Dont Be Scared Lyrics by Ultramagnetic Mc's

Dont Be Scared Lyrics

    No matter who you are, or what your age may be
    If you want to achieve permanent, sustaining success
    The motivation that will drive you toward that goal
    Must come from within

    {moe love cuts and scratches}

    [ced gee]
    Check it out, one time
    My tricky tricky style is so cocky i knock you out like i'm rocky
    And then i'll bet you the world, plus some loot, on the point
    A licky lethaler rapper cause my rhymes are like potion
    I think he burn like ?, to put your mind in slow motion
    Simply, it's done, like makin a bungee
    You lick it or roll it a sticky spark with the fellas
    Let's contact quinton, they call him the chief
    Plus i'm votin destruction, on suckers they're nerds
    Take their style toss it up, then add effects like a reverb
    Take it and match it, cause the flow is exceptional
    The washington congress, the house and congressional
    Professional, call it geronimo
    Frequencies on the mickie, watch your girl give a hickie
    Now you're flippin the ill way, diluted with ?
    The horsemen style is to flow so rapid
    Ricky run like a faucet, like ??
    Costello so mellow, like a pen with othello
    Shicky shapin a hamlet, tricky bowl thicky jell-o
    Hell-o, goodbye

    Don't be scared, pick up the mic (3x)

    [t.r. love?]
    My flow is wicked, rough and rugged like wilson pickett
    Stick it, the funky kinetic can flow, cause i can dig it
    Check it check it as i wreck it, niggaz never respect it
    I was always neglected, intellect be so respected
    A sharp shooter, blowin niggaz up out the frame
    You can't maintain, my domain, too insane
    I have centrifugal terrifical styles
    Difficult styles, wire be bitin bark, chewin for miles
    I'm like houdini the great, i'm too magnificent
    Incredible shit, to make motherfuckers bug
    Now niggaz is sick, shootin up your town, blowin up your city
    As i stalk walk hawk, that shit ain't pretty
    Really, silly, better step off

    Don't be scared, pick up the mic (5x)

    [kool keith]
    I got the pickup truck ready, lookin for satan the devil
    Yeah, bugged crazy off another, level
    I boogie woogie on down and catch mad wreck
    Load the calico check, come in high tech
    Mc's jump up quick, you get your ass kicked
    Mad sick, used to hang with charles manson
    Cut up any foot, if i saw it kept dancin
    I smeggle smack em, briggle briggle break em
    Catch em with the hefty bag, walk away and take em
    Mc's look in the mirror, see they nightmare
    The bugged kid, bald head, fuck it i don't care
    I get frantic atomic, pull your rectum out
    Change your brainframe, butt pull your spectrum out
    I get retarded and raw like razor ruddock
    You don't wanna try the x, aww, fukkit
    Let me, show you, my style, this style
    Fuck that, na na na nah, not this style
    Yes yo, who dat? yo wait, yo i'm comin down
    Hee hee hee hee! come and battle me clown
    Juggle three balls, my balls, feel good
    You bet i have your girl on my dick, sister write me a letter
    Mc's know they all deaf, they on the back burner
    I step straight to your crew like mad truck turner
    The crazy man with grenades in the projects
    Back up punk, remember x x x

    Don't be scared, pick up the mic (4x)

    [????]
    Check it
    It's my time with the rhyme, for the minor comin harder
    Pull a burner blast your ass at the line
    Racist, faces, spaces, braces, ????
    I'm sprayin mace in your face
    I'm tradin places with the power to knock, your ass unconcious
    I'm monstrous, i ? and i romp, cause i stomp, cause i want this
    Not so fast kid yo, i did a mad bid
    You won't last kid yo, i whup your ass
    Then vacate the premises, ?? of the genesis
    ??? motherfucker can you step to this
    Can you handle the vandal the man on the force
    Through the scandal snuff your ass like a candle
    Well it's my rate, the high rate, the fly rate
    Since i rate, cause i rate, cause i make, you gyrate
    To the raw rappin cause it's all that it's all that
    It's raw jack, and it's time - to go to war jack
    So don't waste my time
    Let the bassline kick yo' ass with the chorus line
    A checka wreck a record, check-o-wreck
    I guarantee to rock shock shock the place with most respect

    Don't be scared, pick up the mic (8x)

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