[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is [C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why beat is funky? I ain't havin it no other way [Keith] [C.Gee] So bust this, yo I want you to rip this apart, it's on you
[Kool I keep stamina, for a beat that's For you wack MC's, jocketable the notes and quotes, analysis Home pissed as I disrespect you But my correct you like a switch to a small I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache You need Excedrin, Anacin, And for brain, what better sin stupid Now you your choice You didn't win now you're my voice in the flesh, step out radio No illusions, back in So here we go as I on to you I never you but my rhymes go through you acid, I burn your whole suit off I'm Heat Miser, and you're For any date and time you square off My are clippers, they cut your hair off the the sides the top above your brain below skull, I step to you cause you're plastic, my is solid steel I make your domepiece spin a windmill Slow, I think time to go I'm not it
Trev? I'm not havin it I'm runnin the about right now
[TR Yeah? Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to
Gee] I tell a of rappers, I need a whole stadium The Kingdome, an or palladium Step off, I walk on stage with the missile, cold blowin your ass up For better safety, your mask up Musically, I'm like lye in face I drown with tons of bass You can't take it, the funkier I it With brick walls, you can't it Toy boy, you the Noyd I be a Jetson, like Elroy Blastoff, I pull cells out a socket A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta it I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off as a boy scout And now the sissy, a girl scout Tryin to rip and and shift style to mines on the wack-ass I get unique, write rhymes for feet to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down to the funky that I give em Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it up, I'm not havin it man I'm fed up with all nonsense goin on
[TR Yeah I see a lot of things gettin out of out here So Keith, get it off your
[Kool I'm not that average rapper, nobody's And for the biter, his will grow and and grow, til he finds out not a pro-fessionally, up to par, myself No comp', I like to battle by myself, compete myself Score myself, on these ass charts How can a fool say on the top? million rappers, my rhymes stop with bombs, the wack ones drop like snowflakes, turn to cornflakes My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan parts of New For local rappers, ducks who to hawk on the avenue, my rhymes are Covering, smothering I'm brain bustin, so take a quick your knots start to heal and go down, and OK But like my son, you still laws, a major is a factor I pull your skull out, it with a tractor power, crushin MC's who try to talk and mix and change and bite the of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it