Magnetic Junkadelic (feat. Ced Gee & D. Eazy)

I move in the area, for respect, Tashan Dorrsett

Draft pick by Seton Hall

Escaped convict out of Marquette, sonic, I'm Stet

First man to fly to the moon on a private jet

Rocketship express

Exhaust pipes burn the hair off your chest

Brim over my head, cocked to the side like El Ness

Chicago chronicle, move with Elvis

With Jaycee and Will, I'm bound to get ill

Hit the P-Day parade, my daily brigade

Cooler than that glass **** dressed up like a jar of Kool-Aid

I'm too fade

I'm cutting your fame down to miniature size with two blades

I'm not out for fun, we don't have time to star gaze

Me and Ollie light up the street like Doctor Spocky

Girls hang on the jockey

It's all c'est la vie, well, c'est la C

Two minutes to go

It's the international connection

We making hip hop perfection

It's Ultramag and Junkadelic, dawg

We about to teach the whole world a lesson

About how to rap, how to make beats

How to walk, and how to even speak

And if you learn your lesson right, you'd be at the top of this game

You'd get all the shine you want, you'd get fame

Oh, yeah, son, I guess it's time for Ced to go

So let me hear this track, oh yeah, dawg, I like that flow

So I'm about to bless you with sixteen, just like a pro

You know how I gets down, I keeps it real simple

The swagger's incredible, son, I always smash my foes

Son, I'm always smashing hoes

Son, I'm always collecting dough

So if you see me up in Harlem, don't even think about it

'Cause me and my faction squad, son, we 'bout it, 'bout it

We take care of our business, beef, we don't forget about it

We squash your whole team, your whole squad get routed

It's like that in my hood, dawg, don't even doubt it

It's the international connection

We making hip hop perfection

It's Ultramag and Junkadelic, dawg

We about to teach the whole world a lesson

About how to rap, how to make beats

How to walk, and how to even speak

And if you learn your lesson right, you'd be at the top of this game

You'd get all the shine you want, you'd get fame

Hustler's corner

I smoke Newports, don't fuck with Marlboros

I'm tryna be in the streets, see the Marlboro

You don't understand, you gotta live with the borough

Stand still **** wanna act like he thorough

Missed his vertebrae when I sprayed ten times

And buckin', **** asking questions like they still duckin'

The bucket's filled with brains and cranium crack

Never did give a fuck if the stadium cracked

I understand that's how you feel whenever you get jacked

But we still on the track, Ultra, Magnetic

**** is asking questions, but I'm just so pragmatic

Mathematic, sometimes I gotta come back on the beat

With two times five, divided by pi, you see?

It's like this inside of your eyes, you open

**** talk shit, but the beam's still open

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah