Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnetic Junkadelic, artist - Kool Keith. Date of issue: 09.02.2009
Song language: English
Magnetic Junkadelic |
| I move in the area, for respect, Tashan Dorrsett |
| Draft pick by Seton Hall |
| Escaped convict out of Marquette, sonic I’m Stet |
| First man, to fly to the moon on a private jet |
| Rocketship Express |
| Exhaust pipes burn the hair off your chest |
| Brim over my head, cocked to the side like El. |
| Ness |
| Chicago chronicle, move with Elvis |
| With Jaycee and Will, I’m bound to get ill |
| Hit the P-day Parade, my daily brigade |
| Cooler than that glass nigga dressed up like a jar of Kool-Aid |
| I’m too fade |
| I’m cuttin your fame down to miniature size with two blades |
| I’m not out for fun, we don’t have time to stargaze |
| Me and Ollie light up the street like Dr. Spocky |
| Girls hang on the jockey |
| It’s all c’est la vie, well c’est la C |
| Two minutes to go |
| It’s the international connection |
| We makin hip-hop perfection |
| It’s Ultramag and Junkadelic dawg |
| We about to teach the whole world a lesson |
| About how to rap, how to make beats |
| How to walk, and how to even speak |
| And if you learned your lesson right |
| You’d be at the top of this game |
| You’d get all the shine you want, you’d get fame |
| Oh yeah son, I guess it’s time for Ced to go |
| So let me hear this track, oh yeah dawg, I like that flow |
| So I’m about to bless you with 16, just like a pro |
| You know how I gets down, I keeps it real simple |
| The swagger’s incredible; |
| son I always smash my foes |
| Son, I’m always, smashin hoes |
| Son, I’m always, collectin dough |
| So if you see me up in Harlem, don’t even think about it |
| Cause me and my faction squad son, we bout it bout it |
| We take care of our business; |
| beef, we don’t forget about it |
| We squash your whole team, your whole squad get routed |
| It’s like that in my hood dawg, don’t even doubt it |
| (Junkadelic) I smoke Newports, don’t fuck with Marlboros |
| I’m tryin to be in the streets, see the Marlboro |
| You don’t understand you gotta live with the borough |
| Stand still nigga wanna act like he thorough |
| Missed his vertabrae when I sprayed ten times |
| And buckin, niggas askin questions like they still duckin |
| The bug is filled with brains and cranium cracked |
| Never did give a fuck if the stadium cracked |
| I understand that’s how you feel whenever you get jacked |
| But we still on the track, Ultra, Magnetic |
| Niggas is askin questions but I’m just so pragmatic |
| Mathematic, sometimes I gotta come back on the beat |
| With two times five divided by pi you see |
| It’s like this, inside of your eyes you open |
| Niggas talk shit but the beam’s still open |
| Yeah yeah yeah~! |
| (Junkadelic) |