Ultramagnetic MCS - Who Am I Lyrics

Verse 1
Removing my system profane and corporate
Funk legislation information tactic elactic Asian
Sport Chanel fragrance mad smoke roll like pipes through adobo
The mad ranger gets stranger
Tuck sensitive inquisitive presents
Christmas for misfits heat like butterbean biscuits
Rubber weight burn like bf Goodrich
Michelin tires swing bats like Jeffrey Dyre
Permanent press MC's like a dryer
Portable audio techniques peak on 161st street
Yankee stadium permanent window with side burns
Still hold it down like George Steinbrenner
On the ground and time switch up for the rhyme in time
All aboard like the Amtrak
Load up your knapsack and crease appendix operation
Leave out there with constipation
Exlax on tracks superb vinyl wax
It's a cold sore by the west Indian sea shore
Control with scabs like knee to floor

Chorus
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I

Verse 2
Base your lies on my rise
I vocally analyze strategically neutralize
The lone soldier, the human slider
The never left a con, the ghost writer
The water walker, the power lord
The father of Odin, the hammer of Thor
Rhymes strong like gigantor
The amen-ra, the substance sook
The avenging son, my eye they took
Son you know they shook
Them lying dogs is always been crooks
Stealing all my ancient books
Brace yourself son here's another right hook
The son of Mya, the repo man
The angle of light, the nuclear knight
The omega summit, the Palladian
The dry con, the Babylon

Chorus
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I

Verse 3
Check it
Back is the hell raiser spawn
I'm dripping with Leviathan energy
Son what kind of shit I be on
The real or mentor, the ancient chemic
The omen child
Son I don't need no gimmicks
The star one, the solemnest temple
I descended from Isis I need to keep this simple
Like Jacobs ladder the staff of Moses
I parted Mt. Sinai, I poured in roses
The Abraham, the son of Cam
My energy is lethal son step back goddamn
The helude, the Excalibur
The Holy Grail mystery's putting you out your misery
Like revelations the clash of the titans
Ah shit its Ced Gee or should I say Ced Tyson
I fold those in matter
Create new domains I tired of this physical shit
Son I know your sane, but I'm insane

Chorus
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I
The ultimate one second to none we get the job done
Who am I
There could never be one prodigal son we just begun
Who am I