Chorus Line Pt. 2 Lyrics - Singles - Ultramagnetic Mc's

Can you funk with it? 

Can you funk with it? 

Can you funk with it? 

Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit 

I got the mic in my hand and well equipped 

Usin' my style for a firm set of action 

MC's beware, the club windows I'm bashin' 

Throwin' rhymes and bombs and some cocktails 

You better move quick but not slow snails 

I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy 

Why? 'Cause I'm the great grandfather 

MC in motion, G as in go left 

Rhymin' on off beat, the X is so death defyin' 

Super scrubs keep tryin' 

You wanna bite like a pit? I'll be the lion 

I'll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom 

And look at birds and bees that come sting them 

Time after time, rhyme after rhyme 

'Cause you ain't jack shit, not even a dime 

A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill 

How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill? 

You ain't the man to move and stop the cannonball 

No matter how you run hide, it's gonna land and fall 

Straight on your brain, the X'll drop rocks 

Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox 

Standin' still and stiff like a mannequin 

Bloody Kotex and sweat and start panickin' 

I'm dissin' rappers like Damon on Living Color 

You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother 

Father, son, your pissy little cousin 

Suckers are crabs, I grab 'em all by the dozen 

You think you're hard with them hats and all that black on 

You're not scarin' the X, yo bring the wack on 

I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10 

While my DJ go wild, do a backspin' 

Kick 'em down, one two, flights of four stairs 

This ain't no sample or break from Roy Ayers 

I'm just a convict, skippin' the prison line 

Yo, I'm on the chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

Flipmaster, bust your rhyme 

Yeah, my funkiest deep down from the underground 

Down in the Bronx, this is the funk 

Yo, melody change up, grip on the beat right 

I come correct hit hard like a fist fight 

I thank God for pavin' the ways 

For writin' these dope rhymes and rappers I slaid 

I'm kickin' the rhyme gram as dope as I can and 

To make you say god damn, Gee's got a hype jam 

To crush a punk and make 'em beg for mercy 

Because he's nothin', he can't touch me 

The metaphor master has to blast ya faster 

You wanna step in my way, then I'll smash ya 

You see you're a bit slow, your flow's out of sync bro 

You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel 

So step if you really feel cocky 

And I'll flip and bash your skull like Rocky 

Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan 

You played out son like Dudley Captain Caveman 

Set you down, explain you can't go far 

You rhyme kinda country like some shit out of hee haw 

Ced Gee and I'm flexin' my wrath 

Takin' rappers by one, cold bustin' that ass 

So now you know exactly what's the time 

I'm cold illin' on the new chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

Yo, Tim Dog, bust your rhyme 

Yo, man it's the man himself 

The motherfuckin' illegal alien one 

Yo comin' up next is Tim Dog 

Yo, Dog, eat them motherfuckers 

Comin' at cha with a funky rhyme that'll sure nuff catch ya 

Get fat, get slow, get high, get low but you still can't blow 

Rhythm is smashin' whippin' ass is a passion 

Suckers that keep clashin' break 'em like glass and 

You just shatterin' 

Fuck with Tim Dog, well, you know, you're not badder than 

I'm rich and thick, you're cup of noodles 

My rhymes are hardcore when you're rubber like doo doo 

Step back, ease back and just listen 

I'm dissin' all suckers that keep wishin' 

Rhyme and rhyme with the rhyme, bring another rhyme 

Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme 

Steppin' to the A.M., steppin' to the P.M. 

Steppin' to the bus while I'm ridin' in the BM 

You see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin girl in my ride 

You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be jealous 

Let me ask the fellas, hey, fellas 

Why is he jealous, jockin' me and my fly ride? 

You really really really wanna get inside 

You wanna riff but I got the gift that come swift 

And ain't got time for that bullshit 

Pulsate devastate and innovate 

Suckers that think they're great I just mutilate 

Tim Dog, comin' back with the rhyme 

Fuckin' up shit on the chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line 

TR, yeah, bust your rhyme 

I think, the track is very complicated 

I don't know any place that will accept the track like this 

We can't deal with that stuff, it's too tight 

Back again, comin' off on a hype track 

The man is back again, 'cause it's like that 

Black, matter of fact, in death react 

Combat, motherfuckers don't want that 

Style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style 

Freestyle, so buck wild 

I got the style you want to hear 

Who's next? You better fear 

TR, the super star like a Czar 

In control, by far 

Cruisin' like a Benz or a Jaguar 

Boss your Audi, like John Gotti 

So like my man whose name is 

Make a move, I'll make you famous 

And if you choose to step to this 

You get next to this? 

Remember the Exorcist 

I wrap rappers like my man named Bolo 

Take out a city like Chernobyl 

I'm greatly underrated, highly elevated 

To serve and destroy is how I demonstrate it 

To keep grooves and move to soothe and prove 

Fans and guests performers I amuse 

To teach and reach, anyone or anybody 

A fan will grab my hand and wants to join the party 

I got skills and style for each and every time 

On the chorus line