The-the Ultimate MC, what?
[Rock]
Ha, Al Catraz, who that, some call him Rock
Yo, one shot`ll make you Jump like House of Pain or Kriss Kross
Playin hopscotch, I got the mach` baby
Even when I was small, I still hit crazy hard like a 3-80
And I hate these fakin MC`s, please
Flee or your temperature drop more degrees
Then a five presenter dressed in a young ass jacket
In the winter, wit no independent casket for this rap shit
[Ruck]
Behold the pale horse, I see death in your future
Wit thoughts connect, it`s best to step `fore I shoot ya
Back in the days, I knew Ruck would Ruck
Couldn`t wait that long so I jacked Michael J. Fox
Since the death of the Delorian, I been best performin in
Coliseum and stadiums, holdin the war palladiums
Ain`t no funny vibe from this 25 year old
Ultimate MC, test me if you hold
The-the Ultimate MC, what? (4X)
The-the Ultimate
[Saukrates]
Chemistratin street ruckus wit my nouns and verbs
Hated the real muthafuckas wit a thirst for words
Meditate wit me dude, alone in my own zone
Come and get high, my shit`s homegrown
Bionic, hydroponics, I rap til I`m blue like Sonic
Deliveries, monotonic, but my style`s octophonic
I hate to say, but you weak and your styles prosaic, man
If rhymin was fightin, I be Tyson
And all ya niggas better think, cuz right now ya runnin wit sphinx
Cuz you`re weak son, I take my time to teach one
Of the meet one`s, or reach one
Illamatic rap addict, on some death of Caesar dramatics
It`s never fluke yo, so don`t panic
You can go to any other planet, and any weather you can run
But can`t run forever, so whatever
The-the Ultimate MC, what? (4X)
The-the Ultimate
[Saukrates]
(Feelin it, ya niggas give a peep, in my manuscript)
I`m the muthafuckin pimp, the microphone is my b-i-itch
And you the John about to make a nigga r-i-ich
Now get wit this, funk arithmetic
If you outside make a sw-i-itch, and step inside the ab-y-yss
Nigga come ill, don`t tr-i-ip, say it again
You the John about to make this nigga r-i-ich
Man, my finger pump it, hard to res-i-ist
Find you nitch, nigga, hold that, my trigga finger start to i-i-itch
(Diggin your ditch) Yea I`m on the mound wit a butane fireball
Better duck the wild p-i-itch, I`m sick wit it
You will never fly, you`re a ostr-i-ich
Uh, be on ya back like a rash, I`m the i-i-ish
Bank is, bank is closed, for my skrilla for the n-n-ni, rip-rip it
The-the Ultimate MC, what? (4X)
The-the Ultimate
