Funk Radio
[tr love]
Yeah
Smooth in the groove
Yo whassup man, what's up, what's goin on man, what's happenin?
[kool keith]
Yo whassup this is the one, rhythm x, x-calibur
One two, funk ignitor plus (yeah)
Comin at ya at thirty degrees.. farenheight (ha ha)
The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin ready to get busy on w-k-r-funk radio live!
(we'll burn ya!) with tr love (and moe love on the set)
And we talkin to y'all from los angeles
Live, on w-k-r-funk radio, our own station
See rappers don't know, i snatch a beat
I hear a beat, i catch a beat
The rhythm x roll up, my style gets critical
Brain connects, computer rhymes get phsyical
I walk low, and howl with no afro
X with a bald head, like fidel castro
Walk in a jam, with the mic and my girlfriend
While two girls are buggin, sayin, "keith is my boyfriend!"
But i come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points, like i'm playin nintendo
Now look at the game, i move step in first place
Leave em all blind for hard times and third base
Back to bake em more, fizzle and burn though
But you can't see the record sizzle and turn though
Hittin the top like a hot 45
Like, "ahh - ahh - ahh - ahh - stayin alive, stayin alive"
Yeah, gettin back into business
Rappers get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin jacks, situps and pushups
Now pick up your brain, and come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid you're dumb, standin still with dead weight
Rappers try to plex, i mark x
I stamp x, and throw em another x
X-tra rhythm flow, x-tra metaphor
X-tra hype and dope, x-tra cupid feet
X-tra body heat, x-tra brain power
X-tra cash flow, you soft cauliflower
But i do get swift, change the pitch if
You got the rhymes and hammer foots to dance with
Yo, let's get the dead party jumpin
Rappers are crazy wack, and ain't sayin nothin
While people are steady, sweaty tired and boring
Let me go on, steppin to and flow on
And so on, turn the mic in my show on
Please the crowd with some super dope hype stuff
Lyrical metaphor, and some of that right stuff
Shakin your brain up, wakin your brain up
Confusin your mind like a block or rubik's cube
Think about it, you probably don't understand
With a lower iq, a weak brain my man
So listen up, and go on back to school
Fool.. you ain't jack
Yeah that's comin live from w-k-r-funk
With dj moe love, tr love
We gon', bring it out, by special request
For tr funky love
[tr love]
Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction rhythm x
I appreciate it
Yeah the phones are lightin up crazy
We want the 103rd caller to come in
And win them disco pants in the contest
Now if you ready for some more live hype stuff
So here it is..
Some rappers can flow and, rock off the slow jam
Stay hype, continously, cause i know i can
Rock off tempo, fast or even hyper
Just like a sniper, pied microphone piper
Smooth rough and ready, hardcore stanyin steady
In the lane, rock'n'roll ready
On, any, mc type wannabe like
Had to sound like, gots to be like
Wants to look like, has to act like
Now you feel like.. hmm
You know you're perpetrating? yeah right
C'mon face it, and then chase it
You can taste it, cause i placed it
Smack in your face, with five million lbs of bass
Boomin systems ads can't replace
In fact all, the rhythm is packed on tightly
+days of thunder+? not likely
Fact or fiction, while i got you scheamin
You ain't ready boy, i caught you sleepin
And searchin for a dope style, combine to watch our
Freestyle, straight from the penile
Buckwild, runnin wild with the golden mic
I'm like a flash, first you see, then you lose sight
Of the master tr, plan in hand
Destroyin a foe, who's not in demand
So act now, and for the fact now
There's no doubt in my mind, i'll be rap now
C'mon on man, c'mon!
Yo, mc's, you say you're comin back?
Huh, yo, you ain't jack.. jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[kool keith]
Jack.. jack.. jack.. jack..
[tr love]
Yeah, ha hah, ha hah, ha hah..
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Jack U Off
If ure looking for somewhere to go
Thought Id take u to a movie show
Sittin in the back and Ill jack u off
I cant give u everything u want
But I can take u to a restaurant
If ure not hungry
Ill jack u off
If your man aint no good
Come on over to my neighborhood
We can jump in the sack and Ill jack u off
If ure tired of the masturbater
Little girl, we can go on a date
And if u like, Ill jack u off
Ill jack u off, jack u off
Ill jack u off, jack u off
Ill jack u off
I only do it for a worthy cause
Viriginity or menopause
Ull have an instant heart attack if I jack u off
If u really really want to be a star
We gotta do it in your mommas car
Naked in a cadillac, Ill jack u off
If we cant find no place to go
Girl, Ill take u to a movie show, we can sit in the back
And Ill jack u off
Ill jack u off, jack u off
Ill jack u off, jack u off
Ill jack u off, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Ill jack u off
Alright say, well put some funk on here
Ill jack u off
If u aint chicken baby, come here
If ure good Ill even let u steer
As a matter of fact, u can jack me off
Yeah, thats right
Ill jack u off, yeah
Ill jack u off
song performed by by Prince
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She's Got The Jack
She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin' and dealin'
Just doin' her thing
She was holdin' a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she'd been dealt with before
Said she'd never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She played 'em fast
And she played 'em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she'd been shuffled before
Said she'd never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin'
From the bottom of the pack
And if I'd known what she was dealin' out
I'd have dealt it back
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, and who knows what else?
She's got the jack, yeah, yeah
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, she's got the jack,
Ooh, It was a bad deal, (Jack)
She gave me the (Jack), hey
She's got the (Jack), she's got the (Jack)
She's got the (Jack), ooh can't you tell
She's got the (Jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack)
(She's got the jack, she's got the Jack)
She's got the jack, she's got the Jack
She's got the jack, you never know!
She's got the jack, she's got the jack
She's got the jack
She's got the jack, and it hurts!
(She's got the jack)
She's got the jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack, jack
She's got the jack
Aaaaaah!
Oooooh!
Thank you, thank you, thank you people, thank you, thank you
I'm glad you like the show, yes, thank you very much folks.
Goodnight and God bless
song performed by by AC-DC
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When I Burn
[ced gee]
Aiyyo kool keith
Man i hooked this beat up just for you in the ultra lab man
So yo i want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin?
[kool keith]
Yeahhh
[ced gee]
Aight man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man
[kool keith]
Word up
[ced gee]
Go for yours, aight do it man, right now
[kool keith]
Aight..
Yo i'm on, with the freaky style
When you wait debate and rate my
Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension
Rise above, amazing days
Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days
Figurin out
Many channels, triggerin out forth
I'm sendin, brains are bendin
Like metal, crust to rust corrode
And low stacks, pick up the was while you ask
How you do it, show me through it
I never knew it, could be done, no way my son
Cause i'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up
Boxin you ducks
Packin em up, cause i burn
[ced gee]
Aiyyo keith man, that was kinda of dope man
But you know what man?
I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh
Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight?
[kool keith]
Yeah i know what you mean, like this right?
[ced gee]
Yeah man
[kool keith]
Aight watch..
Droppin the word to make you think
You're buggin and illin out on, vocab
Connect the ?, then switch it
Changin range easily, steadily
Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down
And sweepin em down
Mc's, all dirt on the floor
Stand back in fact you're wack to prove to me
That you're ready to be and willin to see, rhymes flow
Match and go, deep in your brain so
Step back, and wait before you try
To twist in, another line
Designed to catch ya
You gotta watch 2000 i bet ya, perpetrate
Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo
And let's take your style, use it with mine
Mix it with mine, bring it with mine
And pefect, and let the public elect it
Buyin selected, ducks are corrected
One at a time, each a stack
Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line
To california, i'm breakin on ya
I'm like a psycho, i'm buggin on ya
Once a day, i'm comin your way, to enter your brain
And let a word remain, as a syllable
Stuck deep inside
The more i go on i'll pluck inside
Your skull, and damage your ears
Cause i burn, you know that ced
[ced gee]
Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man
You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh
My man tr love is in the house and uhh
Moe luv's in the house
Awesome two, they in the house
Uhh, who else in the house?
My man paul c, he got the bass pumpin, uhh
Who else? brother kevvy kev, uhh
[kool keith]
Everybody the whole bronx (yeah)
Brooklyn, fort greene, montier posse
[ced gee]
Yeah everybody man
London, st. louis, ahh, we out of here man
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Jumpin Jack Flash
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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One Two, One Two
[kool keith]
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two!
One two one two, one two one two!
I just step and i rap rap
Move and you clap clap
Dance and wiggle, and little feets go tap tap
Over and switch switch, change my pitch pitch
You can get down down, rock with my sound sound
As i rock freak a rhyme, blow up the town town
Mc's in the back, double trouble can learn learn
As i start to burn burn, mc's wait your turn turn
Look at me black black, don't come to me wack wack
I chew em like gum, eat your crew like a snack pack
Walk and i flex flex, check and i stop stop
Beat em on down down, suckers i rock rock
Cling on, swing on, walk and you step step
Pick up your pep pep, build up my rep rep
Move and get smacked smacked, i'm tellin you black black
I told you again, i'm clockin fat knots
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk" -- cypress hill)
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
Continue i flow flow, not stiff and i blow blow
X'll get raw raw, and travel on tour tour
Mc's they get crushed crushed, stomped in the dust dust
Mack-10 tec, every rhyme goes bust bust
Out on the west west, facing your chest chest
Let me go rock rock, people just clock clock
Girls they wet, damp panties and jock jock
Move and i swing swing, to riker's and sing-sing
Knock on your brain, picture bell go ding ding
Mc's that flow flow, i think they all so-so
Like g.i., g.i., kiddie toy named joe joe
Rappers are doodoo doodoo, deep as a voodoo voodoo
Come and don't play play, watch what i say say
Pick up your mic, i'm clockin fat knots
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
X'll get wreck wreck, breakin your neck neck
Your brain is the seed, like a bird i go peck peck
Don't call me no jeff-jeff, keith no sweat sweat
You can be dog dog, cat and my pet pet
As i go woo woo, yo b i'm so smooth smooth
Rhymin like wild bill, strong and i feel feel
Suckers ain't jack jack, jumpin on zapp zapp
Thinkin they funk funk, soft and they punk punk
Like they in jail jail, soft and they swing soft
But i gotta dip dip, you stay off my tip tip
(why?) inside hermin's head, i'm clockin fat knots
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
One two one two, one two one two
One two one two, one two one two
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
("i'm the freaker, the one who freaks the funk")
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Mc Champion
And now..
You're mc champions, ultra-magnetic
"i am sealing off the dimensional window
Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar"
[ced gee]
Ahh yeah
One two, one two
This is agent ble-ced gee
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We in here droppin freestyle rhymes like mc champions
So keith, take it away
[kool keith]
Power compactor, brain distractor
Droppin a bomb, right in your anal connector
Sector, vector, the lyric inspector
X-ray vision, powerful spector
Lexor, mechtor, egor
Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
The rhythm i drop to hit the top to make your swing go pop
As i flow, pick up the micro'
Poem get hypo, tension as original
Lyrical miracle, back to attack one
Black one, white one, green one or blue one
Colorful sweet rhymes, i'm back to do one
Or two of you, three of you, or four of you
Five or six or seven, eleven of you
Wack mc's get back in the last line
And wait on the mic, you think i'm ready to pass mine
Up in the brougham, with clever ability
I know when to sting a brain, just like i'm a killer bee
Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame throw
Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow
Polka-dot mc's, african, indians
Spanish-american, mixed with panamanian
Arabian nubian, speak in siberian
Japanese chinese, and regular mc's
Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures
I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back
Sidewind and rattle like a snake i strike back
I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you
Your company management, the dummy who signed you
To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many
Records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any
Metaphor phrases, things that amazes
Me the next man, no biter or innovator
With lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator
Bitin my style, nibblin on the big jock
With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock
Count the one two three four five
I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome
I'm just a champion
[ced gee]
Ah yeah, yo keith, bust this
I got some freestyle rhymes too
I'ma warm up, then i'ma get deep
Bust it, check this out
Yo
Poetic genius, kickin metaphors
Ced gee is the big boss, makin it better for
A pile of them, mc's again, i'm raggin them
So listen up my friend
I'm rappin the manifest, leapin some blind guess
The type of hype i select, when i rap come correct
My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's lethal
Here's a dose, a taste of my potential
My super menu wind you bend you sends you
To watch a brother like me, continue
Out on the warpath, flashback, sit back
Kick back with that, dope rap attack
Those that can't rap, with that weak rap
Need to get back, and just to add to that
Fact, with words from the knowledge tip
My rhymes are swift, i have the gift
Like hocus-pocus, ced gee, and i'm still on
The mic is loaded with rhymes that flame on
Now you know just what i am creatin
We call it megafunk, a plan stated
I'm verbally passin, rhymes are outlastin
Waxin to smashin and kickin more ass and
With intensity, ced gee has got to be
Schoolin a wannabe, rappers who try to be
Like me, c-e-d
To flow on the mic and show no mercy
I'm a champion, i'm undefeated
My rep is strong, no hype is ever needed
To grow and grow, to grow and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and grow
Rap taller than buckwheat's afro,
I'm a champion
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Poppa Large
I get in shape and do my physical fitness
Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this
Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up
Pick 'em up pimplehead, pick 'em up picky
I roll wit globs and i come real sticky
Ripping the mic, i plug it up in your ears
Crazed and brewer. i'm coming out like beers
Like rheingold, miller, coors, and buds
I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds
Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack
Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back
The funk rhyme to master, blaster
Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
Rap storm, rap form
Rap time, rap rhyme
Rap class, i'm here to fail and to pass
To continue, from the more, hype tip
I roll and rock, rock and roll
Jazz and pop, rhythm and blues
Dance and fusion, pain confusion
Look at the lights, what a night on the town
I'm poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4x)
Now i'm back to funk, freak the funk
Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world
Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
Poppa large looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
Learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch your step though, i'm hype and ripe though
Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho
A ricky ricardo, a guy lombardo
Sporting a ragtop, an el dorado
Step into hollywood, i'm screening the boulevards
The rhymes is gain type, i'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or ace, king or queen, call me the deuce
I'm pouring la juice
Hitting the top, feeling the rim
Getting a trim, i never rhyme like them
On and on, on and on, on and on
Until the break of dawn
I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime
Daytime, switching off to primetime
Specifically, strolling back in the west time
Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme
Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking
Yo, i ain't joking
Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp
Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy
On the microphone
I'm poppa large, big shot on the east coast(4x)
You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
As i flow and grow from head to toe
Seeking a style like john mcenroe
Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand
Like prince and michael coming out wit a big band
The crowd is loud, you can pay as teh manager
Run wit the money, i pull the trigger and damage ya
Boom, taking life more serious
I may sound lyrical and very mysterious
Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more
A son of sam, how could i begin more
Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
You're in living hell, the funk, pound to pound
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out in sighting
Like i'm blackula, a better man that dracula
Spectacular and not irregular
In fact you are speaking impopular
Rhymes are moved and you can't be stop wit the
Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose
That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
Drop the mic, come and turn to page one
Look at the master, my range is higher
My lyrical burns, your brain's on fire
Poppa large, big shot on the east coast(8x)
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Bust The Facts
{"here's a little story that must be told.."}
Ahh yes yes y'all, and you don't stop
{"here's a little story that must be told.."}
You're listenin to the sounds, of the best mc, in the world..
Koooooooooooooool keith! {*echoes*}
{"go off, and go off.."}
[kool keith]
I got a flyer in my hand, bambaataa with cold crush
The place is packed, with johnny wa and rayvon
Lovely ladies smellin sweet, with a lot of avon
Jazzy jay by my side, charlie chase behind me
Flash and theodore, super cuts that blind me
"catch a groove" is the rhythm, spinnin back and forth
From the east and the valley, swingin back up north
Towards the south bronx, euceda park and webster
The speakers are pumpin, power bass is thumpin
With the ultramega amp, keepin pep up, jumpin
From side to side, the double meters'll peak
They had some good mc's, a lot of them, they was weak
They no style with no metaphor, no voice to speak
Melle mel had the best rhymes, rankin with caz
Kool moe tried to get down, but i made him sit down
With that metaphor quickness, you bite and you bit this
Stop and go turn, see the flame and go burn
To ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Seven years later toy you still crusty crust
Your old rhymes are rust, very dirty and dusty
And under your arms you're kickin power and musty
Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll
Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold
While you're listenin, i throw a buzz in your ear
Bust the facts!
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
Now swing your partner around, dosey-dosey
Like musical chairs and ring around the rosie
The party you pace see, kool herc with j.c.
The herculoids battle, the disco twins
Funky rhymes with breakbeats, the dj spins
For the l brothers, steppin right in the scene
Mean gene was maxin, rockin rob went to work
While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk
With the belt drive, technics and b-1's
With the orange light shinin, the red on d-1's
Direct drive and nova, i'm chillin with g.l.o.b.e.
Mr. biggs and pow-wow, monk and superman
Pullin out that olde e, that funky funky 40 ounce
Ikey c from cosmic, the bass bottom bounce
Red alert in the booth, the t-connection to mix
Silly rabbit.. you know my style has trix
To go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn
While i move up step, to the early early morn
With a hip-hop drink and some rhyme popcorn
Never smokin or sniffin or ever jokin or riffin
Because it's time to plex more, and rhyme fantastic
Donald rock and whipper whip, neither rapper was plastic
Back in the days, you had to be so sarcastic
To stretch out a rhyme, and make it double elastic
You learn new jack, step back and be wack
You know what time it is boy, and every mic i smoke
Bust the facts!
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
Later on at the boys club, while tom excel
I got a name for your brain that surely rings a bell
Patti duke had the nice hands, swift with billy boy
Playin james brown records, you stupid you silly boy
Bongo rockin, hard where the rhythm go
You fake and pass, busy bee give and go
To the aj scratch, a funky beat that matched
With a two-second break, that was hard to catch
Dst was mixin, slicin with his elbows
Freakin the wheels, loopin rhymes, here we go
To the master faster, speed up and go faster
Turn my jvc to mega power and blast the
Mario tape, yes the disco king
With the b-side the funky drums, no new jack swing
Happy rappers with polka dots, were bound to get stuck
You had the zulus the nine crew, you're pushin your luck
The casanovas was maxin all scheamin to duck
You had the black spades, plus the savage skulls
Gangbangin was over, neither crew is exist
They got a job and a wife, a pretty woman to kiss
So on the rhymes kept rollin, straight up into disco
Eddie cheeba was sweet g, and back up to cisko
And freaker islam, with the great love squids
Spinnin high-top beats, can you check it, you dig
Kool keith out smokin, my lyrics are hot
Bust the facts!
{"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
{"yes yes y'all.."} {"innovative.."}
{"let's rock, get bigger.."}
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Jack The Idiot Dunce
Whos the fool with the cross-eyed stare,
The turned up nose and moronic glare?
Whos that simpleton standing over there?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Whos that dumb-looking freckle-faced runt?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
He walks like his feet are on back to front,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
When he waddles down the street he looks kind of queer,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce,
Because hes got two left feet and taxi-door ears,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
And when we laugh at the clothes he wears,
Jack just smiles cos he dont care.
Whos that fool? whos that ninny?
Whos that twit? whos that chump?
The idiot dunce, the idiot dunce.
Who is always the bottom of the class?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Whos a fool? whos a boob?
Whos a kook and an ass?
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
When we take examinations he never gets a pass,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
And we all put him down cos he cant think fast,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
We ridicule him and punch him around,
But jack just laughs and stands his ground,
The idiot dunce, the idiot dunce.
Yeah, hes so unco-ordinated.
Yeah, and so disorientated,
And when we have a high school hop
You ought to see that idiot bop
And his arms and his legs
Seem to have minds of their own,
And you dont need brains
To have educated muscles and bones.
Yeah, you ought to see him dance
He moves like hes in a trance,
And when we have a high school hop
You ought to see that idiot rock,
And hes finally proved
That you dont need a high i.q.
To make your body move.
Now hes created a dance that everybodys trying to do.
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Do the idiot dunce.
All right put your finger on your nose,
Now cross those eyes.
Put your hands on your hips,
Now wriggle your backside.
Now youve got the knack
To do the idiot jack
From your head to the tips of your toes.
Now the whole worlds doing it and everybody knows,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Hes a real cool cat and a real gone groove,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
And the girls go crazy when he starts to move,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce
Now jacks a success hes got nothing to prove,
Jack, jack the idiot dunce.
Even though jack is dim
His mother is so proud of him.
Hey, whos that groovy looking dude
Dancing with all the chicks?
The idiot dunce, the idiot dunce.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Prozac
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Im heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son, now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, dont give it up (uh)
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Im real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real cause Im gonna get mine
I roll up on you like eastwood
Im blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood I know youre gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
Go and check it I think its time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so lets test it
Im cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
No slippin, no stonein, I am gettin to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when Im kicking
No tripping, Im hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and theres no dissin
And heres a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
Listen up close and therell be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother Im hear to tear it up
And if you cant get with it, I dont give a fu_k
So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
This here is for the people
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Prozac
Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another vietnam
Im heavy like a holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son, now give me room, give me room
I set it off like this, dont give it up (uh)
Im all up in you till you just cant get enough
Im real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath its for real cause Im gonna get mine
I roll up on you like eastwood
Im blowing up fifteens as Im riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
Im in your grill, peep this - I got the raw deal
And in your jeep cherokee or land cruiser
When youre rolling through the hood I know youre gonna use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So pump the e.q. and let the speakers hum
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
Go and check it I think its time to wreck it
Here I come again with my stuff, so lets test it
Im cool like the ice, or vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin up the mic, I hit you with somethin you can savor
No slippin, no stonein, I am gettin to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
The easy like stylist with a kick when Im kicking
No tripping, Im hitting, so get a good grip in
Get with a style I be using, and theres no dissin
And heres a quick lesson - I carry a smith and wesson
Listen up close and therell be no confusion
Now youre addicted to mentally abusing
Word to the mother Im hear to tear it up
And if you cant get with it, I dont give a fu_k
So run to your crew and tell them I am hear
This here is for the people
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy as a heart attack
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
Its the funky rhyme killer
The dope song thriller
Get your a_s back, before you get caps in ya
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
We gets crazy like prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy have a heart attack
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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Break North
{all samples cut by moe luv are from star wars}
"rebel base.. rebel base"
[keith] ahh yeah, party people live in the place to be
From the civic center in boston, massachusetts
The world famous ultramagnetic mc's comin hard
[c.gee] word up!
[keith] rockin for a standing room only crowd
Of fifty-five million, eight-thousand nine
"rebel base.. rebel base"
[c.gee] like this!
[kool keith]
I got a radio, small and yet portable
Comfortable, with the sound in audio
Kickin, high hats just tickin
Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin.. good
But you know i could
Beat on steel, break tons of wood.. down
With a funky sound
Square mixer, the record is round
And turning, for the million i'm earning
Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning
This, that is supposed to
Grab your ear, and have it move close
To the speakers, so you hear me clearly
I'm out yes, to damage severely
You're very far, and not yet nearly
Expressing them, but you're messing them up
Your bummy rhymes, i'm dressing them up
For the battle win, like a snake i'm rattlin
The red ball with the wooden piece paddlin
Mc's, stop the perpetrating
And step off, release the mic and break north
North north north
[ultra] it's like that y'all
[c.gee] word
[ultra] it's like that y'all
[c.gee] feel it!
[ced gee]
I'm like a merchandise, a customized item
Computer rapper for ducks who wanna bite em
Stand back, watch the man recite em
It took a minute a second for me to write em
And type em and hype em and psych em, up
Change my rhythm, before i get stuck
In an altitude, beyond my own level
I smack rappers, and send em to the devil
On a bus, return em to dust
I start infections, reduce em to pus
I'm on that scanner, and brains i blow out
To old bones, and skulls i throw out
To the backyard, and yes the wackyard
You need a pipe, there's the old crackyard
Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard
Peakin, ced gee i'm speakin
I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin
Words, in the right direction
Add the beats with the lyrics perfection
Stompin, the bass and highs, break north
[c.gee] word up! word - feel it!
[kool keith]
Well i'm rocks, like a chain to a link
I wear black while suckers wear pink
Now think, about my capital law
I break domes, and speak in the raw
I'm iller, a south bronx killer
I chop rappers, and throw em in the river
Tastin, as i swallow your liver
Here's your brain for your girl i can give her
Messages, clues from a murderer
And if she's ugly, i never even heard of her
Telling, bugging detectives
I wear a bag, four contraceptives
And aluminum, wrapped in all foil
I play a game, slick to be oil
For the other roaches, mc's i boil
And roast, mega degrees
I swarm around with a thousand of bees
Absorb earth and the honey from trees
I'm the king bee, my girl's the queen bee
And when you're stung, you never even seen me
Vanish, kool keith here to damage, break north
North, north, north
Word up
Like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all!!!
Yeah, y'all better be ready for some guerilla warfare
"rebel base.."
"biggs, wedge, let's close it up"
"biggs, wedge, let's close it up"
"we're goin in, we're goin in full throttle
That oughta keep those fighters off our back
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Hit The Road Jack
Written by Percy Mayfield
Ah, ah, ah, ah, hey hey hey, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, hey hey hey, yeah
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Hit that road Jack and don't you come back no more
I said baby baby don't treat me so mean
Your the meanest old woman that I ever seen
I guess if you say so I'm gonna have to pack my things and go
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no
more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, yea
Ah, ah, ah, ah, hu-huh, hey hey hey
Ah, ah, ah, ah, uh-huh, hey hey hey
I said baby baby don't treat me this way
I'll get back on my feet someday
I don't care if you do, your just no good
You ain't had no good loving and ....
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, yeah, yeah
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Ah, ah, ah, ah, hey hey hey
Ah, ah, ah, ah, hey hey hey
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Hit that road Jack and don't you come back no more, yeah
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Checkin' My Style
[kool keith]
Yeah you don't have to play this on a tuesday night
But check this out, this is sunday morning in church
With the brother, the godfather
Open up the testaments, and let us read this
This ain't no flintstone and no bedrock type stuff
Check it out
(time to flip the scriptures!)
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Well i keep a style in tomes, on my job and microphone
Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what i give them
Don't flex funky yo, kick it honey step back
Watch when i come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that
Rappers know i'm x, slow down, watch me get stupid open
Dance for the ladies, i strip in chippendale's
Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer
With a brain that spins like kid capri, 33
Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate
My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo doo lyrics
Make a brother say, "keith is out? damn, i wanna hear it"
Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape
Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go
Tell his uncle brother aunt and cousin belle (ding-dong!)
As i rock so well, spankin tail, check the beats
My style is so early, you couldn't catch it on bobbito
As i flaunt and i stretch just like a rubber band, poppin
Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike
I'm long and strong and just like the lincoln tunnel
'father, big up, check it out
Back back, i switch switch, i check check, i know that
Bored as i kick up, you proud of me you know it's me
I got more muscle to flex to show than jodeci
Take off them panties, i turn boyz ii men
Checkin my style, return to zero (4x)
Yeah! we want all them rappers out there
To check they styles and come back and return to zero
(yeah, what you need?)
I don't need, bootsy collins
I don't need, central ?
I don't need, roger troutman
I don't need, zapp
I don't need, junior
I don't need, chic
I don't need, sister sledge
I don't need, pop
I don't need, bohannon
I don't need, led zeppelin
I don't need, anthrax
I just need what i need!
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Give The Drummer Some
[intro]
One two, one two
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We talkin' about givin' the drummer some
You know what, kool keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind
Kool keith:
I'm ready
And now it's my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift
Off... and do my own thing
Switch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up, like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear troop's
And step on my path
I'm willing as a A-1 general
Rhyme enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest in line
I put 'em all behind
Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my
Skill, and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves
And who deserves the right to be king of the screen
And shout wack poetry
What, are you buggin'
Germs that want to law me
Quit it, before i heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin'
For a face I'm slappin'
Gimme applause when hands start clappin'
Now give the drummer some
Ced-gee:
Well I'm Ced
The rhyming force delta
When I enter, you best take shelter
Cuz I'm dope, and yes I will melt a
Anyone who tried to even felt a
Emotion, or thought that they could hang with me
I cut you up, because you are my enemy
On my stage, interfering with my radius
So step back, cuz I'mma start to spray with this
Can, of raid spray
If you're a germ, filthy like AIDS, I'll
Clean, you up with heat
Vapors, scrubbin' and scrubbing
Like a mistake on paper, I'm rubbin'
Erasin' you out like some ink
Cuz you dirty, your rhymes are stink
Like garbage, I hafta put you in a hefty
Or instead, should I just let thee
Weak MC's accumulate like dust
Take out my duster, shine them up and
Teach... them respect
Hook 'em up just like a tape deck
Mono or stereo, cuz I'm a real pro
With a cameo, and not an afro
This beat is funky, I'm not a nympho
You know why?
Then give the drummer some
Kool Keith:
Some rappers are ratin' us
Some are hatin' us
Some are talkin'
Some debatin' us
Critically, but physically my mind is
Self-taught like a rap pro designed us
A matter to burn MC's and toys with
Flame, 500 degrees of
Rhymes, that heat and cook and
Sizzle, your brain is on the grill at
Nighttime, and what about the daytime
I hear the wack ones, they get a lot of play time
Saying they're wack and wastin' my airtime
You're #2 and next in my spare time
Another rhyme has to be controllin'
And for your brain, it must have been stolen
Tookin', yes, taken away
I'm on the court, and I'm fading away with a
Jumper, I shoot a rhyme in your face
Add the points while I rob the bass
Incredible, come in three dimensions
Parallel with the funky extensions
I'm Kool Keith runnin' rap conventions on
Time
Now give the drummer some
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Message From The Source
[c.gee] yo keith that trip was kinda long
[keith] word up ced
Excuse me, aren't you guys ultramagnetic?
[c.gee] word, whassup money?
Yo i just saw that spaceship over there
[c.gee] hahahahaha
Let me ask you somethin
[c.gee] yeah
How much money did you make this year?
[c.gee] yo that's kinda personal money
[kool keith]
You wanna know my business? i got things to do
People to meet, people to see
Very important - matters to turn to
A waste of time for me to try to burn you
And talk a minute, you're not worth a conversation
I speak intelligently, with information
Goin and flowin and showin, you're still growin
Adolescent -- with a childish mind
Your brain is small, plus it's hard to find
I need a microscope, to see a two-cent brain
That don't think, when they rob and steal
And rape and kill -- and murder their loved ones
Now put your brain in the guillotine
Slice up the cold cuts, you're goin nuts in a three-inch cell
You wanna low rate me?
You're better off in hell, feel the flame
Fire burn roast and toast
Let me heat up your skull, while i brag and boast
I keep your brain on stand-by
Cause this message, comin from the source!
Source.. source.. source.. source..
Source.. source.. source.. source..
[ced gee]
Your attention please, come on and let me try this
This beat is funky -- so i just
Made up some rhymes that are hyper than hyperspace
Ced gee will kick bass face and eliminate
Rappers who think quick slick with a few tricks
Can't be quick fixed if they try this
Man, and, aiyyo, i have the right to be
On any stage and mic someone can pass to me
Cause, i'm in there, and i swear
I'm like vladimir, no one best to
Step to me, get to me, or pes-ter me
Confess to me, be guessin me
Adressin me, be less than me, or testin me
Because, it only brings out the best in me
So, yo, here's what we really need to do
Instead of battlin we need to really improve
Our race, and every other race
Bring em together -- and let's face
The problems, that we need to be solvin
People are dyin, starvin, robbin
Bein discriminated from different jobs
And things like that so think about that
We have a tool to use that they call rap
So, yo, let's use it, and not abuse it
And in the long run, we have improved this
Situation and turned into a positive
They doubted this, but we're proud of this
Institution we invented of course
And this message, is comin from the source!
Source.. source.. source.. source..
Source.. source.. source..
Source.. source.. source..
[kool keith]
Once again, i hear your garbage on my radio
Left to right, and comin through my stereo
I turn it off, go off, bug out, show
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Break North '97
[kool keith]
Yeah..
Black mon, come get him served
Black mon, come get him served
Black mon, come get him served
Yeah! live from, the st. nickalaus arena in detroit, michigan
We gon' get busy with fifty-five million thousand people out there
Let the crowd go wild!
One, two, three, four..
[kool keith]
I got a radio, small and yet portable
Comfortable, with the sound in audio
Kickin, high hats just tickin
Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin.. good
But you know i could
Beat on steel, break tons of wood.. down
With a funky sound
Square mixer, the record is round
And turning, for the million i'm earning
Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning
This, that is supposed to
Grab your ear, and have it move close
To the speakers, so you hear me clearly
I'm out yes, to damage severely
You're very far, and not yet nearly
Expressing them, but you're messing them up
Your bummy rhymes, i'm dressing them up
For the battle win, like a snake i'm rattlin
The red ball with the wooden piece paddlin
Mc's stop perpetrating
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
[ced gee]
I'm a merchandise, a customized item
Computer rapper for suckers who wanna bite em
Stand back, watch the man recite em
It took a second a minute for me to write em
And type em and hype em and psych em, up
Change my rhythm, before i get stuck
In an altitude, beyond my own level
I smack rappers, and send em to the devil
On a bus, return em to dust
I start infections, reduce em to pus
I'm on the scanner, with brains i blow out
Your old bones, and skulls i throw out
To the backyard, and yes the wackyard
You need a pipe, there's the old crackyard
Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard
Peakin, ced gee i'm speakin
I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin
Words, in the right direction
I had the beats, for lyrics perfection
Stompin, the bass and highs
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
[kool keith]
Well i'm locked, like a chain to a link
I wear black while suckers wear pink
Now think, about my capital law
I break domes, and speak in the raw
I'm iller, a south bronx killer
I chop rappers, and throw em in the river
Tasting, as i swallow your liver
Here's your brain for your girl i can give her
Messages, clues from a murderer
And if she's ugly, i never even heard of her
Telling, bugging detectives
I wear a bag, four contraceptives
And aluminum, wrapped in all foil
I play a game, slick to be oil
For the other roaches, mc's i boil
And roast, mega degrees
I swarm around with a thousand of bees
Absorb earth and the honey from trees
I'm the king bee, my girl's the queen bee
And when you're stung, you never even seen me
Vanish, kool keith here to damage, break north
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
Break north (break north)
[ced gee]
Another n-house, ced gee product'
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Ain't It Good To You
[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
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The World Is My Oyster
The world is my oyster
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna yeah.
I feel I'm a comin' your the go ahead kind.
You are warmly invited to come inside.
You have five minutes Christians yeah.
It was a joke yeah.
Because I'm a comin yeah, to cut your throat.
yeah give me more.
You are warmly invited to come inside.
You are warmly invited to come inside.
Come inside, come inside, come inside.
Your on your way up.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Gonna jack you up yeah.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Jack right down to Rio.
Lets go boys.
You can build it up like muscle.
You can build it up like hustle yeah.
Build it up.
I can take you higher.
Build it up.
I can take you high.
Build it up.
I can take you higher yeah.
Right on to the sky.
It was a joke.
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna,
Build it up.
I can take you higher yeah.
Right on to the sky.
I gonna take you higher yeah.
Right up there on high.
Swing low
Your on your way up.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Gonna jack you up yeah.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Jack right down to Rio.
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Kool Keith Model Android #406
[c.gee] yo whassup kool keith?
[keith] sup ced gee?
[c.gee] yo man i want you to bust this beat out
Like a rappin android, youknowhati'msayin?
It's on you..
[kool keith]
I'm like a frequency, causing interference
With static, my apperance is dominant
With a prominent intro-duction
I do rhyme construction
Wear my boots, for no interruption
On the microphone, model 4-0-6
2-38, four-thousand five, 81
Seven kilowatts of power
Charging every hour
My earth mission -- i'm here to devour mc's
Toys and predators
Small rappers, fake competitors
I'm bigger, and hard as a rock
Burn through steel, and brains i knock
Like enoch, when i crush and kill
Get ill, in time destroy anyone
Who steps in my radius scanners
As the rhythm advances
My rhyme flow, creating your dances
You follow, increased metaphors
Scan control, your brain is sore
And hurting, while alerting the rest
I got the flames, and melting the best
Of the wack ones, now who is left?
You hear me clear, are you blind or deaf?
Insane, as i go in your brain
Through innertubes, my style remains
Topping, express not stopping
Rap janitor, suckers i'm mopping germs
I'm using pine sol
Ajax, and cans of lysol
For parasites, metropolitan termites
New york city, national invites
East coast, west coast can slow down
Beats per minute, and watch me throw down
Papers, a suitcase with rhymes
For every state, zone and different times i'm attacking
All around the globe
Or is it people, my mind will probe
Through jupiter, and those who are stupider
You must learn as technics turn
I am the fire and brains will burn
And bake, like a tasty cake
I'm leavin scars, and ears will ache
In all sections, i'm causin infections
You're now lost, i'm givin you directions
To my skill, total connections are far
Beyond and out of reach
You are the dog, and i have the leash
To each, yes - every one of you
Step back cause the wizard is back
Kool keith!
[c.gee] model 406, android styles
Yo that was fresh man
[keith] straight to the auditory canal
[c.gee] yo man bust this man
They call me delta force one, all-star
I'ma get some of the next one
Yo moe luv, release the groove over there, c'mon
[keith] aight, t.r. love in effect
[c.gee] yo let's do this man, we out
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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