[Kool I have a mystical style, combined with common If a sucker can't it, to me, it doesn't matter A fact, equivalent, to a MC I'm greater -- than the rest of smack every duck and beat the best of them til they DIE, and I'm no lie By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley As my rhymes get tougher MC's all the consequence, and all elegance Your girl's on my jock and it make sense at all Because havin a ball out all suckers, ?? Cause you got too many, to find your big and get paid, and try to be me Not sucker duck punk toy MC we're.. "Ultra"
[Ced it Come one, come all, we can all have a Mad Cristal, so son dance til you Ultramag, the bag "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad" We heads fiendin Fat beats for son, keep heads leanin and mad like Picasso, see I got so many, dollars, I you holler Oooh, Ced Gee Back to please, we spit the mad Always legit, from Bronx to Cairo, Egypt, New York L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston too We the mad ghettoes, lace 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, it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic} Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon "Ultra" Moe Love.. Uhh.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. Moe Love.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. Yeah "Ultra" ah Kool Keith
[Kool Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic I'm steel, others are plastic that try, to 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 irrelevant terms, germs, stop Release the mic -- put it on the Step back I overreact and have a flashback inside your brain and take a part that you use - then abuse it Throw it up and down, then it Leaving out of control, your By the wizard Keith, advancing energy we're..
[Ced "Ultra" feel it {magnetic} C'mon "Ultra" uhh Hah "Ultra" yeah Remix "Ultra" {magnetic} feel 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 like a professor son, with a IQ The I do, keep you confused Refuse to lose, make you feel the Touch your sole son, yes you new shoes, so do Step right up and through, and over the We make it Special, like Ed, that's I said I'm on the rise, sequence, protected and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten So what are you I love with mad hips, and fake lips I them drip like running water, so hide daughter And an order, from Ced Gee I'm.. down with..
Yeah "Ultra" uhh feel it Yeah "Ultra" {magnetic} And you say New City The sounds you are to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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