| Song | Ain't It Good to You |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
| Album | Critical Beatdown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Thornton | |
| 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 : Miller, Thornton | |
| 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 : Miller, Thornton | |
| 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 |