Saukrates - Ultimate MC lyrics

"The-the Ultimate MC, what?" [Rock] Ha, Al Catraz, who that, some call him Rock Yo, one shot'll make you Jump like House of Pain or Kriss Kross Playin hopscotch, I got the mach' baby Even when I was small, I still hit crazy hard like a 3-80 And I hate these fakin MC's, please Flee or your temperature drop more degrees Then a five presenter dressed in a young a** jacket In the winter, wit no independent casket for this rap sh** [Ruck] Behold the pale horse, I see d**h in your future Wit thoughts connect, it's best to step 'fore I shoot ya Back in the days, I knew Ruck would Ruck Couldn't wait that long so I jacked Michael J. Fox Since the d**h of the Delorian, I been best performin in Coliseum and stadiums, holdin the war palladiums Ain't no funny vibe from this 25 year old Ultimate MC, test me if you hold "The-the Ultimate MC, what?" (4X) "The-the Ultimate" [Saukrates] Chemistratin street ruckus wit my nouns and verbs Hated the real muthaf**as wit a thirst for words Meditate wit me dude, alone in my own zone Come and get high, my sh**'s homegrown Bionic, hydroponics, I rap til I'm blue like Sonic Deliveries, monotonic, but my style's octophonic I hate to say, but you weak and your styles prosaic, man If rhymin was fightin, I be Tyson And all ya n***as better think, cuz right now ya runnin wit sphinx Cuz you're weak son, I take my time to teach one Of the meet one's, or reach one Illamatic rap addict, on some d**h of Caesar dramatics It's never fluke yo, so don't panic You can go to any other planet, and any weather you can run But can't run forever, so whatever "The-the Ultimate MC, what?" (4X) "The-the Ultimate" [Saukrates] (Feelin it, ya n***as give a peep, in my man*script) I'm the muthaf**in pimp, the microphone is my b-i-itch And you the John about to make a n***a r-i-ich Now get wit this, funk arithmetic If you outside make a sw-i-itch, and step inside the ab-y-yss n***a come ill, don't tr-i-ip, say it again You the John about to make this n***a r-i-ich Man, my finger pump it, hard to res-i-ist Find you nitch, n***a, hold that, my trigga finger start to i-i-itch (Diggin your ditch) Yea I'm on the mound wit a butane fireball Better duck the wild p-i-itch, I'm sick wit it You will never fly, you're a ostr-i-ich Uh, be on ya back like a rash, I'm the i-i-ish Bank is, bank is closed, for my skrilla for the n-n-ni, rip-rip it "The-the Ultimate MC, what?" (4X) "The-the Ultimate"