Ultramagnetic Mc's - Ain't It Good To You lyrics

[kool keith] 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 k** 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 k** 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, sk**ed 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, pa**in 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