Ultramagnetic MC's - Pluckin Cards Lyrics

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Pluckin Cards Lyrics

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Pluckin Cards Lyrics

It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news
to sweep the world like a shockwave.
The mighty Man of Steel, once the superchampion, admired by billions
has proclaimed himself a wildman.
Afraid of going on an uncontrollable rampage at any moment.

[Kool Keith]

Hey yo stupid, you thought I was over
Living like Oscar, Big Bird and Grover
I'm the X the man the first challenger
I keep rhymes in place like Bob Gallagher
Fittin, and in the chair I'm sittin
Rappers know I'm Kool, rappers know I'm Keith
Like Charlie Brown, good grief
I see rappers I know they turned African
I just pedal my bike, then I laugh again
I pull the girls with thread and one string
They say I'm steppin to them for one thing
But I don't think so, you think so, really?
Tapes is wack and new MC's sound silly
I hate to criticize, I have a problem
In this school wack rappers I'll solve them
They wanna be like Ultra on the jizock
Try to act like they not but on the kizock
Suckin, takin, aw-ll be slurpin
Comical bums your wack jams ain't workin
You ain't got the style to rock no man
You get a pound from me, but with no hand
Diss em, I'm not the one Miss Ferguson
Cold stupid as hell like George Jefferson
Yeah, you dummies better be careful
I pick up rappers and throw away a handful
Yes... I'm

pluckin everyone's card [steppin to the man]
(repeat 3X)

Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star
Behind those glasses I know who you are
You Racer X, here's brother speed
You dissin James? He's chicken feed
He can't rap or clap or make a feet tap
How bout Monie and Nikki they both bullcrap
I see light in my lamp, but not on the mic
How could

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