Текст (слова) песни: Ultramagnetic MC`s - Pluckin Cards

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 I diss myself in front of Dolemite
You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel
Then underline disguise and be the devil
Call yourself God, can you make it rain
Can you tell me how or what I`m thinkin in my brain
I`m not the bighead kid who wanna show off
I just pick up the mic and then I blow off
Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather
You ain`t genuine, toyin real leather
Pleather, coming out in the weather
You rap on R&B tracks and whatever
Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain
Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain
I think twice about the big bow tie
You wearin one? I wanna know why
I see fools all dressed in tuxedos
And at the Grammy`s, a bag of Fritos
Dumb people wonder, dumb people think
Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink
Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo
A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso
I`d rather stay in New York and not Hollywood
Fool, I`m

pluckin everyone`s card [steppin to the man]
(repeat 4x)

You takin off and you`re gold and for what?
Because you wanna be down and so what?
You buy your African beads from Koreans
Africans, you walkin by human beings
You don`t know, you`re so stupid
Take the books you read you`re still stupid
Learn, see the rappers I burn
You`re coming next, it`s your turn
Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa
on doo-doo, and whatever
You wanna speak on the X, then let`s go with this
I know I`m talented, good, and such a pro at this
Trade, skill, future my job
And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob
You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal
Yes, you`re in the showcase showdown
I hope you`re ready to rock and come blow down
Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf
I`m not the man concerned with that story
Look out, watch, you`re Three Feet and Sinkin
The Tribe`s are lost and everyone`s breath stinkin
[Ahhh, to the crossroad]
Look at one man carry many loads
I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world
Remember, I`m

pluckin everyone`s card [steppin to the man]
pluckin everyone`s card (yell at the top of my lungs) [steppin to the man]
(repeat 3X)

Hahahahaha, you can`t even focus the energies of your own body
How can you hope to tuffle the God of War, against his will?

pluckin everyone`s card (yell at the top of my lungs)
(repeat 3X)

You`re one of those peace loving folk singers
Errrrr, let her contend with this...

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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 I diss myself in front of Dolemite You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel Then underline disguise and be the devil Call yourself God, can you make it rain Can you tell me how or what I`m thinkin in my brain I`m not the bighead kid who wanna show off I just pick up the mic and then I blow off Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather You ain`t genuine, toyin real leather Pleather, coming out in the weather You rap on R&B tracks and whatever Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain I think twice about the big bow tie You wearin one? I wanna know why I see fools all dressed in tuxedos And at the Grammy`s, a bag of Fritos Dumb people wonder, dumb people think Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso I`d rather stay in New York and not Hollywood Fool, I`m pluckin everyone`s card [steppin to the man] (repeat 4x) You takin off and you`re gold and for what? Because you wanna be down and so what? You buy your African beads from Koreans Africans, you walkin by human beings You don`t know, you`re so stupid Take the books you read you`re still stupid Learn, see the rappers I burn You`re coming next, it`s your turn Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa on doo-doo, and whatever You wanna speak on the X, then let`s go with this I know I`m talented, good, and such a pro at this Trade, skill, future my job And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal Yes, you`re in the showcase showdown I hope you`re ready to rock and come blow down Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf I`m not the man concerned with that story Look out, watch, you`re Three Feet and Sinkin The Tribe`s are lost and everyone`s breath stinkin [Ahhh, to the crossroad] Look at one man carry many loads I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world Remember, I`m pluckin everyone`s card [steppin to the man] pluckin everyone`s card (yell at the top of my lungs) [steppin to the man] (repeat 3X) Hahahahaha, you can`t even focus the energies of your own body How can you hope to tuffle the God of War, against his will? pluckin everyone`s card (yell at the top of my lungs) (repeat 3X) You`re one of those peace loving folk singers Errrrr, let her contend with this... 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