[Kool I have a mystical style, combined common data If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter A fact, equivalent, to a MC I'm greater -- than the of them I'ma smack duck and beat the best of them til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie By a warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley High As my rhymes get MC's all suffer from the consequence, and all Your girl's on my jock and it don't make at all Because we're a ball out all suckers, ?? Cause you got too many, to find your big and get paid, and try to be me Not another duck punk toy MC we're.. "Ultra"
[Ced it Come one, come all, we can all a ball Mad Cristal, so son dance til you Ultramag, the bag "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad" We keep fiendin Fat for life son, keep heads leanin and mad Just Picasso, see I got so many, dollars, I make you Oooh, Ced Gee to please, we spit the mad hits Always legit, from Bronx to Cairo, Egypt, New York L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and too We rock the mad ghettoes, the drum pads Bless the pedal, go We got the The grooves we think about, my man plays we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic} Uhh, check it "Ultra" Yeah, feel it, uhh "Ultra" Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, "Ultra" {magnetic} Moe Love.. Uhh.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. Moe Love.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. Yeah "Ultra" ah Kool Keith
[Kool I'm amazing, more or less fantastic I'm like steel, others are try, to deny my emininence Thoughts above the pattern in a rhyme, but sometimes I don't, and I won't, but up the pace as the kicks at a positive height, to a higher degree, of terms, germs, just stop Release the mic -- put it on the Step back while I and have a flashback Break your brain and take a part that you don't use - abuse it Throw it up and down, confuse it Leaving out of control, memory By the wizard Kool Keith, energy we're..
[Ced Yeah "Ultra" it {magnetic} "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} Hah "Ultra" yeah Remix "Ultra" yeah {magnetic} it Uhh "Ultra" one Uhh "Ultra" yes, yes, to Ced Gee "Ultra" uhh.. "Ultra" c'mon.. yeah.. "Ultra" {magnetic} it.. "Ultra"
it I'm quite intelligent, invincible a professor son, with a high IQ The things I do, you confused to lose, make you feel the blues Touch your son, yes you choose new shoes, so do Step up and through, and over the threshold We make it Special, like Ed, what I said I'm on the rise, sequence, protected and copywritten, no sex case like Mark So are you kidding? I love honies mad hips, and fake lips I make drip like running water, so your daughter And that's an order, Ced Gee Cause I'm.. with..
"Ultra" uhh {magnetic} feel it Yeah "Ultra" c'mon And you say New York The you are about to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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