[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? beat is funky [C.Gee] Word up Kool you know why this 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 stamina, for a beat that's rocketable For you MC's, it's jocketable Bite the and quotes, analysis pissed as I disrespect you obedients But my rhymes correct you like a to a mistake 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 your No illusions, back in So here we go as I on to you I never knew you but my go through you like acid, I burn your suit off I'm Heat Miser, and Rudolph For any date and you wanna square off My are clippers, they cut your hair off the back the sides the top above your below skull, I step to you cause you're plastic, my mind is steel I make your domepiece like a windmill Slow, I it's 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 crowd of rappers, I need a whole The Kingdome, an arena or Step off, I walk on stage with the rhyme missile, blowin your ass up For better safety, leave your up Musically, I'm lye in your face I drown meters with tons of You can't take it, the funkier I it With brick walls, you can't it Toy boy, you beat the I be a Jetson, like Elroy Blastoff, I pull your cells out a A twelve with rhymes I gotta cock it I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off Recruited as a boy And now the sissy, becomes a girl to rip and lift and shift style to mines on the wack-ass I get unique, write rhymes for feet to shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on to the funky rhythm 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 this nonsense on
[TR I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out here So Keith, get it off your
Keith] I'm not average rapper, nobody's equal 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 to battle myself by myself, compete again myself, on these weak ass charts How can a fool say on the top? Eight rappers, my rhymes stop with lyric bombs, the ones drop snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes My voice shakes, causin in Michigan of New York For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk on the avenue, my rhymes are Covering, worldly I'm brain bustin, so a Bufferin quick until your knots to heal and go down, and OK But my son, you still obey laws, a major is a factor I pull skull out, move it with a tractor Diesel power, MC's who try to talk and mix and change and the lyrics of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it