Ultramagnetic MC’s – Give the Drummer Some Lyrics
Artist: Ultramagnetic MC’s
Song: Give the Drummer Some
One two, one two
Ultramagnetic’s in full effect
We talkin’ about givin’ the drummer some
You know what? Kool Keith, yo, tell ’em what’s on your mind
I’m ready, and now it’s my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift
Off and do my own thing
Switch up, change my pitch up
Smack my b#tch up
Like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear
Troops and step on my path
I’m willing as a A-1 general
Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest
In line, I put ’em all behind
Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my
Skill and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves
And who deserves the right to be king of the scream
And shout wack poetry?
What, are you buggin’?
Germs that want to lure me
Quit it before I heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin’
For a face I’m slappin’
Gimme applause when hands start clappin’
Now give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some of this funky soul we got here
Well, I’m Ced
The Rhyming Force Delta
When I enter, you best take shelter
‘Cause I’m dope, and yes I will melt-a
Anyone who tried to even felt a
Emotion, or thought that they could hang with me
I’ll cut you up because you are my enemy
On my stage, interfering with my radius
So step back, ’cause I’ma start to spray with this
Can of Raid spray
If you’re a germ, filthy like AIDS, I’ll
Clean you up with heat
Vapors, scrubbin’ and scrubbing
Like a mistake on paper, I’m rubbin’
Erasing you out like some ink
‘Cause you dirty, your rhymes are stink
Like garbage, I have to put you in a Hefty
Or instead, should I just let the
Weak MC’s accumulate like dust
Take out my duster, shine them up then
Teach them respect?
Hook ’em up just like a tape deck
In mono or stereo, ’cause I’m a real pro
With a cameo and not an afro
This beat is funky, I’m letting it go
You know why?
To give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some of this—
Give the drummer some
Some rappers are ratin’ us, some are hatin’ us
Some are talkin’, some debatin’ us
Critically, but physically my mind is
Self-taught like a rap pro designed us
A matter to burn MC’s and toys with
Flame, five hundred degrees of
Rhymes that heat and cook and
Sizzle, your brain is on the grill at
Nighttime, and what about the daytime?
I hear the wack ones, they get a lot of playtime
Saying they’re wack and wastin’ my airtime
You’re number two and next in my spare time
Another rhyme has to be controllin’
And for your brain, it must have been stolen
Tooken, yes, taken away
I’m on the court and I’m fading away with a
Jumper, I shoot a rhyme in your face
Add the points while I rob the bass
Incredible, come in three dimensions
Parallel with the funky extensions
I’m Kool Keith runnin’ rap conventions on time
Now give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some
Give the drummer some of this funky soul we got here
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Release Year: 1988
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