Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bust The Facts, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Funk Your Head Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Bust The Facts |
You’re listenin to the sounds, of the best MC, in the world. |
Koooooooooooooool KEITH! |
I got a flyer in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush |
The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayvon |
Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of Avon |
Jazzy Jay by my side, Charlie Chase behind me Flash and Theodore, super cuts that blind me Catch a Groove is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth |
From the East and the Valley, swingin back up North |
towards the South Bronx, Euceda Park and Webster |
The speakers are pumpin, power bass is thumpin |
with the Ultramega amp, keepin pep up, jumpin |
From side to side, the double meters’ll peak |
They had some good MC’s, a lot of them, they was weak |
They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak |
Melle Mel had the best rhymes, rankin with Caz |
Kool Moe tried to get down, but I made him sit down |
with that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this |
Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn |
to ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
Seven years later toy you still crusty crust |
Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty |
And under your arms you’re kickin power and musty |
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll |
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold |
while you’re listenin, I throw a buzz in your ear |
Bust the facts! |
Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey |
like musical chairs and ring around the rosie |
The party you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C. |
The Herculoids battle, The Disco Twins |
Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the DJ spins |
for the L Brothers, steppin right in the scene |
Mean Gene was maxin, Rockin Rob went to work |
While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk |
with the belt drive, Technics and B-1's |
with the orange light shinin, the red on D-1's |
Direct drive and Nova, I’m chillin with G.L.O.B.E. |
Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and Superman |
Pullin out that Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce |
Ikey C from Cosmic, the bass bottom bounce |
Red Alert in the booth, the T-Connection to mix |
Silly rabbit. |
you know my style has Trix |
to go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn |
while I move up step, to the early early morn |
with a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn |
Never smokin or sniffin or ever jokin or riffin |
because it’s time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic |
Donald Rock and Whipper Whip, neither rapper was plastic |
Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic |
to stretch out a rhyme, and make it double elastic |
You learn new jack, step back and be wack |
You know what time it is boy, and every mic I smoke |
Bust the facts! |
Later on at the Boys Club, while Tom excel |
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell |
Patti Duke had the nice hands, swift with Billy Boy |
Playin James Brown records, you stupid you silly boy |
Bongo Rockin, hard where the rhythm go You fake and pass, Busy Bee give and go to the AJ Scratch, a funky beat that matched |
with a two-second break, that was hard to catch |
DST was mixin, slicin with his elbows |
Freakin the wheels, loopin rhymes, here we go to the master faster, speed up and go faster |
Turn my JVC to mega power and blast the |
Mario tape, yes The Disco King |
with the b-side The Funky Drums, no new jack swing |
Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck |
You had the Zulus the Nine crew, you’re pushin your luck |
The Casanovas was maxin all scheamin to duck |
You had The Black Spades, plus The Savage Skulls |
Gangbangin was over, neither crew is exist |
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss |
So on the rhymes kept rollin, straight up into disco |
Eddie Cheeba was sweet G, and back up to Cisko |
And freaker Islam, with the Great Love Squids |
Spinnin high-top beats, can you check it, you dig |
Kool Keith out smokin, my lyrics are hot |
Bust the facts! |