UItra ’88 (Tribute)

[Intro]
Yo, what up, money?
(Oh, what up, man?)
Yo, man I got this EPMD record from 79, man
Erick Sermon's playing the banjo on that shit
Yo, that shit is phat man
(Oh, word?)
Yo, I got that, man
(No you don't, man)
Yo, man, but I got this cheeseburger, yo, double cheese burger
Autographed by Slick Rick man, it's still in the freezer, yo
I'ma sell that shit
(Yo, you're buggin' B, you're buggin')
Yo, yo, yo, but I got this Ultra Mag record from 88, man
Nobody heard it
(Oh, let me hear that shit)
Yo, I got the Walkman, yo, listen to this
(Alright)

[Verse 1]
Kool Keith
This one goes out to you
Out to Ced
Out to Moe
Out to Trev
Out to lunch
Back from brunch
Captain Crunch
A lovely bowl of cereal
Just got jooked by the Grand Imperial
Hop on stage, you got stuck in a battle stance
Your brain's a pebble, fool, say hi to the avalanche
Droppin' a rock on your lyrical dashboard
You're poppin' that weak shit and pushing the crash forward
No class, quarter pounder, some cheese
Twenty piece chicken nuggets and a thousand MCs
I eat all of them, guzzle quarts of gasoline
You're wearing a skirt, jerking off with the vaseline
Cuttin' the coupon, you're reading the funny papers
Step to the club, see my face on the elevator
Go to the kitchen, I'm hiding in your refrigerator
Bombing your brain, and cold step on the detonator
A bird with a mustache, two-headed alligator
Beautiful donkeys and a dog with no eyes
Grabbing the mic, stage covered in fruit flies
You're rockin' the Lee suit, thinkin' you're nice
You're buggin' out, money: wearing boots in the summertime
You try to retaliate by kicking a dumber rhyme
You're thinking your smart though, your brain is no Freud
Your jams are weak chief, you clockin' the billboard
Playing the wall, slap five with Mickey Mouse
Kid named Reginald, already the bigger herb
You got vocabulary? Step up, pick a word
I'm taking you out, and your homeboy Anton
Sit in my classroom and fill out a ScanTron

Hey you in the back, what's five divided by thirteen?
You don't know? Shut up!
MC Ultra, MC Ultra, MC Ultra, MCs!

[Sample scratched: Ultramagnetic MC's - I'm On]
Rearrange your afro