Ultimate Rush

[Intro] The Ultimate MC Rush [Verse 1: Rock] Hi, Alcatraz Some call him Rock, yo One shot'll make ya jump like House of Pain or Kriss Kross Playing hop scotch I got the marks baby Even when I was small I still get crazy hard like a 380 And I hate these fakin MC's Please, flee before your temperature drop more degrees Than a five percenter Dressed in a young ass jacket In the winter boy Don't end up in a casket for this rap shit [Verse 2: Ruck] Behold the pale horse I see death in your future When thoughts connect Its best to step before I shoot ya Back in the days I knew Ruck would rock Couldn't wait that long so I jacked Michael J. Fox Since the death of the DeLorean I been best performing in Coliseums, and stadiums Holdin in ?more? palladiums Ain't no funny vibe from this 25 year old Ultimate MC test me if ya bold [Chorus] The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush [Verse 3: Saukrates] Demonstrate on street ruckus with my nouns and verbs Hated the real mahfuckers with the thirst for words Meditate with me dude Alone in my own zone Come and get high My shits homegrown Bionic, hydroponics I rap Till I'm blue like Sonic Delivery's monotonic But my style rocks the phonic I hate to say it But you're weak and your styles prosaic If rhyming was fighting I'd be Tyson And all y'all niggas better flee Cause right now you're running with Spinks Cause you're weak son I take my time to teach one Of the meek ones, who reach one Illamatic rap addict On some death of Caesar dramatics Its never fluke yo, so don't panic You could go to any other planet In any weather you could run But can't run forever So whatever [Chorus] The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush [Verse 4: Saukrates] You'll admit Y'all niggas can't compete With my manuscript I'm the muthafuckin pimp the microphone is my bi-i-itch And you the john about to make a nigga ri-i-ich Now get with this funk arithmetic If you outside make a swi-i-itch And step inside the aby-y-ys Nigga come ill, don't tri-i-ip Say it again You the john about to make this nigga ri-i-ich Man, my finger puppet hard to resi-i-ist Find your niche, nigga hold that My trigger finger starts to i-i-itch Digging your ditch I'm on the mound with butane fireball Better duck the wild pi-i-itch I'm sick with it You would never fly You an ostri-i-ich Be on your back like a rash I'm the i-i-ish Bankers bank is closed No more scrilla for the ni-i-i Wi-i-ife or his kids [Chorus] The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush The Ultimate MC Rush