Yo Black Lyrics - Ultramagnetic Mc's

Bobbito's in the house 

I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real shit 

Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin 

All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit 

I'm not with that 

Yeah you listenin' to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X, the man 

I'ma show you how to get wreck 

The right way, not the wrong way 

Watch me when I do this, pay attention 

Check it out 

Shut up Step back That picky-packy-wacky rap 

Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with 

In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss 

I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz 

Make you think you swimmin' like that homey Mark Spitz 

How can you put up a fox, against an alligator 

I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or Later 

I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white 

Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight 

I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka 

Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother 

I make MC's go, "Hey hoe, hey hoe" 

Look at me now, whassup? Hey Joe 

You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood 

Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' from no hood 

I wipe your style like doo doo, when I beat ya 

Treat ya like an old Bible rhyme in school, teach ya 

Like my son, did your mother tell you? 

Pee pee's on the rise, why the X gotta smell you? 

You know me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics 

On the record that's spinnin' that smell like doo doo, yo get back 

I rock styles on top, another Funky child 

I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile 

You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your father 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Check it one two, you don't wanna step to 

Crazy psycho patient from the Bronx, comin' at you 

I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex 

Bust my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X 

People know they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back black 

Bustin' stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out 

You say you good with the mic, man I wonder why 

You think I'm sleepin'? But y'all was gone beddy-bye 

Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New York 

Everywhere I go hoe, never ridin' I walk 

You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis B 

I ride a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see 

Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out 

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out 

Check it, watch it, back up, slow down 

The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go down 

I make you quit rap, and try to get with Bobby Brown 

Slide and glide, Boogie Down like James Brown 

Never will I say I, watch me when I do that 

When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say, "Who dat?" 

I know my tongue is long just like a lizard 

Can you drop the mic respect the funk wizard 

I know you breakin' your neck, to hear the X stuff 

Back to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough 

I look at millions of groups and tell em get back 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors 

You rappers been played like suede Puma's, yo bust it 

I kick a style so rugged, they're makin' [unverified] wet 

Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet 

Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus 

You're preschool style, kindergarten not the same as 

I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be 

I make you cry kid, cover your face to me 

I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti LaBelle 

My job is easy when I'm draggin' em down to hell 

You know my story when I'm throwin' you off the cliff 

Them jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif 

I see these suckers better find another game plan 

I never heard of you stupid What's your name man? 

Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald B 

Jump on my tip, when you're takin' a fall G 

You see the style is mine, but can the X flow? 

I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show 

Kick it when I feel it, the X style reveal it 

Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track 

I give you more than some comp, I give you no SLACK 

People know I wreck, did that kid get the message? 

I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack 

Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack