Songtexte Ain’t It Good to You - Ultramagnetic MC’s
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                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?
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                            
                                Album
                                
Critical Beatdown                                
                                
                            
                        1 Watch Me Now
2 Ease Back
3 Ego Trippin’ (MC’s Ultra remix)
4 Moe Luv’s Theme
5 Kool Keith Housing Things
6 Traveling at the Speed of Thought (remix)
7 Feelin’ It
8 One Minute Less
9 Ain’t It Good to You
10 Funky (remix)
11 Give The Drummer Some
12 Break North
13 Critical Beatdown
14 When I Burn
15 Ced-Gee (Delta Force One)
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