Текст и слова песни Ultra – Super Luv
[Tamika Jones]
"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
About to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of
One of the most underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the
Words anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words doo-doo and
Pee-pee?"
[Kool Keith]
"Because that's what the whole fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I have other words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
Also.....monkey"
As I strike in your area, shut down close your shops
Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like mildew
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass kicked
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
About to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of
One of the most underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic
MC's. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the
Words anal and rectum? And why do you always use the words doo-doo and
Pee-pee?"
[Kool Keith]
"Because that's what the whole fucking rap industry is.
Besides, I have other words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
Also.....monkey"
As I strike in your area, shut down close your shops
Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
Your style is greasy, so what your hair is nappy peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the two train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nut sacs
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like mildew
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look I'll get your ass kicked
Pistol whupped like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
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