Ain't It Good to You Lyrics

Song	Ain't It Good to You
Artist	Ultramagnetic MCs
Album	Critical Beatdown
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith)
	作曲 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith)
	> [Kool Keith]
	I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet
	You know you want it, rappers get up on it
	I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
	The world's my area
	Dance interior, fresh interior decorated
	A painted wall with rhymes
	that glow and show the biter slow reciter
	up who mighta tried to copy this style
	or change their ways, to wonder if you can
	take me out, on the microphone
	I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a fiend
	Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline
	out, I use Exxon
	And any rappers wack, my mind checks on
	meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
	Now I'm ready to roll
	On you and him, your whole crew
	Let's film it, now take two
	Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
	Thoughtless, when I take you far
	to the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
	in the hemisphere, now you're lost on Jupiter
	Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
	Tryin to think, where you're goin
	On other planets, rhymes are flowin
	through the Milky Way, quicker than warp speed
	Brains I feed with heatable rays
	Ain't it good to you?
	[Ced Gee]
	I'm a wise man, prophet of the bible
	You wanna try me, then I'm liable
	to go and flow and show, don't you know
	Edgar Allan Poe, could not write like this
	Mysteries, with a twist
	And I insist, to uplift my metaphor
	Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore
	for, you and him
	I kill a rapper, then begin
	to wrote and smoke you're chokin then provoke
	the joke the most, and walk around like notes
	programmed, you're equal to a dummy
	Them want rhyme? You do summies
	backwards, forwards, sideways
	Anyway, I say hold it
	Now you're in space, plus you're folded
	up, like molecules of matter
	Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
	chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
	the brain cells, I have ate
	Scraped, soak em in solutions
	Like Benzine, iodine producin
	student of Cee's, tryin to be, just like me
	Ced Gee, the Ultramagnetic
	A scientist, skilled with knowledge
	Once a God, years of college
	Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
	Thoughts float, ideas are legit
	to fit, the rhythm of the tempo
	Also, the music more so
	have to move groove soothe and lose you
	Now ain't it good to you?
	[Kool Keith]
	Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
	Wack MC's, across the nation on rotation
	You get the hype at the station
	Promotion, I put your brain in slow motion
	like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
	Then I drown it, your brain begins to bubble
	I bring trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
	in Bedrock, and watch another head rock
	Go through West to Washington and Ced block
	The Avenue, passin you, bashin you
	in your face, rhymes are crashin you
	on the chrome dome, swellin your Astrodome
	You're in an ambulance, I'm takin you home
	to complete the ways I'm on a mission
	I see your balls of clay with x-vision
	I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak
	They get dimmer every time I speak
	On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style
	that copacetically, bugs you out
	On the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceship
	Risin, not followin, plexin
	Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection
	Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
	Brain selection, has protection
	My reflection, shines
	Triple times your eye, invisible
	I get by your brain
	Now ain't it good to you?
	[Ced Gee]
	Aiyyo Keith, how you say?
	Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
	Done at the Ultra lab of course
	Mixed at D&D with my man Andy
	Yo, we outta here

	zuo ci : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith
	zuo qu : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith
	Kool Keith
	I' m like Cato, my rhyme' s the Green Hornet
	You know you want it, rappers get up on it
	I flaunt it, throughout the metropolitan
	The world' s my area
	Dance interior, fresh interior decorated
	A painted wall with rhymes
	that glow and show the biter slow reciter
	up who mighta tried to copy this style
	or change their ways, to wonder if you can
	take me out, on the microphone
	I' m strong like Benzine, I kill a fiend
	Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline
	out, I use Exxon
	And any rappers wack, my mind checks on
	meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
	Now I' m ready to roll
	On you and him, your whole crew
	Let' s film it, now take two
	Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
	Thoughtless, when I take you far
	to the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
	in the hemisphere, now you' re lost on Jupiter
	Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
	Tryin to think, where you' re goin
	On other planets, rhymes are flowin
	through the Milky Way, quicker than warp speed
	Brains I feed with heatable rays
	Ain' t it good to you?
	Ced Gee
	I' m a wise man, prophet of the bible
	You wanna try me, then I' m liable
	to go and flow and show, don' t you know
	Edgar Allan Poe, could not write like this
	Mysteries, with a twist
	And I insist, to uplift my metaphor
	Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore
	for, you and him
	I kill a rapper, then begin
	to wrote and smoke you' re chokin then provoke
	the joke the most, and walk around like notes
	programmed, you' re equal to a dummy
	Them want rhyme? You do summies
	backwards, forwards, sideways
	Anyway, I say hold it
	Now you' re in space, plus you' re folded
	up, like molecules of matter
	Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
	chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
	the brain cells, I have ate
	Scraped, soak em in solutions
	Like Benzine, iodine producin
	student of Cee' s, tryin to be, just like me
	Ced Gee, the Ultramagnetic
	A scientist, skilled with knowledge
	Once a God, years of college
	Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
	Thoughts float, ideas are legit
	to fit, the rhythm of the tempo
	Also, the music more so
	have to move groove soothe and lose you
	Now ain' t it good to you?
	Kool Keith
	Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
	Wack MC' s, across the nation on rotation
	You get the hype at the station
	Promotion, I put your brain in slow motion
	like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
	Then I drown it, your brain begins to bubble
	I bring trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
	in Bedrock, and watch another head rock
	Go through West to Washington and Ced block
	The Avenue, passin you, bashin you
	in your face, rhymes are crashin you
	on the chrome dome, swellin your Astrodome
	You' re in an ambulance, I' m takin you home
	to complete the ways I' m on a mission
	I see your balls of clay with xvision
	I' m a scientist, your satellites are weak
	They get dimmer every time I speak
	On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style
	that copacetically, bugs you out
	On the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceship
	Risin, not followin, plexin
	Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection
	Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
	Brain selection, has protection
	My reflection, shines
	Triple times your eye, invisible
	I get by your brain
	Now ain' t it good to you?
	Ced Gee
	Aiyyo Keith, how you say?
	Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
	Done at the Ultra lab of course
	Mixed at D D with my man Andy
	Yo, we outta here

	zuò cí : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith
	zuò qǔ : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith
	Kool Keith
	I' m like Cato, my rhyme' s the Green Hornet
	You know you want it, rappers get up on it
	I flaunt it, throughout the metropolitan
	The world' s my area
	Dance interior, fresh interior decorated
	A painted wall with rhymes
	that glow and show the biter slow reciter
	up who mighta tried to copy this style
	or change their ways, to wonder if you can
	take me out, on the microphone
	I' m strong like Benzine, I kill a fiend
	Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline
	out, I use Exxon
	And any rappers wack, my mind checks on
	meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
	Now I' m ready to roll
	On you and him, your whole crew
	Let' s film it, now take two
	Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
	Thoughtless, when I take you far
	to the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
	in the hemisphere, now you' re lost on Jupiter
	Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
	Tryin to think, where you' re goin
	On other planets, rhymes are flowin
	through the Milky Way, quicker than warp speed
	Brains I feed with heatable rays
	Ain' t it good to you?
	Ced Gee
	I' m a wise man, prophet of the bible
	You wanna try me, then I' m liable
	to go and flow and show, don' t you know
	Edgar Allan Poe, could not write like this
	Mysteries, with a twist
	And I insist, to uplift my metaphor
	Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore
	for, you and him
	I kill a rapper, then begin
	to wrote and smoke you' re chokin then provoke
	the joke the most, and walk around like notes
	programmed, you' re equal to a dummy
	Them want rhyme? You do summies
	backwards, forwards, sideways
	Anyway, I say hold it
	Now you' re in space, plus you' re folded
	up, like molecules of matter
	Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
	chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
	the brain cells, I have ate
	Scraped, soak em in solutions
	Like Benzine, iodine producin
	student of Cee' s, tryin to be, just like me
	Ced Gee, the Ultramagnetic
	A scientist, skilled with knowledge
	Once a God, years of college
	Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
	Thoughts float, ideas are legit
	to fit, the rhythm of the tempo
	Also, the music more so
	have to move groove soothe and lose you
	Now ain' t it good to you?
	Kool Keith
	Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
	Wack MC' s, across the nation on rotation
	You get the hype at the station
	Promotion, I put your brain in slow motion
	like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
	Then I drown it, your brain begins to bubble
	I bring trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
	in Bedrock, and watch another head rock
	Go through West to Washington and Ced block
	The Avenue, passin you, bashin you
	in your face, rhymes are crashin you
	on the chrome dome, swellin your Astrodome
	You' re in an ambulance, I' m takin you home
	to complete the ways I' m on a mission
	I see your balls of clay with xvision
	I' m a scientist, your satellites are weak
	They get dimmer every time I speak
	On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style
	that copacetically, bugs you out
	On the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceship
	Risin, not followin, plexin
	Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection
	Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
	Brain selection, has protection
	My reflection, shines
	Triple times your eye, invisible
	I get by your brain
	Now ain' t it good to you?
	Ced Gee
	Aiyyo Keith, how you say?
	Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
	Done at the Ultra lab of course
	Mixed at D D with my man Andy
	Yo, we outta here

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