Raise It Up Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc's

Yeah yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken 

That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy 

And I want some old hot jazz biscuits 

With a little bit of that blues butter 

Bring in the snare 

They never understood, many people were so slow 

My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho 

Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X 

I move around off beat, creatin' more styles 

Showin' white boys, other kids my black styles 

I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face 

Walk up on a car, Jack of Spades, pluck the ace 

I get slower, down in, on in 

Flowin' like I used to be on Critical Beatdown 

I drop styles on ears the public bite em 

Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write 'em 

They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin' big words 

I went to college, I'm even more stupid herb 

Back on the scene to put a lesson out 

Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out 

I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack 

Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act 

I get atomic, hypo-galactical 

Word to mom I'm in my own world 

Galaxy raised! Powerful 

Raise it up, raise it up 

Raise it up, raise it up 

Raise it up, raise it up 

Raise it up, raise it up 

Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip 

Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip 

Now back in the days and we used to use elevation 

And then the people said