| Song | Yo Black |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
| Album | The Four Horsemen |
| 作词 : Ultramagnetic MC's | |
| Bobbito's in the house! | |
| I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit | |
| Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin | |
| All this la-la-la and this, | |
| TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit | |
| I'm not with that.. | |
| Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, | |
| Rhythm X -- the man | |
| I'ma show you how to get wreck | |
| The right way, not the wrong way | |
| Watch me when | |
| I do this, pay attention | |
| Check it out | |
| Shut up! Step back! | |
| That picky-packy-wacky rap | |
| Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with | |
| In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss | |
| I come walk in your show like | |
| David Berkowitz | |
| Make you think you swimmin like that homey | |
| Mark Spitz | |
| How can you put up a fox, against an | |
| ALLIGATOR | |
| I chew your crew one by one, like a | |
| Now or Later | |
| I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white | |
| Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight | |
| I wreck shop like | |
| Rock the Ricky | |
| Wrecka Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother | |
| I make MC's go, "Heyy hoe heyy hoe" | |
| Look at me now, whassup? | |
| HEY JOE! You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood | |
| Perpetratin wild when you're comin from | |
| NO hood I wipe your style like doo doo, when | |
| I beat ya | |
| Treat ya like an old | |
| Bible rhyme in school, teach ya | |
| Like my son, did your mother tell you? | |
| Pee pee's on the rise, why the | |
| X gotta smell you? | |
| You know me, | |
| I know you, you droppin lyrics on the record that's spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back | |
| I rock styles on top, another | |
| Funky child | |
| I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile | |
| You better go off and think, cause | |
| I'm your father | |
| Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (5X) | |
| Check it! | |
| One two, you don't wanna step to crazy psycho patient from the | |
| Bronx, comin at you | |
| I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex | |
| Bust my style, get wild, flow like | |
| Rhythm X People know they wack, in fact, | |
| I'm comin back black | |
| Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out | |
| You say you good with the mic, man | |
| I wonder why | |
| You think | |
| I'm sleepin? | |
| But y'all was gone beddy-bye | |
| Rappers on my | |
| D-head, quick to stick in | |
| New York Everywhere | |
| I go hoe, never ridin | |
| I walk You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis | |
| B I ride a rhyme to | |
| Mars, and go to | |
| Venus see | |
| Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out | |
| Monday Tuesday | |
| Wednesday | |
| Thursday Friday whole week out | |
| Check it, watch it, back up, slow down | |
| The same way you blow up, | |
| I make a rapper go down | |
| I make you quit rap, and try to get with | |
| Bobby Brown | |
| Slide and glide, | |
| Boogie Down like | |
| James Brown | |
| Never will | |
| I say I, watch me when | |
| I do that | |
| When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?" | |
| I know my tongue is long just like a lizard | |
| Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard | |
| I know you breakin your neck, to hear the | |
| X stuff Back to burn, yo | |
| Sam, yo ain't the | |
| X rough I look at millions of groups and tell em get back | |
| Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (4X) | |
| Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors | |
| You rappers been played like suede | |
| Puma's, yo bust it | |
| I kick a style so rugged, they're makin ? wet | |
| Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet | |
| Never will | |
| I stop it, got the target on your anus | |
| Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as | |
| I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be | |
| I make you cry kid, cover your face to me | |
| I'm not the one, fairy tale like | |
| Patti LaBelle | |
| My job is easy when | |
| I'm draggin em down to hell | |
| You know my story when | |
| I'm throwin you off the cliff | |
| Them jelly rhymes on the table with | |
| Skippy and | |
| Jif I see these suckers better find another game plan | |
| I never heard of you stupid! | |
| What's your name man? | |
| Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald | |
| B Jump on my tip, when you're takin a fall | |
| G You see the style is mine, but can the | |
| X flow? I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show | |
| Kick it when | |
| I feel it, the | |
| X style reveal it | |
| Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track | |
| I give you more than some comp, | |
| I give you no | |
| SLACK People know | |
| I wreck, did that kid - get the message? | |
| I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum | |
| Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (8X) |
| zuò cí : Ultramagnetic MC' s | |
| Bobbito' s in the house! | |
| I gotta say one thing, y' all been great playin the real shit | |
| Y' know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin | |
| All this lalala and this, | |
| TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit | |
| I' m not with that.. | |
| Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, | |
| Rhythm X the man | |
| I' ma show you how to get wreck | |
| The right way, not the wrong way | |
| Watch me when | |
| I do this, pay attention | |
| Check it out | |
| Shut up! Step back! | |
| That pickypackywacky rap | |
| Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with | |
| In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss | |
| I come walk in your show like | |
| David Berkowitz | |
| Make you think you swimmin like that homey | |
| Mark Spitz | |
| How can you put up a fox, against an | |
| ALLIGATOR | |
| I chew your crew one by one, like a | |
| Now or Later | |
| I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white | |
| Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight | |
| I wreck shop like | |
| Rock the Ricky | |
| Wrecka Crusha, stompa, nother, brother | |
| I make MC' s go, " Heyy hoe heyy hoe" | |
| Look at me now, whassup? | |
| HEY JOE! You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood | |
| Perpetratin wild when you' re comin from | |
| NO hood I wipe your style like doo doo, when | |
| I beat ya | |
| Treat ya like an old | |
| Bible rhyme in school, teach ya | |
| Like my son, did your mother tell you? | |
| Pee pee' s on the rise, why the | |
| X gotta smell you? | |
| You know me, | |
| I know you, you droppin lyrics on the record that' s spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back | |
| I rock styles on top, another | |
| Funky child | |
| I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile | |
| You better go off and think, cause | |
| I' m your father | |
| Yo black, go back, step back, you' re wack 5X | |
| Check it! | |
| One two, you don' t wanna step to crazy psycho patient from the | |
| Bronx, comin at you | |
| I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex | |
| Bust my style, get wild, flow like | |
| Rhythm X People know they wack, in fact, | |
| I' m comin back black | |
| Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out | |
| You say you good with the mic, man | |
| I wonder why | |
| You think | |
| I' m sleepin? | |
| But y' all was gone beddybye | |
| Rappers on my | |
| Dhead, quick to stick in | |
| New York Everywhere | |
| I go hoe, never ridin | |
| I walk You think you fly and don' t try, yo lick the penis | |
| B I ride a rhyme to | |
| Mars, and go to | |
| Venus see | |
| Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out | |
| Monday Tuesday | |
| Wednesday | |
| Thursday Friday whole week out | |
| Check it, watch it, back up, slow down | |
| The same way you blow up, | |
| I make a rapper go down | |
| I make you quit rap, and try to get with | |
| Bobby Brown | |
| Slide and glide, | |
| Boogie Down like | |
| James Brown | |
| Never will | |
| I say I, watch me when | |
| I do that | |
| When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say " Who dat?" | |
| I know my tongue is long just like a lizard | |
| Can you drop the mic respect the funk wizard | |
| I know you breakin your neck, to hear the | |
| X stuff Back to burn, yo | |
| Sam, yo ain' t the | |
| X rough I look at millions of groups and tell em get back | |
| Yo black, go back, step back, you' re wack 4X | |
| Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors | |
| You rappers been played like suede | |
| Puma' s, yo bust it | |
| I kick a style so rugged, they' re makin ? wet | |
| Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet | |
| Never will | |
| I stop it, got the target on your anus | |
| Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as | |
| I rock, you can' t, this ain' t your place to be | |
| I make you cry kid, cover your face to me | |
| I' m not the one, fairy tale like | |
| Patti LaBelle | |
| My job is easy when | |
| I' m draggin em down to hell | |
| You know my story when | |
| I' m throwin you off the cliff | |
| Them jelly rhymes on the table with | |
| Skippy and | |
| Jif I see these suckers better find another game plan | |
| I never heard of you stupid! | |
| What' s your name man? | |
| Don' t try to come back, we cut your hair bald | |
| B Jump on my tip, when you' re takin a fall | |
| G You see the style is mine, but can the | |
| X flow? I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show | |
| Kick it when | |
| I feel it, the | |
| X style reveal it | |
| Don' t try the " beebeebo" flow, rap on no track | |
| I give you more than some comp, | |
| I give you no | |
| SLACK People know | |
| I wreck, did that kid get the message? | |
| I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum | |
| Yo black, go back, step back, you' re wack 8X |