Bust The Facts Lyrics by Ultramagnetic Mc's

Bust The Facts Lyrics

    {"here's a little story that must be told.."}
    Ahh yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
    {"here's a little story that must be told.."}
    You're listenin to the sounds, of the best mc, in the world..
    Koooooooooooooool keith! {*echoes*}
    {"go off, and go off.."}

    [kool keith]
    I got a flyer in my hand, bambaataa with cold crush
    The place is packed, with johnny wa and rayvon
    Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of avon
    Jazzy jay by my side, charlie chase behind me
    Flash and theodore, super cuts that blind me
    "catch a groove" is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth
    From the east and the valley, swingin back up north
    Towards the south bronx, euceda park and webster
    The speakers are pumpin, power bass is thumpin
    With the ultramega amp, keepin pep up, jumpin
    From side to side, the double meters'll peak
    They had some good mc's, a lot of them, they was weak
    They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak
    Melle mel had the best rhymes, rankin with caz
    Kool moe tried to get down, but i made him sit down
    With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this
    Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn
    To ashes to ashes, dust to dust
    Seven years later toy you still crusty crust
    Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
    And under your arms you're kickin power and musty
    Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll
    Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold
    While you're listenin, i throw a buzz in your ear
    Bust the facts!

    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}

    Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey
    Like musical chairs and ring around the rosie
    The party you pace see, kool herc with j.c.
    The herculoids battle, the disco twins
    Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the dj spins
    For the l brothers, steppin right in the scene
    Mean gene was maxin, rockin rob went to work
    While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk
    With the belt drive, technics and b-1's
    With the orange light shinin, the red on d-1's
    Direct drive and nova, i'm chillin with g.l.o.b.e.
    Mr. biggs and pow-wow, monk and superman
    Pullin out that olde e, that funky funky 40 ounce
    Ikey c from cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
    Red alert in the booth, the t-connection to mix
    Silly rabbit.. you know my style has trix
    To go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn
    While i move up step, to the early early morn
    With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn
    Never smokin or sniffin or ever jokin or riffin
    Because it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
    Donald rock and whipper whip, neither rapper was plastic
    Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
    To stretch out a rhyme, and make it double elastic
    You learn new jack, step back and be wack
    You know what time it is boy, and every mic i smoke
    Bust the facts!

    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}

    Later on at the boys club, while tom excel
    I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell
    Patti duke had the nice hands, swift with billy boy
    Playin james brown records, you stupid you silly boy
    Bongo rockin, hard where the rhythm go
    You fake and pass, busy bee give and go
    To the aj scratch, a funky beat that matched
    With a two-second break, that was hard to catch
    Dst was mixin, slicin with his elbows
    Freakin the wheels, loopin rhymes, here we go
    To the master faster, speed up and go faster
    Turn my jvc to mega power and blast the
    Mario tape, yes the disco king
    With the b-side the funky drums, no new jack swing
    Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck
    You had the zulus the nine crew, you're pushin your luck
    The casanovas was maxin all scheamin to duck
    You had the black spades, plus the savage skulls
    Gangbangin was over, neither crew is exist
    They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss
    So on the rhymes kept rollin, straight up into disco
    Eddie cheeba was sweet g, and back up to cisko
    And freaker islam, with the great love squids
    Spinnin high-top beats, can you check it, you dig
    Kool keith out smokin, my lyrics are hot
    Bust the facts!

    {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}
    {"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
    {"let's rock, get bigger.."}

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