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Ultramagnetic MC's - Raise It Up lyrics
Intro: Kool Keith Yeah... yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy And I want some... old hot jazz biscuits With a little bit of that blues butter Bring in the snare Verse One: Kool Keith They never understood, many people were so slow My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X I move around off beat, creatin more styles Showin white boys, other kids my black styles I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace I get slow-er, down in, on in Flowin like I used to be on Critical Beatdown I drop styles on ears the public bite em Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin big words I went to college, I'm even more stupid herb Back on the scene to put a lesson out Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act I get atomic, hypo-galactical Word to mom I'm in my own world Galaxy raised! Powerful Chorus: Raise it up (8X) Verse Two: Ced G Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip Now back in the days and we used to use elevation And then the people said |
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