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
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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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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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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Ease On Down The Road #1
(charlie smalls)
Ease on down
Ease on down the road
Ease on down
Ease on down the road
Ease on down
Ease on down the road
Come on dorothy,
Dont you carry nothing that might be a load
Come on
There it is!
Come on and ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on and ease on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing that might be a load
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing that might be a load
Come on, ease on down, ease on down, down the road
Pick your left foot up
When your right foots down
Come on legs keep movin
Dont you lose no ground
You just keep on keepin
On the road that you choose
Dont you give up walkin
cause you gave up shoes, no
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing that might be a load
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
cause there maybe times
When you think you lost your mind
And the steps youre takin
Leave you three, four steps behind
But the road youre walking
Might be long sometimes
You just keep on steppin
And youll be just fine, yeah
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing that might be a load
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the
Oh, there maybe times
When you wish you wasnt born
And you wake one morning
Just to find that your courages gone
But just know that feeling
Only last a little while
You just stick with us
And well show you how to smile, yeah
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, get em up, ease on down the road
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, get em up, ease on down the road
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Ease On Down The Road (feat. Diana Ross)
Written and Composed by Charlie Smalls.
Come on and-
Ease on down
Ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothin
That might be a load
Come on
Ease on down...ease on down the road
Pick your left foot up
When the right ones down
Come on legs, keep movin
Dont be lose no ground
Just you keep on keepin
On the road that you choose
Dont you give up walkin
Cause you gave up shoes
Ease on down, ease on down the road -- come on
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothin
That might be a load
Come on
Ease on down, ease on down-
Ease... on... down, ease.. on down-
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Cause there may be times
When you think lost your mind--
And the steps you're walkin
Might be long sometime
But just keep on steppin
And you'll be just fine
Ease on down, ease on down the road-
Ease on down, ease on down the road-
Dont you carry nothin
That might be a load
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Ease On Down The Road #2
(charlie smalls)
Come on!
cause there may be times
When you think you lost your mind
And each steps youre takin
Leave you three, four steps behind
cause the road youre walking
Might be long sometimes
But just keep on steppin
And youll be just fine
Ease on down
Ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing
That might be a load
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Ease On Down The Road
Come on and
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing
That might be a load
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing
That might be a load
Come on, ease on down, ease on down, down the road
Pick your left foot up
When your right foots down
Come on legs keep movin
Dont you lose no ground
You just keep on keepin
On the road that you choose
Dont you give up walkin
cause you gave up shoes, no
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing
That might be a load
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
cause there maybe times
When you think you lost your mind
And the steps youre takin
Leave you three, four steps behind
But the road youre walking
Might be long sometimes
You just keep on steppin
And youll just be fine, yeah
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing
That might be a load
Come on, ease on down
Ease on down the road
Well there maybe times
When you wish you wasnt born
And you wake one morning
Just to find your courages gone
But just know that feeling
Only last a little while
You stick with us
And well show you how to smile, yeah
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, goin down, ease on down
Get em up, get em up ease on down
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Angel
girl it's been so long
since i held you in my arms
so i picked up pen and paper
and decided to write you a song
things just ain't the same
since you took your love away
all i have is dark and lonely days
cause the sun don't shine my way
wish that i could find the words to say
to show you love is real
the words just can't express the way i feel
[chorus]
you're my angel
my sun up in the sky
we've been through hell and back together
why you wanna leave me now
only you can ease the pain i feel
and wipe my tears away
won't you fly back home and make me whole again
baby not a day goes bye
that i don't want to cry
when i think of what we had
how you walked out of my life
all i had was yours to take
till my heart you chose to break
still wish that i could make love to you
just one more time for old times sake
if only i could find the words to say
to show you love is real
the words just can't express the way i feel
[chorus]
you're my angel
my sun up in the sky
we've been through hell and back together
why you wanna leave me now
only you can ease the pain i feel
and wipe my tears away
won't you fly back home and make me feel whole again
come back home
come back home
cause without you here beside me
my house is not a home
only you can ease the pain i feel
and wipe my tears away
won't you fly back home and make me whole again
you're my angel
my sun up in the sky
we've been through hell and back together
why you wanna leave me now
only you can ease the pain i feel
and wipe my tears away
won't you fly back home and make me whole again
you're my angel
my sun up in the sky
we've been through hell and back together
why you wanna leave me now
only you can ease the pain i feel
and wipe my tears away
you've been gone too long so won't you come back home
song performed by by Dru Hill from Enter The Dru
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Watch Me Now
watch me now"
"watch me now"
[k.keith] watch me..
"watch me now"
[ced gee] yo kool keith, why everybody gotta watch you?
[kool keith]
Well i'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better, but some don't believe me though
But i'm a pro in hot material
On your walkman, box or any stereo
Uno, dos not quatro
Spanish girls, they like to call me pancho
On the mic, innovating this pat-ter-en
You fell off, your brain is on sa-tur-en
Take steps, and climb my ladder-and
Climb... climb, climb
Pace the rhythm, and clock the time
That i leave, come back on beat
Different, telling and selling
Like a skyjet, plane propelling
But dwelling, deep in your skull
My rhyme shines, and yours is dull
Like dirt, it hurt to be wacker
But instead, i'll grab a big stack of
Wack mc's, lay em down like tile
Scrap and garbage, germs i'll pile
To keep clean, i'm in a movie scene
Ears turn, and needles lean
To cut scratches, in a part that matches
I'm leavin eyes, and brains with patches
Stuck, so push my luck
For any roach, or mc duck
Just watch me
"watch me now"
[ced gee] word up, watch me now, suckers!
"watch me now"
[tr love] yo ced gee, why everybody gotta watch you?
[ced gee]
Because..
I'm livin large, my record's on the radio
Everyday, you hear me, your stereo
Rappin hard, with lots of volume
You hear static, well use your fine tune
Knob, to tune me in better
Cause i'm ced gee, and i would never let a
Wack mc g off with style
Touch my mic, rip and smile
Like a duck, you know you are a soft punk
Livin pink, your material sucks
Liver and worse than you can imagine
You best run, cause i'ma put a badge in
Your brain, so you can see the real time
Grab a pen, and write down my rhyme
And learn it and learn it and learn it, until it sinks
Inside your skull and you're no longer pink
But red, cause now you are a biter
Learnin from me, so i guess that is oreida
Except if you try to be the original
Rhyme imperial, the exceptional gee
Sometimes i rhyme offbeat, awkward
But different with the rhythm
Back and forth one two and then i give em
A chance to see the world's greatest mc
Just watch me
"watch me now"
[ced gee] word up, you gotta watch me now
"watch me now"
[ced gee] moe love, you needs to groove
{a funky horn break}
[kool keith]
I'm continuing! back and forth
Your brain spins, facing north and
South and west, not east at a angle
But mines dangle, where's your kangol?
It seems weird, your head is triangle
Like a mango, somethin i snack on
A soft duck, somethin i smack on
Everyday, when i come outside
You step back, stay inside
Your house, while you look out your window
Your girl screams, where kool keith go?
Walkin, while punks keep talkin
Annoyin me, mc's hawkin
On the stage, any time
I'm cold chillin, i'm wearin the rhymes
To keep warm, with the beat that's playin
You hear me now, you know what i'm sayin
To you, you and you
Your whole organization and crew
Just watch, as i enter your mind
Decorate, and paint my sign
I'm hazardous, so scatter this around
I'm kool keith, knockin mc's down
Just watch me, and him
[ced gee]
Rhythm with madness, i had to have this
Chance to rock again so you can hear this
Over and over and over, until i'm finished
Hey but i'm not, so here's the rhythm
A rap beat step beat keep feet happy
As we gradually slowly we'll teach
All, how to rap, i will attract
All the def girls smack the ugly ones back
And sit, as i chill, i'm drinkin moet
Expensive champagne cause ced gee is a poet
Rappin and teachin, reachin levels higher
Don't wanna be king, so don't call me sire
But instead, a scientist, with the breakthrough
My rap is funky, it can relate to
You, him, her, your little brother
His older sister, your baby's mother
Cousins, aunts, your whole family
In other words, ced gee, i'm absolutely
The best producer, at makin rap music
I know how to use it, so just watch me
"watch me now"
[tr love] yo, this is tr love, tellin y'all to watch us
"watch me now"
[tr love] germs! and we out
"watch me now" (6x)
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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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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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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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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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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Comfort In Sound
We fall right in and suffer the sins
Try to pull things round when the air starts to thin
We nurse regrets, restricted in our own belief
A new disease
We shake new hands, the victims of fate
We tread new ground misfortune conveys
You tear yourself apart
Wishing to be born again
A different man
(chorus)
Comfort in sound
Its all around
Ease back the strain
Come heal your pain
Comfort in sound
Its all around you now
Comfort in sound
We suffer love together as one
An empty heart with nowhere to turn
We find ourselves looking back another way
A brand new day
(chorus)
Comfort in sound
Its all around
Ease back the strain
Come heal your pain
Comfort in sound
Its all around you now - yeah
Solution gone, emotions ablaze
A life so strong just faded away
You find yourself searching for a quick release
A new belief
(chorus)
Comfort in sound
Its all around
Ease back the strain
Come heal your pain
Comfort in sound
Its all around you now
Comfort in sound
song performed by by Feeder
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Why Do You Think They Call It Dope?
Warning, MC's stand back
You better take a chill and observe the skill
of the man who can, so understand god damn
I got a masterpiece a master plan and a brand new
way to attack the wack cut 'em down to size
to realize LL's back
Don't sleep I'm too sweet to repeat a beat
a lyric or rhyme I wouldn't waste your time
with weak words, that's for nerds, you never heard a rhyme
So you deserve a line rougher than rough enough is enough
I'm, gonna slaughter choke ya smoke ya like a sauna
You don't really wanna
But if you wanna battle on here's a lesson: stop 'fessin
I'm a lethal weapon, you better get to steppin
off the stage, and outta my face
You're too light ?? save the bass
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
It seems like people-'ll never understand
On the microphone I'm not your average man
I cool out sometimes, I save my best rhymes
and then the toy boy thinks that he can come and get mine
Let your friends gas him up, talk trash and make bets
then gets played like those kids who tried to rob Goetz
You don't know what I'm sayin? Yo check it
Give me any microphone and god damnit I'll wreck it!
I'm coldblooded I'm about to mutilate
Last year before I left I told you to wait
But you couldn't stay loyal started goin astray
Thinkin Tom, Dick, and Harry can mess with Cool J
Is you crazy? I'm boomin, got the talent of two men
The stamina and skill in battle to kill a few men
The heart of a lion, the loyalty of a soldier
I wreck your whole mob then tell ya I told ya!
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Cause I don't jab around you, I come inside
Bob and weave, deceive until you get tongue tied
Brawl for all give a lyrical display
and next time you know better than to get in my way
"Yo whassup wit LL?
Will he ever make another 'Rock the Bells'?"
Yo brothers is comin up, "I think he's fallin off
I don't think he's still 'hard as hell'"
See, this is the attitude, of ignorant ones
cause they don't know, all them MC'sll get done
One or two might say, "Yo L'll be back"
but the rest they be suckin on SUGAR SMACKS
Talkin that crap about who's better than me
You think so? Just let a MC
make me mad enough, to really wanna battle
I put a L on his ass like he was cattle!
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Just cause I make a love song, or say a simple rhyme
"Boom, move over L, it's Miller Time"
I don't know whether to laugh, get ill or get wild
Cause brothers don't realize, I got so many styles
like triplin up the words, confusin all the nerds
Heard put my sights on mics and ?? flippin above the word
to the mother, no other
MC brother, can mess with Ladies Lover
I'm original, I'm bright under color
And when I get on the mic, yo I burn rubber
Can't stand criticism, give 'em an exorcism
Been rockin for years, now I have wisdom
The way I'm kickin the lines you can hear my tongue twist
and it'll have your neck spinnin like you're spineless
I'm pickin 'em up, throwin 'em down
Hypin 'em up and slowin 'em down
All of these words with only one tongue
Shakin 'em up and then bakin 'em up
Smash boom bash scrapin 'em up
Now you thought that was hard, I just begun
Cause I'm a roll on the microphone
And take control just like Al Capone
I'm notorious, you're foolish if you sleep on me
Cause I'm too slick to let a rapper get sweet on me
Try to make a move for my heavyweight belt
You get played like the Wizard of Oz witch, you melt
Yo I'm crazy dope, with super hype lines
and a lot of hype lines make one dope rhyme
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Cause that's what it is
Why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you why do you think they call it dope?
Why do you think they call it dope?
[cutting and scratching "Straight from Queens" to the end]
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Attitude for justice
I am at ease to hate but tense when hated.
I am at ease to love but tense when rivaled.
I am at ease to seek but tense when rejected.
I am at ease to cuckold but tense when cuckolded.
Can there be attitude for justice?
11.0.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ease On Down The Road #3
(charlie smalls)
Oh, there may be times
When you wish you wasnt born
And you wake one morning
Just to find your courage gone
But just know that feelin
Only lasts a little while
You just stick with us
And well show you how to smile!
Ease on down, ease on down the road
Come on ease on down, ease on down the road
Eese on down, ease on down the road
Dont you carry nothing
That might be a load
Come on ease on down, ease on down the road
Eese on down, ease on down the road
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Funky
* {intro talking by ultra left out}
[kool keith]
I brought a band, sam is on trombone
He's blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get with it
Take off your coat, meditate, let your brain compel
Just think as the beat excels to your eardrums
Cause cells to numb and freeze while i break off at ease
Real smooth, combined the piano
My voice nasal, no soprano is needed
To get overheated and burn while the technics' turn
For the u-l, the t, the r-uh-a
You got a copy? watch the record play
Bite more...spin it every day
You wake up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me
But let me tell you straight, i know you hear me
And when i'm on the stage you just cheer me up another level
Down below i'm throwin' with the devil in a cage
I'm on the rampage, you need a number? wanna know my age?
Psyche! i carry a magnum
Other groups - i only will rag them, and wait
While you debate i hesitate, observe your wack styles
You been rappin', talkin' for miles about nothin'
Cos you don't amaze me, i'm like a game, everyone plays me
Regular, extended to the bonus, for some of you
I think you should've known this was funky...
[ced gee]
Understand the sounds you're listenin'
It's a band, with nitroglycerin
One with horns and trumpets, i've really pumped this
Track up cos i knew i must get you to dance across the floor
Plus give myself more of this beat, then teach
All of you how to really reach your peak
And don't have a seat, cos while the bass hits harder
My snare drum's never weak, hi-hats used real funky
You get freaky, weakly groovin' to the beat real neatly
So try to devote your-self to ultra-magnetic
Pick up my sculptured phonograph copy
It's not sloppy, ax your girl, she called me poppy
That was ceddie, not eddie, i'm ready
I'm not confetti, nor spaghetti
But instead i'm great because i create
The lyrics that match the pitch of my bass
Kick drum, syndrum, no hi-hats are needed
While ced gee gets overheated
And rough as i switch to matter in which
Combined with rhythm i can't miss
Yo, this track is funky, man...
song performed by by Ultramagnetic Mc's
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Ruler Of My Heart
Ruler of my heart
Robber of my soul
Where can you be?
I wait patiently
My heart cries out
Pain inside
Where can you be?
I wait patiently
When you're alone
Going gets rough
Come back, come back, come back baby
I've had enough
Make me a queen
Happy again
Hear my cry
And ease my pain
--- instrumental break ---
When you're alone
Going gets rough
Come back, come back, come back baby
I've had enough
Make me a queen
Happy again
Hear me cry
And ease my pain
--- Humming to the end ---
song performed by by Norah Jones
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Phunky Rhymes
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.
Bmi.
Drums: steve williams
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
I draw my rhymes like a bow
Shoot em out like an arrow.
Swoopin on suckers like an eagle not a sparrow
Im walkin a wide path.
I never ever walk it narrow
Steppin on stage with funky hip hop apparel.
I got the funky rhymes
Sometimes they leave ya scared bro.
Its like lookin down a shotgun barrel
Pump up the sounds to the max.
As if ya dare yo, my groove is dope
An I hope that youre prepared so,
Give it up smooth cuz the ice is got it sewed up
The bum rush is on, an vanillsa gonna blow up
Dead in your grill - loc.
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies,
An ya know I got funky rhymes.
I got the rhymes thats pumpin
Keeps the jeeps bumpin
Sounds thats thumpin
Women wanna jump in
I ride down many streets
Rockin all the big beats
My albumss on the top
With a bullet for many weeks
This is how its done - see
Doin it for my fnas g
Doin it for dallas an everybody in miami
Thought I was down with luke
No but heres the scoop
You make all your loot -
But ya cant even pay your group
Well man thats straight wacked!
In fact, I hate that
Watch yourself cuz ya might get paid back
All this funky dope stuff
Im kickin it real fly - hops
This is how its done homies
An ya know I got funky rhymes
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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