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And now..
You're MC Champions,

"I am sealing off the dimensional
Closing the hole in the fabric of the like a scar"

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

Keith]
Power compactor, distractor
a bomb, right in your anal connector
Sector, vector, the inspector
X-Ray vision, powerful
Lexor, Mechtor,
Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't
The rhythm I drop to hit the top to your swing go pop
as I flow, up the micro'
get hypo, tension as original
lyrical miracle, to attack one
Black one, white one, one or blue one
sweet rhymes, I'm back to do one
or two of you, three of you, or of you
Five or six or seven, of you
MC's get back in the last line
And wait on the mic, you think I'm ready to mine
Up in the Brougham, clever ability
I when to sting a brain, just like I'm a killer bee
Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame
Hardcore, softcore, and even the
MC's, African, Indians
Spanish-American, mixed with
Arabian Nubian, speak in
Japanese Chinese, and MC's
Preachers, teachers, and creatures
I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic
Sidewind and like a snake I strike back
I your brain and, the monkey behind you
company management, the dummy who signed you
To up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many
records and tapes your rap ain't tellin any
metaphor phrases, things that
me the next man, no biter or
with lyrical instinct, you look a duplicator
Bitin my style, nibblin on the big
With rhymes so tight, they keep brain in the headlock
Count the one two four five
I'm like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome
I'm just a

Gee]
Ah yeah, yo Keith, bust
I got freestyle rhymes too
warm up, then I'ma get deep
Bust it, this out
Yo
Poetic genius, metaphors
Ced Gee is the big boss, makin it for
a pile of them, MC's again, I'm raggin
So up my friend
I'm the manifest, leapin some blind guess
The type of I select, when I rap come correct
My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's
a dose, a taste of my potential
My super wind you bend you sends you
to watch a like me, continue
out on the warpath, flashback, sit
Kick back with that, dope rap
Those that rap, with that weak rap
Need to get back, and to add to that
fact, with words from the tip
My rhymes are swift, I have the
Like hocus-pocus, Ced Gee, and I'm on
The mic is loaded rhymes that flame on
Now you know just I am creatin
We call it megafunk, a stated
I'm verbally passin, are outlastin
to smashin and kickin more ass and
intensity, Ced Gee has got to be
schoolin a wannabe, who try to be
me, C-E-D
To flow on the mic and no mercy
I'm a champion, I'm
My rep is strong, no is ever needed
To and grow, to grow and grow
To grow and grow, and and grow
To grow and grow, and grow and
Rap taller Buckwheat's afro,
I'm a