[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is [C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this beat is Cause I ain't havin it no way Word [C.Gee] So bust this, yo I want you to rip beat apart, it's on you
[Kool I keep stamina, for a beat rocketable For you wack MC's, it's the notes and quotes, analysis Home as I disrespect you obedients But my rhymes correct you a switch to a mistake I wax all of you, and leave your to ache You Excedrin, Anacin, medicine And for your brain, better sin stupid Now you picked choice You didn't win now you're seein my in the flesh, out your radio No illusions, in stereo So we go as I step on to you I never knew you but my go through you like acid, I burn whole suit off I'm Heat Miser, and you're For any and time you wanna square off My rhymes are clippers, they cut hair off the back the sides the top above your your skull, I step to you cause plastic, my mind is solid steel I make your domepiece spin a windmill Slow, I it's time to go I'm not it
Whattup I'm not havin it I'm runnin the universe about now
[TR Yeah? Yo Ced Gee, you got to add to that?
[Ced I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole The Kingdome, an or palladium Step off, while I walk on the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up For better safety, leave 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, smooth like Blastoff, I pull your cells out a A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it I'm deep fryin, chicken who fell off as a boy scout 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 on down 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 nonsense 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 average rapper, nobody's And for the biter, his beat and grow and grow, til he finds out not a pro-fessionally, up to par, with No comp', I like to battle by myself, again myself Score myself, on these ass charts How can a fool say on the top? Eight rappers, my rhymes stop with bombs, the wack ones drop like snowflakes, they turn to My voice shakes, causin in Michigan of New York For local rappers, who tryo to hawk on the avenue, my are international Covering, smothering I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin until your start to heal and go down, and OK But like my son, you obey certain laws, a major is a I pull your skull out, move it a tractor Diesel power, MC's who try to and mix and change and bite the lyrics of a master, I'm Keith, I'm not havin it