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*The MC Rush"

(Rock)
Hi

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

Flee your temperature drop more degrees
Than a five
in a young ass jacket
In the boy
Don't end up in a casket for rap shit.

(Ruck)
Behold the horse
I see in your future
When thoughts
Its best to before I shoot ya
in the days I knew Ruck would rock
Couldn't wait that so I jacked Michael J. Fox
the death of the DeLorean
I been best in
Coliseums, and
in ?more? palladiums
Ain't no funny from this 25 year old
Ultimate MC me if ya bold

(Chorus)
The ultimate MC (X4)

(Saukrates)
Demonstrate on street ruckus my nouns and verbs
Hated the real with the thirst for words
with me dude
Alone in my own
Come and get
My shits
Bionic,
I rap
Till I'm blue Sonic
Delivery's
But my rocks the phonic
I to say it
But you're weak and styles prosaic
If rhyming was fighting I'd be
And all y'all niggas better
right now you're running with Spinks
Cause weak son
I take my time to one
Of the ones, who reach one
rap addict
On death of Caesar dramatics
Its never fluke yo, so don't
You could go to any other
In any weather you run
But can't run
So whatever.

X4

(Singing)
You'll
Y'all niggas compete
With my

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

(Singing)
your ditch

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

X4