[Keith] Yo Ced? This beat is funky [C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this beat is Cause I havin it no other way [Keith] [C.Gee] So this, yo Keith I you to rip this beat apart, it's on you
Keith] I keep stamina, for a that's rocketable For you wack MC's, it's the notes and quotes, analysis Home pissed as I disrespect you But my rhymes you like a switch to a small I wax all of you, and leave ears to ache You need Excedrin, Anacin, And for your brain, what better sin Now you picked choice You didn't win now seein my voice in the flesh, out your radio 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 your whole suit off I'm Miser, and you're Rudolph For any date and time you wanna off My rhymes are clippers, cut your hair off the back the the top above your brain your skull, I step to you cause you're plastic, my mind is solid I make your domepiece spin a windmill Slow, I think it's to go I'm not it
Whattup I'm not havin it I'm the universe about right now
[TR Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to that?
[Ced I a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium The Kingdome, an or palladium off, while I walk on stage with the missile, cold blowin your ass up For better safety, leave mask up Musically, I'm like lye in your I meters with tons of bass You can't it, the funkier I make it brick walls, you can't break it Toy boy, you the Noyd I be a Jetson, smooth Elroy Blastoff, I your cells out a socket A twelve gauge rhymes I gotta cock it I'm fryin, chicken MC's who fell off as a boy scout And now the sissy, becomes a scout Tryin to rip and lift and shift to mines on the wack-ass I get unique, write rhymes for your to shuffle, watch your scuffle on down to the rhythm 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 chest
Keith] 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, with 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 million rappers, my stop with lyric bombs, the ones drop snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes My shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan parts of New For local rappers, who tryo to hawk on the avenue, my are international Covering, worldly I'm brain bustin, so take a quick until your knots to heal and go down, and OK But my son, you still obey certain laws, a major is a I your skull out, move it with a tractor Diesel power, MC's who try to talk and mix and and bite the lyrics of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not it