Tekster:
Ultramagnetic M C S Funk Your Head Up

Friday Saturday's here Where's my money? It ain't funny with a pipe in your face For a fracture, last time the cops smacked ya for hittin your moms and

some super dope hype stuff Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up Confusin your mind like a block or Rubik's

so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock Count the one two three four five I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome I'm just a CHAMPION [

your ear Bust the facts! ("Yes yes y'all..")("Innovative..") ("Let's rock, get bigger..") ("Yes yes y'all..")("Innovative..") ("Let's rock, get bigger..") ("Yes yes y'all..")("Innovative..") ("Let's

'm Al Capone, so what the hell Damn... I jerked three hundred G's I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's And made megabucks, but you never did

and do my physical fitness Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up Pick 'em up pimplehead, pick 'em up

you gotta have a personality I'm talkin class, not a skeezer's mentality Know when to wear your jeans, how to wear your jeans and where to tear your jeans

: I know, and you know That no matter what we done We'd like to tell everybody how we feel about it all And if we've offended anybody in any way We don

rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock Count the one two three four five I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome I'm just a CHAMPION