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
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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..
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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
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Ced-gee
hello!"
"ced gee, champion"
"hello! i'm back again"
"ced gee, champion"
[ced gee]
I'm a radar, sendin message to competitors
Eliminating, another predator
From the face, of the earth
Not the first to feel the wrath, of my curse
Competing, just like david and goliath
My rhyme's a slingshot, and yes they triumph
Over the weak, minds, who claim they giants
I'm more defiant, while you're relyin
On, your weak rhymin with connectors
But i'm ced gee, the rhymin inspector
Delta force, number one, omega supreme soundwave
Bringing your dreams to reality
And by the formality of thoughts
Yes, atomic of course
You steppin to me, you take a loss
Radical, the replication of a quasar
A pulsar, immense to suplicate
Crush a germ, then further eradicate
Destroy, which means to eliminate
Wipeout, remove, erase, and annhilate
Suckers, crews to soloists
You need a barricade, my rhyme's a hand grenade
Blowing up your brain, techniques astonishing
Just like endust, my rhymes are polishing
Rappers, cause to me you're like furniture
Dusty old and gray, and i'ma cleanse your soul
Rap to take control
I'm ced gee, and i'm on a roll
My name's the delta
"ced gee, a champion"
"ced gee, a champion"
Back to take control as i begin
To rip this mic apart, from end to end
Combine the rhyme that's mines to make em blend
Produce a beat that's dope
I hope you smoke the dope i wrote i quote
I made your brain choke - you need an antidote
Of, rhymes, just like funky potions
It killed your membranes, so now you're hopin
That you can become, another intellect
But you're a dummy, your rhymes can't connect
Metaphors, cause your style is very basic
You leave traces, you have no aces
Jacks, kings or queens, or even deuces
I'm like spades, you can't renege this
Ultramagnetic style of rhythm
Brain combustion, is what i give em
To make them shake and hesitate and make mistakes
To stay awake cause the gee stands for great
Man, reachin my apex
The more i climb, some rappers hate that
Twist and change the way i rearrange their brains
Cause i'm the delta
"ced gee, a champion"
"ced gee, a champion"
"ced gee.. a champion
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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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
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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)
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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Let It Grow
(by eric clapton)
Im standin at the crossroads
Tryin to read the signs
To tell me which way I should
Go to find the answer
And all the time I know
Let your love and let it grow.
Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun and in the snow
Love is lovely, let it grow.
Lookin for a reason
To check out on my mind.
Its so hard to find a
Friend that I can count on.
Theres nothin left to show,
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
Time is gettin shorter
And theres much for you to do,
Only askn you will get what you are needin,
The rest is up to you.
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Kool Keith Housing Things
[kool keith]
Well i'm sonically, high bionically
For you dummies, ironically stupid
What are you, cupid?
You steal my rhymes, and then you loop it
Wrong! back this way
Follow me now, head this way
Into this, while i rap on through this
For many germs, who never knew this
Switches, upside down
Turn around, look in the mirror
You rap catchers are makin a error
Every inning, i'm back to the dugout
You on the field, i'm ready to bugout
Like a manager, smackin up your team
Male or female, ducks who dream
Of takin me, on the mic and makin me
Rack up, mc's i stack up
Foreign precinct rappers need to back up
Quickly, i'ma rip your brain off
Throw it down so the blood can drain off
My hands, while i wave to a fan
I'm kool keith, not a bill or a dan
But a general, equal to a mineral
Pushin a crowd, to keep on dancin
I'm housing things
{moe love cuts up "kool keith"}
[kool keith]
Now i'm back, to continue my verses
I'm never screamin loud with any curses
Rougly, that a child can learn
I teach kids, and ducks that burn
With a flamethrower, and how do you show a
A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower
Twice, into golden wheat
Ground the rest into moldin meat
And cook em, til they all well done
They not ready, they don't smell done
Like fish, it ain't my favorite dish
I grab a steak and to battle i wish
A coke mc or pepsi i'll sip up
Drop your face and bring the other lip up
Watch, while i stun and amaze you
Kick out lyrics that truly'll daze you
I'm your boss, the one that pays you
Nine to five, all ducks are hired
And when i come mc's are fired
No pay, no way today
You're an employer with nothin to say
But i can say, one thing for sure
I'm housing things
{moe love cuts up "kool keith"}
[kool keith]
I think it's pitiful, that you had taunted me
Your girl sulkin, she wanted me first
Before you was thought about
Back in the days, when i taught about
Science, the real construction
No other solo team or production
Did that, or got with that
I play brain ball usin a bat
To your skull, smack it out the park
I rhyme bright, and you're in the dark
With shadows, hallucinating battles
To compel, the capital k, as in kool
Combined in keith
Rap metal is terminal chief
And joy, squashin the beef
On time. and my mic will stay on
For any roach or germ who wanna pray on
A weakness, but my uniqueness
Has a way to show that i'm slicker
Creating rhymes, you have to be, quicker
And versatile on the microphone
I'm kool keith, cold housing things
And i'd like to say whassup to my man, father mashon
And also my brother kevvy kev, ced gee, moe love, tr
And my man i god, paul c, public enemy and the jungle brothers
Peace, i'm outta here
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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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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Now That Youre Gone
(bernard edwards/nile rodgers)
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
Im living my life all alone
Or hit by a blow
To my pride
But Im doing ok
I wont let you see
What this has done to me
I guess Ill just take it in stride
Come what may
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
How can one do what should be done by two
I guess thats a crazy question to ask
I might seem happy
But dont be fooled by my appearance
Make no mistake
Im just wearing a mask
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
My nights grow long
Now that youre gone
My nights grow long
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Ease Back
Say what (yea) now ease back
To the rear, you hear
Eardrums drown, the bass pound
Really stupid, we gonna loop this
? scoop it, is that we rock it
While ducks jock this
Biting and writing and fighting for this
Beats and wax, rhymes are facts
Biting acts
How we did it, for this one, that one
Biters around, check out the sound
In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em
In fact you lack
(ultramagnetic) skills
'cause your record's no frills
Here's your bill now ease back
Ease back
(kool keith)
I'm back
Back to smack attack
Those who wack and lack my experience
On the microphone holding my own ground
Dominating forces
Change the sources, punks takes losses
Enough cause it's me on the mic
Feeding on words, small like a nerd
Haven't you heard this change of rhyme
Continuing the land of time
For my incredible, highly elevated
Smooth in the mind, more sophisicated
Motivated, as i relate it verbal
Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbel
I bought a saab, a 1990 turbo
Shining, fog lights in the front
I'm by myself, no seats for a stunt
'cause i want it like that, i got it like that
I have it like, i need it like that
It's better like that, i made it like that
I bought it like that, i'm living like that
For you wack mc's
Who go on the mic and blow on the mic
And perpetrate frauds and making mistakes
Like an amateur but i'm a 20 year veteran
And better than, including the rest of them
I chew 'em all and spit out the best of them
One by one, i'm teaching my son
To ease back
Ease back
(seth g)
What's up, it's me again
I'm seth g wit a funky blend
Of beats and rhymes on time wit my dj
He's not weak wit anything he plays
Rocking, slicing, rep is treacherous
Like a professor, he had perfected this
Simple potion, through devotion
Wit his blends, his motions and fastly approaching
Coasting, reaching higher levels
So when you see 'em, you best say hello
I'm a take out a knife,pen and paper and write
A rhyme so dope you can't think, can't cope
Ducks, who are you really kidding
You say you're dope, well you're admitting
That you can't compete because you're rhymes are weak
Full of more nonsense, past tense, incomplete
Weap and learn a new rap style
From seth g, the wizard of know how
An innovation, elevation, psyching the nation
When i ease back
Ease back
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Ego Trippin'
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the ultra-magnetic, mc's!
[keith] say what, peter piper?
[c.gee] to hell with childish rhymes!
[keith] cause this jam is just movin
[c.gee] the crowd is steady groovin
[keith] to a supersonic pace
[c.gee] with highs and stupid bass
[keith] with some pep
[c.gee] and the step
[ultra] cause the beat is so funky the pace is well kept
Cause we're..
"ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} "mc's"
Kool keith!
[kool keith]
They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm
That a baby can pick up, and join, right with them
But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic
Youse a nerds that returns, at least, not poetic
On a educated base, intelligent wise
As the record just turn, you learn, plus burn
By the flame of the lyrics which cooks the human brain
Providing overheating knowledge, by means causing pain
Make a migraine, hated yourself, start to melt
While the technics spin, the wax is on the belt
Motivating clockwise the more you realize
Moe love's moving steady, by most, with everready
Like a battery, charged, i'm worth the alkaline
Yes the mystery to solve, so seek and define
These words i've given, extremely now driven
With a datsun, a maxima to glide
Yes the wizard kool keith and i'm sportin my ride
Cause we're
"ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} "mc's"
Ced gee!
[ced gee]
Usin frequencies and data, i am approximate
Leaving revolutions turning, emerging chemistry
With the precise implications, acheived, ??
Explorating demonstrating, ruling, dominating
Igniting causing friction with nu-clear alarms
Seperates competing biters from me, the scientist
As i execute, lyricist, known as predators
When by strippin high potents and mak-in penicillin
I will surely sort out, and stomp, every pest
Oh the rampaging paramedic, ? is my title
To inform other worlds of such, a hellacaust
Quick serve as a purpose, preparing first aid
With medical utensils, the wizard ced gee
Is advanced with elevation, astonishing with rhythm
Cause we're
"ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic}
"mc's ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} "mc's"
Moe love!
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Raise It Up
Intro: kool keith
Yeah... yo don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And i want some... old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare
Verse one: kool keith
They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go x x
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carjack of spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like i used to be on critical beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write em
They say yo keith, yo kool, you usin big words
I went to college, i'm even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if i have to pull a black smith and wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I get atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom i'm in my own world
Galaxy raised! powerful
Chorus:
Raise it up (8x)
Verse two: ced g
Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Yo money grip money grip, now this ain't no ego trip
Now back in the days and we used to use elevation
And then the people said "what's up, with ultramagnetic?
Yo they sound kind of crazy, kool keith is a psycho
Ced g is a scientist, the lyrics are hyper"
Creating a fusion, of sampling hits
We all came down just to be distinctive
Some rappers complex, but they can't see the music
We show orchestration, and with funky prevention
It was different and black, and it caused devestation
Gotta new bag, signed a deal with wild pitch
Now we're back on the street, with the flavor you missed
So get with the program, ultra hot off your real high
I know i'm a real pro, like michigan fab 5
Runnin and shootin, for me alley-oopin
Is makin an album, with big distribution
Promote it and hype it, make up posters then snipe it
Raise it up!
Chorus
Interlude: announcer
Ladies and gentlemen, live from flatbush brooklyn
I bring to you tonight, the godfather don
From the orphans...
("hit it!")
Verse three: godfather don
Lookin down the barrel of a gun is no fun
So for some, i rum-pum-pum and flip, like a tongue
Of young dragon, with the force and ten sacks of buddah
To wax a crew of jacks and looters, even your hoe i shoot her
In the face, with the mother-uffin bass
Now taste the venom of the ish that i sent em
And foes, that doze, i chew em like gristle
Wipe my mouth with tissue, there's no issue
I'm first print, mint, check the wizard
The force of my blast, blow em like a tec in a blizzard
Now what is it? exquisite physics to stain your brain
When they visit cardiovascular masterer, words are massacred damn
I got beats rhymes tanks gats includin ultra
Check the loop, snoop low we do ya like a vulture
Back in the days, there was just beef and knuckles
Nowadays, a beatdown consists of some clips
My oowop, rips with abandon at random
Whiff, you be ghost, like michael landon
When i bust amazing nuts you play the cut
The father's ultra paid, i raise it... up
Chorus: repeat 2x
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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
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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.."}
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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
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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