Ultramagnetic Mc's - You Ain't sh** lyrics

[Kool Keith] It's been a while, f** it I flex, Rhythm X Can flow yo, turn the mic on pro And watch me go, flaunt the style, rhythm I give 'em Never be with 'em, stop 'em out but I hit 'em One time, bust it with one rhyme Motherfukin danger, talkin to me rap ranger I get swift, prepare for the next man And you can't handle, look out for the X-Man Cause I get mad, take your mic and perform See you're f**in with heat black I'm lyrically warm A form of Storm, of lyrical lightning While you keep bitin'en, but I keep brightening But you can't see the X style is frightening Connectin often, brains go in spherical While you make whack rhymes, your records are miracles SMASH~! Record company trash Sign a bullsh** act, you need a foot in your a** Boom bap, bash and crash, motherf**ers I mash Keepin up on the ba** Step to pep, I gotta boost the rep And get rugged and raw, back to run and shift But you need a ride cause your brain need a lift Four blocks away you hear the drums compel Not a popout star perpetratin from hell YOU AIN'T sh*t! [Ced Gee] Yeah motherf**er, YOU AIN'T sh*t! Yeah wha**up, wha**up, YOU AIN'T sh*t! Step to me, c'mon! YOU AIN'T sh*t! YEAHHH, like this [Tim Dog] You ain't sh**, motherf**er rhymes are packed in Just like La**ie with an a** full of fleas Please, and put on your motherf**in collar I'm a 50, you're a bullsh** dollar Tryin to get busy like you're nice in freestyle But I get buckwild and rape you like a child Now your whole a** is out Walkin bu*tnaked and have no record Take off the motherf**in handle Let me see you bawl that head, you only fight in bed Track the distortion, you've grown out proportion Like a b**h and her baby I put you up for abortion But caution, you're illegit and counterfeit So stop the bullsh**, it's all irrelevant Tim Dog's the preacher, my rhymes'll reach ya Beat ya, teach ya, feature, seizure have a feature first While I'mma crash and crash Smash and smash, dash and dash Mash and mash, slash and slash And throw your a** in the God damn trash I'm Tim Dog, asiatic, acrobatic Too much static the 9 is automatic Rappers wanna hang and swear they can get loot But with Tim Dog you got much to improve YOU AIN'T sh*t! Yeah, all you motherf**ers out there, YOU AIN'T sh*t~! Yeah, that's what we tryin to tell y'all whack motherf**ers YOU AIN'T sh*t! Yeah, yeah these happy motherf**ers out here YOU AIN'T sh*t! Aiyyo Kool Keith, man drop some science on the pussies [Kool Keith] As I mark with the X, chapter one I feed f**in lyrical hypeness, mind of a double man A motion picture, fiend from the trouble man MC's who watch me, you're live in 3D While I go rhyme, cut a single and CD LP, step away with the whack sh** Cause I do things in the form of a prophet While you backstep and think your brain can stop it Look at the steel doors, rhymes are rocks Each time I flow you stick your hand to the box As you bite and borrow, say a rhyme on tomorrow Give me a pound and walk away like you're Rollo Sanford & Son, comin out with that junk style But I ain't with that, that crocodile punch style Lyrically faster, strikes of the master f**in with brain farms, my style it has to Flow on smoothly, reflect and groom me But I'm not God and my fans don't boo me Around the clock, state to state, f** it you wait Yeah, while your brains debate I move once, twice, three times or four And let an R&B rapper come settle the score You ain't sh** [Interlude] Yeah that's right boy, c'mon You ain't sh**, know what that means C'mon, c'mon, you ain't sh** They don't want none man, old school large boy You ain't sh**! Aiyyo Ced, get with it [Ced Gee] You ain't sh**, you're like a stain in my drawers Battle me is some sh** that crawls and Leaps out the side of my baby's little diaper You think you can rhyme but Ced Gee rhymes hyper Faster, smoother, and even more clever than Watch me I'm mad now, so step up get buried in My metaphor twister, rhymes that's dazin To me you're a kid so, come and get raised in South Bronx, New York, you might learn a thing or too Where rap stands tall and, the artists are true and blue Like me and Kool Keith, Tim Dog, TR Love Moe Love in Brooklyn, Ultra we stay above The other groups or rappers that's so low You steppin to us, you get crushed up like bolo Rhymes that's whipped up, with all tongue twisters We're stickin you so slow, come on get zipped up bu*toned up hyper, Ced Gee is pier piper My music you like-a, I'm twice as nice ah The ultimate, fully equipped, the mic I grip Cause you ain't sh**! {*beat and ad libs to end*}