[Kool I have a mystical style, combined with data If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it matter A fact, equivalent, to a MC I'm greater -- the rest of them I'ma smack every duck and 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 from the consequence, and all girl's on my jock 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 another sucker duck toy MC we're.. "Ultra"
[Ced it Come one, come all, we can all a ball Mad Cristal, so son dance til you Ultramag, the bag "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad" We keep fiendin Fat for life 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, from to Harlem Cairo, Egypt, New York L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and too We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the pads Bless the pedal, go We got the The grooves we think about, my man 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" ah Kool Keith
[Kool Well I'm amazing, more or fantastic I'm like steel, are plastic that try, to my emininence Thoughts the unusual pattern rearranged in a rhyme, but I don't, and I won't, but up the pace as the bass at a height, excelling to a degree, of mathematical irrelevant terms, germs, just the mic -- put it on the stand Step back while I overreact and a flashback Break your brain and take a part that you don't use - then it Throw it up and down, then it Leaving out of control, your By the wizard Kool Keith, energy we're..
[Ced "Ultra" feel it {magnetic} C'mon "Ultra" uhh Hah "Ultra" {magnetic} Remix "Ultra" {magnetic} feel 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 son, with a high IQ The I do, keep you confused Refuse to lose, you feel the blues your sole son, yes you choose new shoes, so do right up and through, and over the threshold We make it Special, Ed, that's what I said I'm on the rise, sequence, protected and copywritten, no sex like Mark Whitten So what are you I honies with mad hips, and fake lips I make drip like running water, so your daughter And that's an order, Ced Gee Cause I'm.. 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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