eddie Cheeba with Sweet G
And back up to Cisco
Afrika Islam, with the Great Love Squids
Spinning high-top beats, can you check it
You dig
Kool Keith out smoking, my lyrics are hot
Bust the facts!