Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Be Scared, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's.
Date of issue: 17.05.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Be Scared |
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 |
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 hickey |
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) |
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, niggas never respect it |
I was always neglected, intellect be so respected |
A sharp shooter, blowin niggas 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 niggas 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) |
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 unconscious |
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 whoop your ass |
Then vacate the premises, ?? |
of the Genesis |
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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) |