Letras:
Ultramagnetic M C S New York What Is Funky

my dashboard I'm like a Corvette that's red, you're a pink Ford No time to play people, New York, what is funky [random samples overlayed with vocals

they kick, I slit your wrists It's danger, and now degrees slappin up foreign MC's A track ain't nothin to rip It's done just like this but not just as

my style like George, HEY STEINBRENNER I'm not losin of course, I'm a mind winner I work sweat, they wet, they stole bras And leave they funky panties in they girlfriend's

I guess it's just what they do While artists like me, stick with rhymes 'til I'm Ultra proof The man of vision's intuition are proficient To change rap course, I'm

the sweet one, the one to touch When I'm rubbin you down, it doesn't take that much Of baby oil, when I'm soothin your skin It's just a part of the foreplay

shocked and so confused Badly beaten and smacked and so abused Never will the X fail, truth is what I tell you The games and lies and chitter chat is only what

potions Yeah, that's what you want money, that's what you want money Want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money

some hair Respect is due, not tryin to be so Jamaican United States immigant, your first black President Intelligent Chill, like rock'em sock'em robots MC's

, freak a style, use a style Hyper style, Riker's style Like a style, freak 'em all for a while Worthwhile, I'm coolin out like I'm Batman Ridin the Batmobile