[Kool I a mystical style, combined 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 every duck and beat the best of them til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie By a native warrior, from the Bronx, 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 we're havin a out all suckers, ?? Cause you got too many, to your big group 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 til you fall Ultramag, the bag "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad" We keep heads Fat beats for life son, heads leanin and mad Just Picasso, see I got so many, dollars, I you holler Oooh, Ced Gee Back to please, we the mad hits Always legit, from to Harlem Cairo, Egypt, New York L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and too We the mad ghettoes, lace the drum pads Bless the pedal, go We got the The we think about, my man spaceman plays we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic} 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" ah Kool Keith
[Kool Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic I'm steel, others are plastic that try, to deny my Thoughts the unusual pattern 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 degree, of mathematical irrelevant terms, germs, stop the mic -- put it on the stand Step back while I and have a flashback Break your brain and take a part that you don't use - abuse it it up and down, then confuse it Leaving out of control, your By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing we're..
[Ced Yeah "Ultra" feel it "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} 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" {magnetic} it.. "Ultra"
it I'm quite intelligent, invincible like a professor son, with a IQ The things I do, keep you Refuse to lose, make you feel the Touch sole son, yes you choose 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 are you kidding? I love honies mad hips, and fake lips I make drip like running water, so your daughter And an order, from Ced Gee I'm.. down with..
Yeah "Ultra" uhh feel it Yeah "Ultra" c'mon And you say New York The you are about to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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