Vibrato - Ultramagnetic MC's

V-I-B-Rrrah-A-T-O, vibrato

V-I-B-Rrrah-A-T-O, vibrato

Give me twenty

A Mexican cat sold me the turtles

Pick up the greens and purples

Challenge me, your academic pants get hemmed up like Urkel’s

Your eyes get tired from rappin against me with dark circles

You ever heard of Tommy Purple’s, or Larry Woerfel’s?

You don’t know?

You don’t want it from Johnny Burko’s

I’m the top, you the robin, and the pigeon

With the seed, you’re all jerkles

I lean on your freckles, with the deckles

I get hype, I got the workles

You caught up with the herples

A new disease, you get the nerbles

Cause I’m

Get your system, get your system — yeah

Get your system ready

Ma get your system, get your system

Uhh, get your system ready

Now I ain’t missed the game at all

But the game’s missed me

Dawg it’s been a long time son

Since you’ve been blessed, by a Ced 16

The vocab is still exquisite

Only a chosen few, know what I mean

Dawg I still spit fire

My words erupt like gasoline

No time to waste on chickens, in dirty jeans

With cheap hair weaves from Billie Jean’s

Ma you ain’t puttin disease in my spleen

I’m on a mission you see

Don’t want you hang around me

Ma go work on yourself, go see a beautician mami

Then go, boost a bag, boost a dress

Boost some shoes, I might look at you

I might run up in you

I might splash you in the face, let you play with the jewels

But you best not chew, or I’ma slap you

Into Tuesday, when it’s Sunday

You gon' think it’s Monday, cause I’m