Ultramagnetic MC’s, Ronnie T - Ego Trippin' (Original 12" Version) lyrics

Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you it's the Ultramagnetic MC's!

Say what, Peter Piper?
To hell with childish rhymes!
'Cause this jam is just movin'
The crowd is steady-groovin'
To a supersonic pace
With highs and stupid bass! With some pep
And the step 'Cause the beat is so funky the
Pace is well kept 'cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's kool Keith!

They use the simple back and forth, the same
Old rhythm
That a baby can pick up, and join
Right with them
But their rhymes are pathetic
They think they copacetic
Using nursery terms, at least not poetic
On a educated base, intelligent wise
As the record just turn, you learn, plus burn
By the flame of the lyrics
Which cooks the human brain
Providing overheating knowledge
By means causing pain
Like a migraine headache
Your cells start to melt
While the Technics spin
The wax is on the felt
Motivating clockwise the more you realize
Moe Love's moving steady, by most
With Everready like a battery, charged
I'm worth the alkaline
Yes the mystery to solve, so seek and define
These words I've given
Extremely knowledge driven
With a Datsun, a Maxima to glide
Yes, the wizard Kool Keith
And I'm sportin' my ride 'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's ced Gee!

Usin' frequencies and data, I am approximate
Leaving revolutions turning
Emerging chemistry
With the precise implications, achieved
Adversely
Explorating, demonstrating, ruling
Dominating
Igniting causing friction with nuclear alarms
Separates competing biters from me
The scientist
As I execute lyricists known as predators
When by strippin' high potents
And makin' penicillins
I will surely sort out, and stomp, every pest
Of the rampaging paramedic
Potent is my title
To inform other worlds of such, a hellacaust
Quick serve as a purpose, preparing first aid
With medical utensils, the wizard, Ced-Gee
Is advanced with elevation
Astonishing with rhythm 'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's moe Love!

Kool Keith!

Through the scientific matter I
Probe for evidence
Leading melodies obtaining slight
Positive beams of the average formulation
Apply mechanically
Maintainable display expressed by alternate
Microwave frequencies, directly inorganic
Operating logically, new developments
Separate, accumulating ambiguous thoughts
Admitting parts, specify particular words
Volunteer, agitating ears of parasites
Respond, duplicating, attempting lyricists
Like a notch competition and ultimate reality
The general speaker, Corporal Kool Keith
Leaving specimens frozen near zero degrees
By controlling every germ
And spraying disinfectant
With tranquillized brains and
Stunned competitors 'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's ced Gee!

Ever basic style of writing
They have no elevation
That their audience respects and
Gives them an ovation
Yet they think they’re so inventive
Using lousy edit's
Biting companies' beats, too cheap
And get the credit
On the scandal type base, embezzlement-wise
Now as my lyrics tell the truth
They'll sue plus juice
And by the force of my rhythm
Which freezes the average man
Allow a force fightin' rhythm
Which can’t be redefined
Gamma ray, planet-wise
No more you will despise
Ced Gee, I’m always ready
At least I’m not confetti
Like a missile I’m precise
To zero-in on others
Bein’ to cancel out the others
This rhyme I’m reciting
The words are so exciting
With the DJ on the table
Moe Luv is always frying with a scratch
And a cut then you get up
Proceed to move your butts 'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
Ultra (Magnetic, Magnetic) MC's
(Magnetic, Magnetic, Magnetic, Magnetic)

(Magnetic, Magnetic) keyboard is Money Mike
(Magnetic, Magnetic)
Keepin busy in the place
(Magnetic, Magnetic)
Ronnie T is in the place
(Magnetic, Magnetic, Magnetic, Magnetic)
(Magnetic, Magnetic) tR Love
(Magnetic, Magnetic)
Fort Greene Mission Posse
(Magnetic, Magnetic) 2Love's in the house
(Magnetic, Magnetic) to the man, Trent Love
(Magnetic, Magnetic) terry T's in the place
(Magnetic, Magnetic) south Bronx
(Magnetic, Magnetic)
To the girl Chris (Rockwell)
(Magnetic, Magnetic) to the girl Christine
(Magnetic, Magnetic) brother Kevy Kev
(Magnetic, Magnetic) peace
Denise, hello (Magnetic)