Ego Trippin'

Party peoples, in the place to be

Just for you, it's the Ultramagnetic MC's!

Say what, Peter Piper?

To hell with childish rhymes!

'Cause this jam is just movin'

The crowd is steady groovin'

To a supersonic pace

With highs and stupid bass

With some pep

In the step

'Cause the beat is so funky, the pace is well kept

'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's

Kool Keith!

They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm

That a baby can pick up and join right with them

But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic

Using nursery terms, at least not poetic

On a educated base, intelligent wise

As the record just turn, you learn, plus burn

By the flame of the lyrics which cooks the human brain

Providing overheating knowledge, by means causing pain

Make a migraine headache, your cells start to melt

While the Technics spin, the wax is on the belt

Motivating clockwise, the more you realize

Moe Love's moving steady, by most, we're ever ready

Like a battery, charged, I'm worth the alkaline

Yes, the mystery to solve, so seek and define

These words I've given, extremely knowledge driven

With a Datsun, a Maxima to glide

Yes, the wizard Kool Keith and I'm sportin' my ride

'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's

Ced Gee!

Using frequencies and data, I am approximate

Leaving revolutions turning, emerging chemistry

With the precise implications, achieved adversely

Explorating, demonstrating, ruling, dominating

Igniting, causing friction with nuclear alarms

Seperates competing biters from me, the scientist

As I execute, lyricists, known as predators

Win by strippin' high potents and makin' penicillin

I will surely sort out, and stomp, every pest

Of the rampaging paramedic, potent is my title

To inform other worlds of such, a hellacaust

Quick serve as a purpose, preparing first aid

With medical utensils, the wizard Ced Gee

Is advanced with elevation, astonishing with rhythm

'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's

Moe Love

Kool Keith

Choosing scientific matter, I probe for evidence

Leading melodies, obtaining slight positive beams

Of the average formulation, applied mechanically

Maintainable, this state, expressed by alternating

Microwave frequencies, directly inorganic, operating logically, new developments

Separate, accumulating, ambiguous thoughts

Admitting parts, specify particular words

Volunteer, agitating, ears of parasites

Respond, duplicating, attempting lyricist

Recognize competition in ultimate reality

The general speaker, Corporal Kool Keith

Leaving specimens frozen, near zero degrees

By controlling every germ, a sprayed disinfectant will tranquilize brains and stun competitors

'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's

Ced Gee

That's a basic style of writing, they have no elevation

That an audience respects and gives them an ovation

Yet, they think they're so indebted, using lousy edits

Biting companies beats, too cheap and get the credit

On this scandal type pace, embezzlement wise

Now as my lyrics tell the truth, they're soup, plus juice

And by the force of my rhythm which frees the average mind

Allowing frost, biting rhythm, which can't be re-defined

Gamma rays, planet wise, the more you will despise

Ced-Gee, I'm always ready, at least I'm not confetti

Like a missile, I'm precise to zero in on others

Being launched at twelve degrees to cancel out the others

This rhyme I'm reciting, the words are so exciting

With a DJ on the table, Moe Love is always flying

With a scratch and a cut, then you get up, proceed to move your butts

'Cause we're

Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's Ultra (Magnetic, magnetic)

MC's

Mag-mag-magnetic, magnetic

Mag-mag-magnetic, magnetic

Mag-magnetic, magnetic

Keyboardist Money Mike (Magnetic, magnetic)

Getting busy in the place (Magnetic, magnetic)

Ronnie T is in the place (Mag-magnetic, magnetic, mag-magnetic, magnetic, mag-mag-magnetic, magnetic)

TR Love (Magnetic, magnetic)

Fort Greene Mission Posse (Mag-magnetic, magnetic)

2Love's in the house (Magnetic, magnetic)

To the man, Trent Love (Magnetic, magnetic)

Terry T's in the place (Magnetic, magnetic)

South Bronx (Magnetic, magnetic)

To the girl Chris

Rockwell (Mag-mag-magnetic, magnetic)

To the girl Christine (Magnetic, magnetic)

Brother Kevy Kev (Mag-mag-magnet–)

(Mag-mag-magnet–) Peace

Denise, hello (Magnetic)