[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 smack every duck and the best of them til they DIE, and I'm no lie By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley As my rhymes get tougher all suffer from the consequence, and all 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 find your big 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 keep fiendin Fat beats for life son, keep leanin and mad like Picasso, see I got so many, dollars, I you holler Oooh, Ced Gee Back to please, we the mad hits Always legit, from Bronx to Cairo, Egypt, New York L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and too We the mad ghettoes, lace the drum pads the pedal, go acapello We got the The grooves we think about, my man plays we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic} Uhh, it "Ultra" {magnetic} 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
[Kool I'm amazing, more or less fantastic I'm like steel, are plastic that try, to deny my emphasized above the unusual 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 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 a part that you don't use - then abuse it Throw it up and down, then it Leaving out of control, memory By the wizard Kool Keith, energy 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" check it.. "Ultra"
it I'm quite intelligent, invincible like a son, with a high IQ The I do, keep you confused Refuse to lose, you feel the blues Touch your sole son, yes you new shoes, so do right up and through, and over the threshold We it Special, like Ed, that's what I said I'm on the rise, Parallel sequence, and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten So are you kidding? I love with mad hips, and fake lips I make drip like water, so hide your daughter And that's an order, Ced Gee I'm.. down with..
Yeah "Ultra" uhh feel it Yeah "Ultra" c'mon And you say New York The sounds you are to hear.. uhh GET FUNKY!
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