[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is [C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this is funky? Cause I havin it no other way [Keith] [C.Gee] So bust this, yo I want you to rip this beat apart, on you
[Kool I keep stamina, for a beat that's For you MC's, it's jocketable Bite the notes and quotes, Home as I disrespect you obedients But my correct you like a switch to a mistake I wax all of you, and your ears to ache You need Excedrin, Anacin, And for your brain, what sin stupid Now you your choice You win now you're seein my voice in the flesh, step out your No illusions, in stereo So we go as I step on to you I never knew you but my rhymes go you like acid, I burn your suit off I'm Heat Miser, and you're For any date and you wanna square off My rhymes are clippers, they cut your off the the sides the top above your brain below skull, I step to you cause plastic, my mind is solid steel I make your domepiece spin a windmill Slow, I think time to go I'm not it
Whattup Trev? I'm not it I'm runnin the universe right now
[TR Yeah? Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to
[Ced I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium The Kingdome, an arena or Step off, while I walk on with the rhyme missile, cold blowin ass up For better safety, leave your up Musically, I'm like lye in face I meters with tons of bass You can't take it, the funkier I it With walls, you can't break it Toy boy, you beat the I be a Jetson, like Elroy Blastoff, I pull your out a socket A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it I'm deep fryin, MC's who fell off Recruited as a boy And now the sissy, becomes a scout to rip and lift and shift style to mines on the beat I get unique, rhymes for your feet to shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on to the funky rhythm that I em Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not it Word up, I'm not it man I'm fed up with all this goin on
[TR Yeah I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out So Keith, get it off your
[Kool I'm not that rapper, nobody's equal And for the biter, his will and grow and grow, til he finds out not a pro-fessionally, up to par, myself No comp', I to battle myself by myself, again myself Score myself, on these ass charts How can a fool say he's on the million rappers, my rhymes stop with bombs, the wack ones drop like snowflakes, they turn to My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in parts of New For rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk on the avenue, my are international Covering, smothering I'm brain bustin, so take a quick until your knots start to and go down, and OK But my son, you still obey certain laws, a major is a I pull your skull out, move it a tractor Diesel power, crushin who try to talk and mix and change and bite the of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it