[Kool I have a mystical style, combined with data If a sucker can't it, to me, it doesn't matter A fact, equivalent, to a MC I'm greater -- the rest of them I'ma smack every and beat the best of them til DIE, and I'm tellin 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 and it don't make sense at all Because we're havin a 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 keep fiendin Fat beats for life son, keep heads 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', and Houston too We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads the pedal, go acapello 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" {magnetic} ah Kool
Keith] Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic I'm like steel, others are that try, to my emininence emphasized above the unusual in a rhyme, but sometimes I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the as the kicks at a positive height, to a degree, of mathematical irrelevant terms, germs, stop Release the mic -- put it on the back while I overreact and have a flashback Break your brain and a part that you don't use - then abuse it Throw it up and down, then it out of control, your memory By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing we're..
[Ced "Ultra" feel it {magnetic} C'mon "Ultra" uhh Hah "Ultra" {magnetic} Remix "Ultra" yeah 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 son, with a high IQ The things I do, you confused Refuse to lose, make you feel the Touch your son, yes you choose 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, Parallel sequence, and copywritten, no sex case Mark Whitten So what are you I honies with mad hips, and fake lips I make them 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 York The sounds you are to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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