Song | Ain't It Good to You |
Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
Album | Critical Beatdown |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Miller, Thornton | |
I'm like cato, my rhyme's the green hornet | |
You know you want it, rappers get up on it | |
I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan | |
The world's my area | |
Dance interior, fresh interior decorated | |
A painted wall with rhymes | |
That glow and show the biter slow reciter | |
Up who mighta tried to copy this style | |
Or change their ways, to wonder if you can | |
Take me out, on the microphone | |
I'm strong like benzine, i kill a fiend | |
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline | |
Out, i use exxon | |
And any rappers wack, my mind checks on | |
Meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines | |
Now i'm ready to roll | |
On you and him, your whole crew | |
Let's film it, now take two | |
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star | |
Thoughtless, when i take you far | |
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece | |
In the hemisphere, now you're lost on jupiter | |
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider | |
Tryin to think, where you're goin | |
On other planets, rhymes are flowin | |
Through the milky way, quicker than warp speed | |
Brains i feed with heatable rays | |
Ain't it good to you? | |
[ced gee] | |
I'm a wise man, prophet of the bible | |
You wanna try me, then i'm liable | |
To go and flow and show, don't you know | |
Edgar allan poe, could not write like this | |
Mysteries, with a twist | |
And i insist, to uplift my metaphor | |
Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore | |
For, you and him | |
I kill a rapper, then begin | |
To wrote and smoke you're chokin then provoke | |
The joke the most, and walk around like notes | |
Programmed, you're equal to a dummy | |
Them want rhyme? you do summies | |
Backwards, forwards, sideways | |
Anyway, i say hold it | |
Now you're in space, plus you're folded | |
Up, like molecules of matter | |
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a | |
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate | |
The brain cells, i have ate | |
Scraped, soak em in solutions | |
Like benzine, iodine producin | |
Student of cee's, tryin to be, just like me | |
Ced gee, the ultramagnetic | |
A scientist, skilled with knowledge | |
Once a god, years of college | |
Accumulated, my wisdom and wit | |
Thoughts float, ideas are legit | |
To fit, the rhythm of the tempo | |
Also, the music more so | |
Have to move groove soothe and lose you | |
Now ain't it good to you? | |
[kool keith] | |
Once again my rhyme blows up enemies | |
Wack mc's, across the nation on rotation | |
You get the hype at the station | |
Promotion, i put your brain in slow motion | |
Like lotion, and let it float in the ocean | |
Then i drown it, your brain begins to bubble | |
I bring trouble, hang with barney rubble | |
In bedrock, and watch another head rock | |
Go through west to washington and ced block | |
The avenue, passin you, bashin you | |
In your face, rhymes are crashin you | |
On the chrome dome, swellin your astrodome | |
You're in an ambulance, i'm takin you home | |
To complete the ways i'm on a mission | |
I see your balls of clay with x-vision | |
I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak | |
They get dimmer every time i speak | |
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style | |
That copacetically, bugs you out | |
On the mic, kool keith in a spaceship | |
Risin, not followin, plexin | |
Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection | |
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection | |
Brain selection, has protection | |
My reflection, shines | |
Triple times your eye, invisible | |
I get by your brain | |
Now ain't it good to you? | |
[ced gee] | |
Aiyyo keith, how you say? | |
Just another boogie down bronx ultramagnetic sure shot | |
Done at the ultra lab of course | |
Mixed at d&d with my man andy | |
Yo, we outta here |
zuo ci : Miller, Thornton | |
I' m like cato, my rhyme' s the green hornet | |
You know you want it, rappers get up on it | |
I flaunt it, throughout the metropolitan | |
The world' s my area | |
Dance interior, fresh interior decorated | |
A painted wall with rhymes | |
That glow and show the biter slow reciter | |
Up who mighta tried to copy this style | |
Or change their ways, to wonder if you can | |
Take me out, on the microphone | |
I' m strong like benzine, i kill a fiend | |
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline | |
Out, i use exxon | |
And any rappers wack, my mind checks on | |
Meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines | |
Now i' m ready to roll | |
On you and him, your whole crew | |
Let' s film it, now take two | |
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star | |
Thoughtless, when i take you far | |
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece | |
In the hemisphere, now you' re lost on jupiter | |
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider | |
Tryin to think, where you' re goin | |
On other planets, rhymes are flowin | |
Through the milky way, quicker than warp speed | |
Brains i feed with heatable rays | |
Ain' t it good to you? | |
ced gee | |
I' m a wise man, prophet of the bible | |
You wanna try me, then i' m liable | |
To go and flow and show, don' t you know | |
Edgar allan poe, could not write like this | |
Mysteries, with a twist | |
And i insist, to uplift my metaphor | |
Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore | |
For, you and him | |
I kill a rapper, then begin | |
To wrote and smoke you' re chokin then provoke | |
The joke the most, and walk around like notes | |
Programmed, you' re equal to a dummy | |
Them want rhyme? you do summies | |
Backwards, forwards, sideways | |
Anyway, i say hold it | |
Now you' re in space, plus you' re folded | |
Up, like molecules of matter | |
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a | |
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate | |
The brain cells, i have ate | |
Scraped, soak em in solutions | |
Like benzine, iodine producin | |
Student of cee' s, tryin to be, just like me | |
Ced gee, the ultramagnetic | |
A scientist, skilled with knowledge | |
Once a god, years of college | |
Accumulated, my wisdom and wit | |
Thoughts float, ideas are legit | |
To fit, the rhythm of the tempo | |
Also, the music more so | |
Have to move groove soothe and lose you | |
Now ain' t it good to you? | |
kool keith | |
Once again my rhyme blows up enemies | |
Wack mc' s, across the nation on rotation | |
You get the hype at the station | |
Promotion, i put your brain in slow motion | |
Like lotion, and let it float in the ocean | |
Then i drown it, your brain begins to bubble | |
I bring trouble, hang with barney rubble | |
In bedrock, and watch another head rock | |
Go through west to washington and ced block | |
The avenue, passin you, bashin you | |
In your face, rhymes are crashin you | |
On the chrome dome, swellin your astrodome | |
You' re in an ambulance, i' m takin you home | |
To complete the ways i' m on a mission | |
I see your balls of clay with xvision | |
I' m a scientist, your satellites are weak | |
They get dimmer every time i speak | |
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style | |
That copacetically, bugs you out | |
On the mic, kool keith in a spaceship | |
Risin, not followin, plexin | |
Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection | |
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection | |
Brain selection, has protection | |
My reflection, shines | |
Triple times your eye, invisible | |
I get by your brain | |
Now ain' t it good to you? | |
ced gee | |
Aiyyo keith, how you say? | |
Just another boogie down bronx ultramagnetic sure shot | |
Done at the ultra lab of course | |
Mixed at d d with my man andy | |
Yo, we outta here |
zuò cí : Miller, Thornton | |
I' m like cato, my rhyme' s the green hornet | |
You know you want it, rappers get up on it | |
I flaunt it, throughout the metropolitan | |
The world' s my area | |
Dance interior, fresh interior decorated | |
A painted wall with rhymes | |
That glow and show the biter slow reciter | |
Up who mighta tried to copy this style | |
Or change their ways, to wonder if you can | |
Take me out, on the microphone | |
I' m strong like benzine, i kill a fiend | |
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline | |
Out, i use exxon | |
And any rappers wack, my mind checks on | |
Meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines | |
Now i' m ready to roll | |
On you and him, your whole crew | |
Let' s film it, now take two | |
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star | |
Thoughtless, when i take you far | |
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece | |
In the hemisphere, now you' re lost on jupiter | |
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider | |
Tryin to think, where you' re goin | |
On other planets, rhymes are flowin | |
Through the milky way, quicker than warp speed | |
Brains i feed with heatable rays | |
Ain' t it good to you? | |
ced gee | |
I' m a wise man, prophet of the bible | |
You wanna try me, then i' m liable | |
To go and flow and show, don' t you know | |
Edgar allan poe, could not write like this | |
Mysteries, with a twist | |
And i insist, to uplift my metaphor | |
Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore | |
For, you and him | |
I kill a rapper, then begin | |
To wrote and smoke you' re chokin then provoke | |
The joke the most, and walk around like notes | |
Programmed, you' re equal to a dummy | |
Them want rhyme? you do summies | |
Backwards, forwards, sideways | |
Anyway, i say hold it | |
Now you' re in space, plus you' re folded | |
Up, like molecules of matter | |
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a | |
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate | |
The brain cells, i have ate | |
Scraped, soak em in solutions | |
Like benzine, iodine producin | |
Student of cee' s, tryin to be, just like me | |
Ced gee, the ultramagnetic | |
A scientist, skilled with knowledge | |
Once a god, years of college | |
Accumulated, my wisdom and wit | |
Thoughts float, ideas are legit | |
To fit, the rhythm of the tempo | |
Also, the music more so | |
Have to move groove soothe and lose you | |
Now ain' t it good to you? | |
kool keith | |
Once again my rhyme blows up enemies | |
Wack mc' s, across the nation on rotation | |
You get the hype at the station | |
Promotion, i put your brain in slow motion | |
Like lotion, and let it float in the ocean | |
Then i drown it, your brain begins to bubble | |
I bring trouble, hang with barney rubble | |
In bedrock, and watch another head rock | |
Go through west to washington and ced block | |
The avenue, passin you, bashin you | |
In your face, rhymes are crashin you | |
On the chrome dome, swellin your astrodome | |
You' re in an ambulance, i' m takin you home | |
To complete the ways i' m on a mission | |
I see your balls of clay with xvision | |
I' m a scientist, your satellites are weak | |
They get dimmer every time i speak | |
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style | |
That copacetically, bugs you out | |
On the mic, kool keith in a spaceship | |
Risin, not followin, plexin | |
Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection | |
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection | |
Brain selection, has protection | |
My reflection, shines | |
Triple times your eye, invisible | |
I get by your brain | |
Now ain' t it good to you? | |
ced gee | |
Aiyyo keith, how you say? | |
Just another boogie down bronx ultramagnetic sure shot | |
Done at the ultra lab of course | |
Mixed at d d with my man andy | |
Yo, we outta here |