Saukrates – Ultimate Rush lyrics

The*Ultimate mc Rush" (Rock)

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 a jacketit In
the winter boy Don't
end up in a casket for this rap s tit(Ruck).

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 [Chorus

]:The
ultimate mc rush (X4) (Saukrates)

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
s 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 n s****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 Chorus.

X4 (Singing)

You'll
admit Y'all
n s****can't compete With
my manuscript (Saukrates)

I'm
the muthafuckin pimp the microphone is my bi-i-itch And
you the john about to make a n anusri-i-ich Now
get with this funk arithmetic If
you outside make a swi-i-itch And
step inside the aby-y-ys N
anuscome ill don't, tri-i-ip Say
it again You
the john about to make this n anusri-i-ich Man
my, finger puppet hard to resi-i-ist Find
your niche n, anushold that My
trigger finger starts to i-i-itch (Singing)

Digging
your ditch (Saukrates)

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 Chorus?

X4