UItra ’88 (Tribute)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, what up, money? (Oh, what up, man?) Yo, man I got this EPMD record from 79, man Erick Sermon's playing the banjo on that shit Yo, that shit is phat man (Oh, word?) Yo, I got that, man (No you don't, man) Yo, man, but I got this cheeseburger, yo, double cheese burger Autographed by Slick Rick man, it's still in the freezer, yo I'ma sell that shit (Yo, you're buggin' B, you're buggin') Yo, yo, yo, but I got this Ultra Mag record from 88, man Nobody heard it (Oh, let me hear that shit) Yo, I got the Walkman, yo, listen to this (Alright) [Verse 1] Kool Keith This one goes out to you Out to Ced Out to Moe Out to Trev Out to lunch Back from brunch Captain Crunch A lovely bowl of cereal Just got jooked by the Grand Imperial Hop on stage, you got stuck in a battle stance Your brain's a pebble, fool, say hi to the avalanche Droppin' a rock on your lyrical dashboard You're poppin' that weak shit and pushing the crash forward No class, quarter pounder, some cheese Twenty piece chicken nuggets and a thousand MCs I eat all of them, guzzle quarts of gasoline You're wearing a skirt, jerking off with the vaseline Cuttin' the coupon, you're reading the funny papers Step to the club, see my face on the elevator Go to the kitchen, I'm hiding in your refrigerator Bombing your brain, and cold step on the detonator A bird with a mustache, two-headed alligator Beautiful donkeys and a dog with no eyes Grabbing the mic, stage covered in fruit flies You're rockin' the Lee suit, thinkin' you're nice You're buggin' out, money: wearing boots in the summertime You try to retaliate by kicking a dumber rhyme You're thinking your smart though, your brain is no Freud Your jams are weak chief, you clockin' the billboard Playing the wall, slap five with Mickey Mouse Kid named Reginald, already the bigger herb You got vocabulary? Step up, pick a word I'm taking you out, and your homeboy Anton Sit in my classroom and fill out a ScanTron Hey you in the back, what's five divided by thirteen? You don't know? Shut up! MC Ultra, MC Ultra, MC Ultra, MCs! [Sample scratched: Ultramagnetic MC's - I'm On] Rearrange your afro