[Kool I have a mystical style, with 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 they DIE, and I'm no lie By a native warrior, from the Bronx, High As my get tougher MC's all suffer the consequence, and all elegance Your girl's on my and it don't make sense at all Because we're a ball out all suckers, ?? Cause you got too many, to your big group and get paid, and try to be me Not another sucker punk toy MC we're.. "Ultra"
[Ced it Come one, come all, we can all a ball Mad Cristal, so son til you fall 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, Bronx to Harlem Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston too We rock the mad ghettoes, the drum pads Bless the pedal, go We got the The grooves we think about, my man plays Cause we're.. "Ultra" 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" {magnetic} ah Kool
Keith] Well I'm amazing, more or less I'm like steel, are plastic try, to deny my emininence Thoughts above the pattern rearranged in a rhyme, but I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the as the kicks at a height, excelling to a degree, of mathematical irrelevant terms, germs, stop Release the mic -- put it on the Step back while I overreact and have a inside your brain and take a part that you don't use - abuse it Throw it up and down, confuse it out of control, your memory By the Kool Keith, advancing energy we're..
[Ced Yeah "Ultra" feel it C'mon "Ultra" uhh Hah "Ultra" yeah Remix "Ultra" yeah feel it Uhh "Ultra" one Uhh "Ultra" yes, yes, to Ced Gee "Ultra" uhh.. "Ultra" c'mon.. yeah.. "Ultra" check it.. "Ultra"
it I'm quite intelligent, smart like a professor son, with a IQ The things I do, you confused Refuse to lose, make you feel the Touch your sole son, yes you new shoes, so do right up and through, and over the threshold We make it Special, like Ed, that's I said I'm on the rise, sequence, protected and copywritten, no sex case Mark Whitten So are you kidding? I love with mad hips, and fake lips I them drip running water, so hide your daughter And an order, from Ced Gee Cause I'm.. with..
Yeah "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} it Yeah "Ultra" {magnetic} And you say New City The sounds you are to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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