Ultramagnetic MC’s - See the Man on the Street lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s - See the Man on the Street lyrics]
Yo Don! I got a white mask
A black cape, two pair of silver gloves
And nobody know who I am
I will not take my mask off to reveal
Check it out but I'ma drop lyrics
You know what? Hit it
Yo niggas wanna get in the backdoor
But fuck it rappers can't rap a lick
Chompin on other dick i gotta do this for X
And make them brothers quit
Don't try that sissy shit
That gettin busy shit
I bang a nail up in your
Dooty hole and booty quick
Rappers know me, I'm bugged
I chop your ass right
Take that body and bag it
Then I'm out of sight
I got the FBI, not the FOI
Tryin to find the design
And take what underline
The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax
People they know, I'm out the hospital
Cold buggin and illin like Dr doolittle
You better walk up the street
Now look around black
See that man on the street
Who's at the corner yea
Back to hell to the graveyard
With fog on the street
You see the Ghostrider homepiss
I walk down on your block and see you sleepin
Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up
Yea yea down with the X, I'm at the basement
Got the body and bag, up on the pavement
Cement I went, just hid em in the vent
I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out
Before the cops came, I cleaned the blood up
I called detectives in town
And said yo whattup
I wasn't home - somebody's in my house
I took them rappers back out
Up in a pickup truck
Think I'd tell on myself?
See that man on the street
Who's at the corner yea
Yeah i'm not gon' reveal myself
Still standing here with this black cape on
White gloves, these big silver boots
Ain't nobody notice how I fly, how high
So I'll see you on the next issue
Catch me at the Forbidden Planet
A black cape, two pair of silver gloves
And nobody know who I am
I will not take my mask off to reveal
Check it out but I'ma drop lyrics
You know what? Hit it
Yo niggas wanna get in the backdoor
But fuck it rappers can't rap a lick
Chompin on other dick i gotta do this for X
And make them brothers quit
Don't try that sissy shit
That gettin busy shit
I bang a nail up in your
Dooty hole and booty quick
Rappers know me, I'm bugged
I chop your ass right
Take that body and bag it
Then I'm out of sight
I got the FBI, not the FOI
Tryin to find the design
And take what underline
The pure facts on the stupid wicked wax
People they know, I'm out the hospital
Cold buggin and illin like Dr doolittle
You better walk up the street
Now look around black
See that man on the street
Who's at the corner yea
Back to hell to the graveyard
With fog on the street
You see the Ghostrider homepiss
I walk down on your block and see you sleepin
Cold jump in your bed, and fuck you up
Yea yea down with the X, I'm at the basement
Got the body and bag, up on the pavement
Cement I went, just hid em in the vent
I put the rappers upstairs and let em air out
Before the cops came, I cleaned the blood up
I called detectives in town
And said yo whattup
I wasn't home - somebody's in my house
I took them rappers back out
Up in a pickup truck
Think I'd tell on myself?
See that man on the street
Who's at the corner yea
Yeah i'm not gon' reveal myself
Still standing here with this black cape on
White gloves, these big silver boots
Ain't nobody notice how I fly, how high
So I'll see you on the next issue
Catch me at the Forbidden Planet