[Kool I have a mystical style, combined with common If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it doesn't A fact, equivalent, to a MC I'm greater -- than the rest of I'ma smack every and beat the best of them til DIE, and I'm tellin no lie By a native warrior, from the Bronx, High As my get tougher MC's all suffer from the consequence, and all Your girl's on my jock and it don't sense at all we're 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 til you fall Ultramag, the bag "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad" We keep heads Fat beats for son, keep heads leanin and mad like Picasso, see I got so many, dollars, I make you Oooh, Ced Gee to please, we spit the mad hits Always legit, Bronx to Harlem Cairo, Egypt, New York L.A. to St. Lou', and Houston too We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the drum Bless the pedal, go We got the The grooves we about, my man spaceman plays Cause we're.. "Ultra" Uhh, check it "Ultra" 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
[Kool Well I'm amazing, or less fantastic I'm steel, others are plastic try, to deny 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 while I overreact and have a inside your brain and a part that you don't use - then abuse it Throw it up and down, then it Leaving out of control, your By the wizard Kool Keith, energy we're..
[Ced Yeah "Ultra" it {magnetic} "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} Hah "Ultra" yeah 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, smart like a professor son, with a IQ The I do, keep you confused Refuse to lose, make you the blues Touch your son, yes you choose new shoes, so do Step right up and through, and the threshold We make it Special, Ed, that's what I said I'm on the rise, Parallel sequence, and copywritten, no sex case like Whitten So what are you I honies with mad hips, and fake lips I them drip like running water, so hide your And an order, from Ced Gee I'm.. down with..
Yeah "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} it "Ultra" c'mon {magnetic} And you say New City The sounds you are to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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