[Kool I have a mystical style, combined with common If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter A fact, equivalent, to a MC I'm greater -- the rest of them smack every duck and beat the best of them til they DIE, and I'm no lie By a native warrior, the Bronx, Cooley High As my rhymes get tougher all suffer the consequence, and all elegance Your girl's on my jock and it don't sense at all Because havin 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 duck toy MC we're.. "Ultra"
[Ced it Come one, all, we can all have a ball Mad Cristal, so son dance til you Ultramag, the bag "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad" We heads fiendin Fat beats for life son, heads leanin and mad like Picasso, see I got so many, dollars, I make you Oooh, Ced Gee Back to please, we spit the mad Always legit, from Bronx to Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston too We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads Bless the pedal, go We got the The grooves we about, my man spaceman plays Cause we're.. "Ultra" Uhh, it "Ultra" {magnetic} Yeah, it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic} Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, "Ultra" {magnetic} Moe Love.. Uhh.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. Moe Love.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. Yeah "Ultra" {magnetic} ah Keith
Keith] Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic I'm steel, others are plastic that try, to deny my emphasized above the unusual rearranged in a rhyme, but 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 while I overreact and have a flashback Break inside brain and take a part that you use - then abuse it Throw it up and down, confuse it out of control, your memory By the wizard Kool Keith, energy we're..
[Ced "Ultra" feel it {magnetic} C'mon "Ultra" uhh Hah "Ultra" {magnetic} Remix "Ultra" yeah {magnetic} 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, keep you Refuse to lose, make you the blues your sole son, yes you choose new shoes, so do right 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 Whitten So are you kidding? I love honies mad hips, and fake lips I make them running water, so hide your daughter And an order, from Ced Gee Cause I'm.. with..
Yeah "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} it Yeah "Ultra" c'mon And you say New City The sounds you are to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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