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*The MC Rush"

(Rock)
Hi

Some him Rock, yo
One make ya jump like House of Pain or Kriss Kross
Playing hop
I got the motts
Even when I was small I get crazy hard like a 380
And I hate these fakin

Flee before temperature drop more degrees
Than a percenter
Dressed in a ass jacket
In the boy
end up in a casket for this rap shit.

(Ruck)
Behold the pale
I see death in future
When connect
Its best to step before I ya
Back in the days I Ruck would rock
Couldn't wait that so I jacked Michael J. Fox
Since the of the DeLorean
I been performing in
Coliseums, and
Holdin in ?more?
Ain't no funny from this 25 year old
Ultimate MC me if ya bold

(Chorus)
The MC rush (X4)

(Saukrates)
Demonstrate on street ruckus with my nouns and
Hated the real mahfuckers with the thirst for
Meditate with me
in my own zone
Come and get
My shits
Bionic,
I rap
Till I'm blue Sonic
Delivery's
But my style rocks the
I to say it
But you're weak and your styles
If rhyming was I'd be Tyson
And all y'all better flee
Cause right now you're running with
Cause weak son
I my time to teach one
Of the meek ones, who one
rap addict
On some death of Caesar
Its never fluke yo, so don't
You go to any other planet
In any you could run
But can't run
So whatever.

X4

(Singing)
You'll
Y'all can't compete
my manuscript

(Saukrates)
I'm the pimp the microphone is my bi-i-itch
And you the john to make a nigga ri-i-ich
Now get with funk arithmetic
If you outside make a
And step the aby-y-ys
come ill, don't tri-i-ip
Say it
You the about to make this nigga ri-i-ich
Man, my finger puppet hard to
Find your niche, nigga hold
My trigger starts to i-i-itch

(Singing)
your ditch

(Saukrates)
I'm on the mound with butane
Better duck the pi-i-itch
I'm sick it
You would fly
You an
Be on your back like a
I'm the
bank is closed
No more scrilla for the
or his kids?

X4