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And now..
You're MC Champions,

"I am off the dimensional window
Closing the in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar"

Gee]
Ahh
One two, one two
is agent Ble-Ced Gee
Ultramagnetic's in effect
We in here droppin freestyle like MC Champions
So Keith, it away

[Kool
Power compactor, distractor
Droppin a bomb, right in anal connector
Sector, vector, the inspector
vision, powerful spector
Lexor, Mechtor,
Ah yes yes y'all, and you stop
The rhythm I drop to hit the top to your swing go pop
as I flow, pick up the
Poem get hypo, as original
lyrical miracle, to attack one
Black one, white one, green one or one
Colorful sweet rhymes, I'm to do one
or two of you, of you, or four of you
Five or six or seven, of you
MC's get back in the last line
And wait on the mic, you I'm ready to pass mine
Up in the Brougham, clever ability
I know when to a brain, just like I'm a killer bee
Hittin em hard the rhyme as the flame throw
Hardcore, softcore, and even the
Polka-dot MC's, African,
Spanish-American, mixed Panamanian
Nubian, speak in Siberian
Japanese Chinese, and MC's
Preachers, teachers, and negative
I roll and kick a rhyme, you your mic back
Sidewind and rattle like a I strike back
I chew your and, the monkey behind you
company management, the dummy who signed you
To pick up the but the hype ain't sellin many
records and tapes cause your rap ain't any
metaphor phrases, things that
me the man, no biter or innovator
lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator
Bitin my style, on the big jock
rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock
Count the one two three five
I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your
I'm a CHAMPION

[Ced
Ah yeah, yo Keith, this
I got some freestyle too
I'ma up, then I'ma get deep
it, check this out
Yo
Poetic genius, metaphors
Ced Gee is the big boss, it better for
a pile of them, again, I'm raggin them
So listen up my
I'm rappin the manifest, leapin blind guess
The type of hype I select, when I rap come
My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's
Here's a dose, a taste of my
My super menu you bend you sends you
to watch a brother like me,
out on the warpath, flashback, sit
back with that, dope rap attack
Those that can't rap, with that rap
Need to get back, and just to add to
fact, with words from the tip
My rhymes are swift, I have the
hocus-pocus, Ced Gee, and I'm still on
The mic is with rhymes that flame on
Now you just what I am creatin
We it megafunk, a plan stated
I'm verbally passin, are outlastin
Waxin to smashin and kickin ass and
intensity, Ced Gee has got to be
schoolin a wannabe, who try to be
like me,
To flow on the mic and show no
I'm a champion, I'm
My rep is strong, no hype is ever
To grow and grow, to grow and
To and grow, and grow and grow
To grow and grow, and and grow
Rap taller Buckwheat's afro,
I'm a