1.Watch Me Now
'watch me now'
'watch me now'
Well i'm the ultimate, the rhyme imperial
I'm better, but some don't believe me though
But i'm a pro in hot material
On your walkman, box or any stereo
Uno, dos not quatro
Spanish girls, they like to call me pancho
On the mic, innovating this pat-ter-en
You fell off, your brain is on sa-tur-en
Take steps, and climb my ladder-and
Climb... climb, climb
Pace the rhythm, and clock the time
That i leave, come back on beat
Different, telling and selling
Like a skyjet, plane propelling
But dwelling, deep in your skull
My rhyme shines, and yours is dull
Like dirt, it hurt to be wacker
But instead, i'll grab a big stack of
Wack mc's, lay em down like tile
Scrap and garbage, germs i'll pile
To keep clean, i'm a movie scene
Ears turn, and needles lean
To cut scratches, in a part that matches
I'm leavin eyes, and brains with patches
Stuck, so push my luck
For any roach, or mc duck
Just watch me
'watch me now'
'watch me now'
I'm livin large, my record's on the radio
Everyday, you hear me, your stereo
Rappin hard, with lots of volume
You hear static, well use your fine tune
Knob, to tune me in better
Cause i'm ced gee, and i would never let a
Wack mc g off with style
Touch my mic, rip and smile
Like a duck, you know you are a soft punk
Livin pink, your material sucks
Liver and worse than you can imagine
You best run, cause i'ma put a badge in
Your brain, so you can see the real time
Grab a pen, and write down my rhyme
And learn it and learn it and learn it, until it sinks
Inside your skull and you're no longer pink
But red, cause now you are a biter
Learnin from me, so i guess that is oreida
Except if you try to be the original
Rhyme imperial, the exceptional gee
Sometimes i rhyme offbeat, awkward
But different with the rhythm
Back and forth one two and then i give em
A chance to see the world's greatest mc
Just watch me
'watch me now'
'watch me now'
{moe love cuts 'testify, c'mon testify'}
I'm continuing! back and forth
Your brain spins, facing north and
South and west, not east at a angle
But mines dangle, where's your kangol？
It seems weird, your head is triangle
Like a mango, somethin i snack on
A soft duck, somethin i smack on
Everyday, when i come outside
You step back, stay inside
Your house, while you look out your window
Your girl screams, where kool keith go？
Walkin, while punks keep talkin
Annoyin me, mc's hawkin
On the stage, any time
I'm cold chillin, i'm wearin the rhymes
To keep warm, with the beat that's playin
You hear me now, you know what i'm sayin
To you, you and you
Your whole organization and crew
Just watch, as i enter your mind
Decorate, and paint my sign
I'm hazardous, so scatter this around
I'm kool keith, knockin mc's down
Just watch me, and him
Rhythm with madness, i had to have this
Chance to rock again so you can hear this
Over and over and over, until i'm finished
Hey but i'm not, so here's the rhythm
A rap beat step beat keep feet happy
As we gradually slowly we'll teach
All, how to rap, i will attract
All the def girls smack the ugly ones back
And sit, as i chill, i'm drinkin moet
Expensive champagne cause ced gee is a poet
Rappin and teachin, reachin levels higher
Don't wanna be king, so don't call me sire
But instead, a scientist, with the breakthrough
My rap is funky, it can relate to
You, him, her, your little brother
His older sister, your baby's mother
Cousins, aunts, your whole family
In other words, ced gee, i'm absolutely
The best producer, at makin rap music
I know how to use it, so just watch me
'watch me now'
'watch me now'
2.Ease Back
Say what (yea) now ease back
To the rear, you hear
Eardrums drown, the bass pound
Really stupid, we gonna loop this
？ scoop it, is that we rock it
While ducks jock this
Biting and writing and fighting for this
Beats and wax, rhymes are facts
Biting acts
How we did it, for this one, that one
Biters around, check out the sound
In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em
In fact you lack
(ultramagnetic) skills
'cause your record's no frills
Here's your bill now ease back
Ease back
(kool keith)
I'm back
Back to smack attack
Those who wack and lack my experience
On the microphone holding my own ground
Dominating forces
Change the sources, punks takes losses
Enough cause it's me on the mic
Feeding on words, small like a nerd
Haven't you heard this change of rhyme
Continuing the land of time
For my incredible, highly elevated
Smooth in the mind, more sophisicated
Motivated, as i relate it verbal
Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbel
I bought a saab, a 1990 turbo
Shining, fog lights in the front
I'm by myself, no seats for a stunt
'cause i want it like that, i got it like that
I have it like, i need it like that
It's better like that, i made it like that
I bought it like that, i'm living like that
For you wack mc's
Who go on the mic and blow on the mic
And perpetrate frauds and making mistakes
Like an amateur but i'm a 20 year veteran
And better than, including the rest of them
I chew 'em all and spit out the best of them
One by one, i'm teaching my son
To ease back
Ease back
(seth g)
What's up, it's me again
I'm seth g wit a funky blend
Of beats and rhymes on time wit my dj
He's not weak wit anything he plays
Rocking, slicing, rep is treacherous
Like a professor, he had perfected this
Simple potion, through devotion
Wit his blends, his motions and fastly approaching
Coasting, reaching higher levels
So when you see 'em, you best say hello
I'm a take out a knife,pen and paper and write
A rhyme so dope you can't think, can't cope
Ducks, who are you really kidding
You say you're dope, well you're admitting
That you can't compete because you're rhymes are weak
Full of more nonsense, past tense, incomplete
Weap and learn a new rap style
From seth g, the wizard of know how
An innovation, elevation, psyching the nation
When i ease back
Ease back
3.Ego Trippin'(Mc's Ultra Remix)
Party peoples, in the place to be
Just for you, it's the ultra-magnetic, mc's!
Cause we're..
'ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic} 'mc's'
Kool keith!
They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm
That a baby can pick up, and join, right with them
But their rhymes are pathetic, they think they copacetic
Youse a nerds that returns, at least, not poetic
On a educated base, intelligent wise
As the record just turn, you learn, plus burn
By the flame of the lyrics which cooks the human brain
Providing overheating knowledge, by means causing pain
Make a migraine, hated yourself, start to melt
While the technics spin, the wax is on the belt
Motivating clockwise the more you realize
Moe love's moving steady, by most, with everready
Like a battery, charged, i'm worth the alkaline
Yes the mystery to solve, so seek and define
These words i've given, extremely now driven
With a datsun, a maxima to glide
Yes the wizard kool keith and i'm sportin my ride
Cause we're
'ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic} 'mc's'
Ced gee!
Usin frequencies and data, i am approximate
Leaving revolutions turning, emerging chemistry
With the precise implications, acheived, ？？
Explorating demonstrating, ruling, dominating
Igniting causing friction with nu-clear alarms
Seperates competing biters from me, the scientist
As i execute, lyricist, known as predators
When by strippin high potents and mak-in penicillin
I will surely sort out, and stomp, every pest
Oh the rampaging paramedic, ？ is my title
To inform other worlds of such, a hellacaust
Quick serve as a purpose, preparing first aid
With medical utensils, the wizard ced gee
Is advanced with elevation, astonishing with rhythm
Cause we're
'ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic}
'mc's ultra..' {magnetic, magnetic} 'mc's'
Moe love!
4.Moe Luv's Theme
(kool keith)
Well i'm first to rock, moe luv's the disc jock
By my side and wit the mix
？clyde？ scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
The faster master, more quicker than the grand
Peep his hand going back and forth
North, wit the fader, smooth
？peeking this？ watch where the needle can groove
And move and lose it trying to bite
His fingers are ？ as i ride the skills
Of a champ, the vamp, blow watts in the amp
And stamp your brain, as i ride and glide and hide
Moe luv is on the mix tonight, moe luv
Ok, now moe is on the mixer
So get ready, cuz here's another twister
About the way he gets the crowd to move
And groove and dance to the things he do
And prove the way he sway and lift and shape
And rock hard, all night he's on and on
Swiftly slicing, cuts are nice and smooth like rice and
Beans, another cut rises
Moe surprises more than one
2, 3, 4, 5, the jam packed crowd
Of biters and writers
Accumulating reciters observing
Cuts from the master as i move faster
Pass the wack djs
Going on, flowing on, smooth and sailing on
Moe luv is on the mix tonight, moe luv
5.Kool Keith Housing Things
Well i'm sonically, high bionically
For you dummies, ironically stupid
What are you, cupid？
You steal my rhymes, and then you loop it
Wrong! back this way
Follow me now, head this way
Into this, while i rap on through this
For many germs, who never knew this
Switches, upside down
Turn around, look in the mirror
You rap catchers are makin a error
Every inning, i'm back to the dugout
You on the field, i'm ready to bugout
Like a manager, smackin up your team
Male or female, ducks who dream
Of takin me, on the mic and makin me
Rack up, mc's i stack up
Foreign precinct rappers need to back up
Quickly, i'ma rip your brain off
Throw it down so the blood can drain off
My hands, while i wave to a fan
I'm kool keith, not a bill or a dan
But a general, equal to a mineral
Pushin a crowd, to keep on dancin
I'm housing things
{moe love cuts up 'kool keith'}
Now i'm back, to continue my verses
I'm never screamin loud with any curses
Rougly, that a child can learn
I teach kids, and ducks that burn
With a flamethrower, and how do you show a
A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower
Twice, into golden wheat
Ground the rest into moldin meat
And cook em, til they all well done
They not ready, they don't smell done
Like fish, it ain't my favorite dish
I grab a steak and to battle i wish
A coke mc or pepsi i'll sip up
Drop your face and bring the other lip up
Watch, while i stun and amaze you
Kick out lyrics that truly'll daze you
I'm your boss, the one that pays you
Nine to five, all ducks are hired
And when i come mc's are fired
No pay, no way today
You're an employer with nothin to say
But i can say, one thing for sure
I'm housing things
{moe love cuts up 'kool keith'}
I think it's pitiful, that you had taunted me
Your girl sulkin, she wanted me first
Before you was thought about
Back in the days, when i taught about
Science, the real construction
No other solo team or production
Did that, or got with that
I play brain ball usin a bat
To your skull, smack it out the park
I rhyme bright, and you're in the dark
With shadows, hallucinating battles
To compel, the capital k, as in kool
Combined in keith
Rap metal is terminal chief
And joy, squashin the beef
On time. and my mic will stay on
For any roach or germ who wanna pray on
A weakness, but my uniqueness
Has a way to show that i'm slicker
Creating rhymes, you have to be, quicker
And versatile on the microphone
I'm kool keith, cold housing things
And i'd like to say whassup to my man, father mashon
And also my brother kevvy kev, ced gee, moe love, tr
And my man i god, paul c, public enemy and the jungle brothers
Peace, i'm outta here
6.Travelling At The Speed Of Thought(Remix)
(kool keith)
I go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
As i take your mind off
And on to a new track
To tame dogs how to act
Respect me, when i whip your brain
Skip your brain and dip your brain
In the lotion while i deck ya skull
I'm like a bird when i'm pecking ya skull
Til it hurts and swell, puffs, bleed, blood
Hatches down, ？covering knots for eye jammy？
I'm taking ya brain from the back
I'ma pull out ya ears cuz i'm sick
Traveling hard, ill off, another lunatic
Smacking germs, eating bugs, biting mouse
Roaches wonder why i'm traveling
On to bell vue cuz i'm sick
Traveling hard at the speed of thought
(ced-gee)
Well, i'm back to seek and freek a new remix
Wit the sounds of light and i can't miss
Rocking the beats will cause hard time
Wit the way i say and i freak rhymes
Ruff and hardcore, i wanna encore
I'm ced-gee, i'm in an uproar
Taking breaks, snatching, giving x-rays
Read ya cells or should i say
Hey, it's nothing, i'm simply rushing
Into ya skull and merely crushing
Cells, leaving you blind
The more you look, the more you will find
Me, traveling at the speed of thought
7.Feelin' It
Yo moe luv, tell em one more time how kool keith is feelin'
'you've got the feelin'
Word up i like that, one more time, one more time
'you've got the feelin'
Aight yo keith, bust this, tell em how you really feel
Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated
For soft ducks, i played it once
A biter jumped on it
Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it
And from the back, i pumped on it
Mostly, with skill, top finesse
East to west, but i guess, i'm right
While others are wrong
Tryin to teach, and usin my song
Along, with your wiggedy-wack
Stay back, get back, sit back down
And think about it, whenever you're dissin me
You are the roach, the six legs wishin me
And pushin me, steadily on
Metaphor, better for, psychin more
On my tour, brains are sore
I'll be sure, i'm fresher
So tell me how i..
Duck, wack rappers around
In town, never wearin no boots
Toy bally, sharkskin suits
Rip a story, and threw his auditory
Canal street, is my territory
For gold glory, reachin my hand
To smack rappers, and makin em stand outside
Waitin for me, to tell them, my secret style
And show them, how really it's done
My son, now i'm back to you
And if you're bad i'll smack you too
A glass of rhymes, shattering
Now you're cut up, say what up？
Shut up, cause i'm feelin' it
'you've got the feelin'
Whassup with ced gee
'you've got the feelin'
Man i'ma do this
'you've got the feelin'
I might as well go do this right？
Hello! i'm back again
It's ced gee, the champion
Of knowledge and wisdom over all topics
I'm the chief, the general prophet
Topping, all the ducks who are delerious
About rhymin, i'm more serious
Like this, with twists as changes
I took time, and rearranged this
Style like how versatile you ask me now wow
I'm like ？？
The movie, you seen on tv
I'll be numerous, but believe me
I'll chop you up, bash your brain, rotate your liver
Then i'm gonna give ya, a fresh rhyme, maybe
Sealed and delivered, by me
The manufacturer
Straight out of attica, i come after ya
And if ya run, i have to damage ya
Mentally, by using my mind
Choosing adjectives hard to define
In rhymes, a dictionary wordpiece
From the brainiac, i blew your domepiece
Open, hopin you'll say to me
'that was dope,' like an anatomy
Operation on the turntables
Slicing nerds with verbs, fully enabled
Equipped, with a white handkerchief
To wipe away the germs who wanna hang with this
Ultra smoker, dope man, no joker
With the line i wrote, and i quote them
Cause i'm feelin' it!
'you've got the feeling'
'you've got the feeling'
'you've got the feeling'
'you've got the feeling'
To my man tim southfield
？ my next door neighbor
Hollywood house family
Oh the whole 9 crew, dexter, everybody
Keith, brother kevvy kev is in effect
(we out!)
8.One Minute Less
't-minus one minute, mark and counting'
't-minus one minute, mark and counting'
'the firing will ？ the sound
The ？ will be armed, in just a couple of seconds from now'
Yo, ced, we only got a minute left
What are we gonna do？
Word
Yo i'm gonna bust a rhyme, we out of here man y'know
We hit the road, y'now
And come back next winter, somethin like that
Aight？
Cool
Aight, let's do this
A minute left, to give you another rhyme
Thumping it, to keep you all on time
Kicking it, wit much rhythm and pace
To set my tone, follow the bass
Quickly, other rappers are annihilated
Designated, eradicated, suffacated
Like a cake that's set to bake
I'll take, mold and shpe
Scrape, like a butcher, i'm carvin
You're brain's starvin, i'm steady scarrin
A plastic garden, the crowd is chargin
And i'm dodgin, i'm livin large and
Better then ever and clever to battle me never
Whether or not you rock alot or rhyme
To twist and shift the pitch to switch the gift to gab
To drop a dab of rhythm
Give em, a certified rhyme
That i use, confuse, clock the time to a point
A metaphysical radius
I'm ced-gee and all i have to say is this
Yo, i'm outta here, yo, i like to say wassup to my man cj
Down at six corners, red alert, the violators, the jungle
brothers
The whole family, afrika bambaataa
My man andy down at d＆d
Yo, i'm outta here, peace!
9.Ain't It Good To You
I'm like cato, my rhyme's the green hornet
You know you want it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
The world's my area
Dance interior, fresh interior decorated
A painted wall with rhymes
That glow and show the biter slow reciter
Up who mighta tried to copy this style
Or change their ways, to wonder if you can
Take me out, on the microphone
I'm strong like benzine, i kill a fiend
Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline
Out, i use exxon
And any rappers wack, my mind checks on
Meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
Now i'm ready to roll
On you and him, your whole crew
Let's film it, now take two
Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
Thoughtless, when i take you far
To the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
In the hemisphere, now you're lost on jupiter
Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
Tryin to think, where you're goin
On other planets, rhymes are flowin
Through the milky way, quicker than warp speed
Brains i feed with heatable rays
Ain't it good to you？
I'm a wise man, prophet of the bible
You wanna try me, then i'm liable
To go and flow and show, don't you know
Edgar allan poe, could not write like this
Mysteries, with a twist
And i insist, to uplift my metaphor
Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore
For, you and him
I kill a rapper, then begin
To wrote and smoke you're chokin then provoke
The joke the most, and walk around like notes
Programmed, you're equal to a dummy
Them want rhyme？ you do summies
Backwards, forwards, sideways
Anyway, i say hold it
Now you're in space, plus you're folded
Up, like molecules of matter
Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
Chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
The brain cells, i have ate
Scraped, soak em in solutions
Like benzine, iodine producin
Student of cee's, tryin to be, just like me
Ced gee, the ultramagnetic
A scientist, skilled with knowledge
Once a god, years of college
Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
Thoughts float, ideas are legit
To fit, the rhythm of the tempo
Also, the music more so
Have to move groove soothe and lose you
Now ain't it good to you？
Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
Wack mc's, across the nation on rotation
You get the hype at the station
Promotion, i put your brain in slow motion
Like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
Then i drown it, your brain begins to bubble
I bring trouble, hang with barney rubble
In bedrock, and watch another head rock
Go through west to washington and ced block
The avenue, passin you, bashin you
In your face, rhymes are crashin you
On the chrome dome, swellin your astrodome
You're in an ambulance, i'm takin you home
To complete the ways i'm on a mission
I see your balls of clay with x-vision
I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak
They get dimmer every time i speak
On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style
That copacetically, bugs you out
On the mic, kool keith in a spaceship
Risin, not followin, plexin
Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection
Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
Brain selection, has protection
My reflection, shines
Triple times your eye, invisible
I get by your brain
Now ain't it good to you？
Aiyyo keith, how you say？
Just another boogie down bronx ultramagnetic sure shot
Done at the ultra lab of course
Mixed at d＆d with my man andy
Yo, we outta here
10.Funky(Remix)
Cause i ain't havin it no other way
I want you to rip this beat apart, it's on you
I keep stamina, for a beat that's rocketable
For you wack mc's, it's jocketable
Bite the notes and quotes, analysis
Home pissed as i disrespect you obedients
But my rhymes correct you like a switch
To a small mistake
I wax all of you, and leave your ears to ache
You need excedrin, anacin, medicine
And for your brain, what better sin stupid
Now you picked your choice
You didn't win now you're seein my voice
In the flesh, step out your radio
No illusions, back in stereo
So here we go as i step on to you
I never knew you but my rhymes go through you
Like acid, i burn your whole suit off
I'm heat miser, and you're rudolph
For any date and time you wanna square off
My rhymes are clippers, they cut your hair off
The back the sides the top above your brain
Below your skull, i step to you
Cause you're plastic, my mind is solid steel
I make your domepiece spin like a windmill
Slow, i think it's time to go
I'm not havin it
Whattup trev？ i'm not havin it
I'm runnin the universe about right now
Yeah？ yo ced gee, what you got to add to that？
I tell a crowd of rappers, i need a whole stadium
The kingdome, an arena or palladium
Step off, while i walk on stage
With the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up
For better safety, leave your mask up
Musically, i'm like lye in your face
I drown meters with tons of bass
You can't take it, the funkier i make it
With brick walls, you can't break it
Toy boy, you beat the noyd
I be a jetson, smooth like elroy
Blastoff, i pull your cells out a socket
A twelve gauge with rhymes i gotta cock it
I'm deep fryin, chicken mc's who fell off
Recruited as a boy scout
And now the sissy, becomes a girl scout
Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to mines
On the wack-ass beat
I get unique, write rhymes for your feet
To shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on down
To the funky rhythm that i give em
Ced gee on the mic, i'm not havin it
Word up, i'm not havin it man
I'm fed up with all this nonsense goin on
Yeah i see a lot of things gettin out of hand out here
So keith, get it off your chest
I'm not that average rapper, nobody's equal
And for the biter, his beat will
Grow and grow and grow, til he finds out
He's not a pro-fessionally,
Up to par, with myself
No comp', i like to battle myself
By myself, compete again myself
Score myself, on these weak ass charts
How can a fool say he's on the top？
Eight million rappers, my rhymes stop
With lyric bombs, the wack ones drop
Like snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes
My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in michigan
Parts of new york
For local rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk
On the avenue, my rhymes are international
Covering, worldly smothering
I'm brain bustin, so take a bufferin quick
Until your knots start to heal
And go down, and feel ok
But like my son, you still obey
Certain laws, a major is a factor
I pull your skull out, move it with a tractor
Diesel power, crushin mc's who try to
Talk and mix and change and bite the lyrics
Of a master, i'm kool keith, i'm not havin it
11.Give The Drummer Some
One two, one two
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We talkin' about givin' the drummer some
You know what, kool keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind
Kool keith：
I'm ready
And now it's my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift
Off... and do my own thing
Switch up
Change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up, like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear troop's
And step on my path
I'm willing as a a-1 general
Rhyme enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest in line
I put 'em all behind
Play mc ultra as a warning sign of my
Skill, and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves
And who deserves the right to be king of the screen
And shout wack poetry
What, are you buggin'
Germs that want to law me
Quit it, before i heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin'
For a face i'm slappin'
Gimme applause when hands start clappin'
Now give the drummer some
Ced-gee：
Well i'm ced
The rhyming force delta
When i enter, you best take shelter
Cuz i'm dope, and yes i will melt a
Anyone who tried to even felt a
Emotion, or thought that they could hang with me
I cut you up, because you are my enemy
On my stage, interfering with my radius
So step back, cuz i'mma start to spray with this
Can, of raid spray
If you're a germ, filthy like aids, i'll
Clean, you up with heat
Vapors, scrubbin' and scrubbing
Like a mistake on paper, i'm rubbin'
Erasin' you out like some ink
Cuz you dirty, your rhymes are stink
Like garbage, i hafta put you in a hefty
Or instead, should i just let thee
Weak mc's accumulate like dust
Take out my duster, shine them up and
Teach... them respect
Hook 'em up just like a tape deck
Mono or stereo, cuz i'm a real pro
With a cameo, and not an afro
This beat is funky, i'm not a nympho
You know why？
Then give the drummer some
Kool keith：
Some rappers are ratin' us
Some are hatin' us
Some are talkin'
Some debatin' us
Critically, but physically my mind is
Self-taught like a rap pro designed us
A matter to burn mc's and toys with
Flame, 500 degrees of
Rhymes, that heat and cook and
Sizzle, your brain is on the grill at
Nighttime, and what about the daytime
I hear the wack ones, they get a lot of play time
Saying they're wack and wastin' my airtime
You're #2 and next in my spare time
Another rhyme has to be controllin'
And for your brain, it must have been stolen
Tookin', yes, taken away
I'm on the court, and i'm fading away with a
Jumper, i shoot a rhyme in your face
Add the points while i rob the bass
Incredible, come in three dimensions
Parallel with the funky extensions
I'm kool keith runnin' rap conventions on
Time
Now give the drummer some
12.Break North
{all samples cut by moe luv are from star wars}
'rebel base.. rebel base'
From the civic center in boston, massachusetts
The world famous ultramagnetic mc's comin hard
Of fifty-five million, eight-thousand nine
'rebel base.. rebel base'
I got a radio, small and yet portable
Comfortable, with the sound in audio
Kickin, high hats just tickin
Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin.. good
But you know i could
Beat on steel, break tons of wood.. down
With a funky sound
Square mixer, the record is round
And turning, for the million i'm earning
Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning
This, that is supposed to
Grab your ear, and have it move close
To the speakers, so you hear me clearly
I'm out yes, to damage severely
You're very far, and not yet nearly
Expressing them, but you're messing them up
Your bummy rhymes, i'm dressing them up
For the battle win, like a snake i'm rattlin
The red ball with the wooden piece paddlin
Mc's, stop the perpetrating
And step off, release the mic and break north
North north north
I'm like a merchandise, a customized item
Computer rapper for ducks who wanna bite em
Stand back, watch the man recite em
It took a minute a second for me to write em
And type em and hype em and psych em, up
Change my rhythm, before i get stuck
In an altitude, beyond my own level
I smack rappers, and send em to the devil
On a bus, return em to dust
I start infections, reduce em to pus
I'm on that scanner, and brains i blow out
To old bones, and skulls i throw out
To the backyard, and yes the wackyard
You need a pipe, there's the old crackyard
Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard
Peakin, ced gee i'm speakin
I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin
Words, in the right direction
Add the beats with the lyrics perfection
Stompin, the bass and highs, break north
Well i'm rocks, like a chain to a link
I wear black while suckers wear pink
Now think, about my capital law
I break domes, and speak in the raw
I'm iller, a south bronx killer
I chop rappers, and throw em in the river
Tastin, as i swallow your liver
Here's your brain for your girl i can give her
Messages, clues from a murderer
And if she's ugly, i never even heard of her
Telling, bugging detectives
I wear a bag, four contraceptives
And aluminum, wrapped in all foil
I play a game, slick to be oil
For the other roaches, mc's i boil
And roast, mega degrees
I swarm around with a thousand of bees
Absorb earth and the honey from trees
I'm the king bee, my girl's the queen bee
And when you're stung, you never even seen me
Vanish, kool keith here to damage, break north
North, north, north
Word up
Like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all!!!
Yeah, y'all better be ready for some guerilla warfare
'rebel base..'
'biggs, wedge, let's close it up'
'biggs, wedge, let's close it up'
'we're goin in, we're goin in full throttle
That oughta keep those fighters off our back'
13.Critical Beatdown
Well i'm the equalizer, known to be graphic
I clear static, breakin up traffic
Move, while i enter the groove
I'm on top, and happy to prove
To wack mc's who claim to be better than
No way i'm frankly more clever than
All of you, each and every one, my son
Pay close attention
I take your brain to another dimension
Hold it, mold it, shape it
You got a knife, yes i wanna scrape it
Up and down, sideways, any way i can
Be rude to you
But i'll rap and be crude to you
And eat up, toy ducks i beat up
I am the oven your brains i wanna heat up
Mega, supersonic degrees
I come around, roastin mc's
With fire, to burn the toy liar
Raw meat, turn the flame higher
Cook it, like a fish i'll hook it
For any beat, it's time that i took it
Right, correctly to the top
With the rhythm and as your head bop
I'm hype, for the critical beatdown!
I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them
For every rapper, must i be smacking them
Once, or twice in the face
With rough beats, producin the bass
That blow out, cause power to go out
Inner spark, i'm ready to blow out
Like this, altitude level
Reachin forth, stompin every devil
In sight, you might just wanna bite
My illusions, mental confusions
You're a mark, skulls i've been abusin
Losin, any rapper who follow me
Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me
Back up, move on to the rear
When i'm on the stage should be clear
Speakin, goin ear to ear
Places far, ducks would appear
For the countdown, so you wait to rhyme
And twist, stuttering, uttering
Parkay, margerine, everything butter
And another thing, you shoulda been a muppet
A toy boy, a fake scream puppet
I'm takin titles, and punks better up it
To me, ced gee on the mic, and i'm hype
For the critical beatdown!
Here's the k, combined the double-o
Swing in the l, i'm ready to go
As keith, rap general chief executive
Plus exquisitive
Mandatory, capital statements
I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense
Class, you wasn't able to pass
For any germ or lice who come last
I'm boric, high computing acid
Get off the mic and won't you please pass it
To me, for a one-two check
Give me a pound and lots of respect
No hands, you dissapointing my fans
You on reverb, and talking to cans
Hello - how are you doing？
I come to wreck, and parties i'll ruin
With rhymes, pumpin up smoke
Diesel advances makin them choke
And cough up, the hard-headed i'll soften
Spongee, then after that drink a ？
Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji
Puff up, while i make tough stuff up
I'm kool keith, cold rippin mc's
I'm hype - for the critical beatdown!
14.When I Burn
Aiyyo kool keith
Man i hooked this beat up just for you in the ultra lab man
So yo i want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin？
Yeahhh
Aight man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man
Word up
Go for yours, aight do it man, right now
Aight..
Yo i'm on, with the freaky style
When you wait debate and rate my
Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension
Rise above, amazing days
Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days
Figurin out
Many channels, triggerin out forth
I'm sendin, brains are bendin
Like metal, crust to rust corrode
And low stacks, pick up the was while you ask
How you do it, show me through it
I never knew it, could be done, no way my son
Cause i'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up
Boxin you ducks
Packin em up, cause i burn
Aiyyo keith man, that was kinda of dope man
But you know what man？
I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh
Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight？
Yeah i know what you mean, like this right？
Yeah man
Aight watch..
Droppin the word to make you think
You're buggin and illin out on, vocab
Connect the ？, then switch it
Changin range easily, steadily
Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down
And sweepin em down
Mc's, all dirt on the floor
Stand back in fact you're wack to prove to me
That you're ready to be and willin to see, rhymes flow
Match and go, deep in your brain so
Step back, and wait before you try
To twist in, another line
Designed to catch ya
You gotta watch 2000 i bet ya, perpetrate
Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo
And let's take your style, use it with mine
Mix it with mine, bring it with mine
And pefect, and let the public elect it
Buyin selected, ducks are corrected
One at a time, each a stack
Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line
To california, i'm breakin on ya
I'm like a psycho, i'm buggin on ya
Once a day, i'm comin your way, to enter your brain
And let a word remain, as a syllable
Stuck deep inside
The more i go on i'll pluck inside
Your skull, and damage your ears
Cause i burn, you know that ced
Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man
You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh
My man tr love is in the house and uhh
Moe luv's in the house
Awesome two, they in the house
Uhh, who else in the house？
My man paul c, he got the bass pumpin, uhh
Who else？ brother kevvy kev, uhh
Everybody the whole bronx (yeah)
Brooklyn, fort greene, montier posse
Yeah everybody man
London, st. louis, ahh, we out of here man
15.Ced-gee(Delta Force One)
'hello!'
'ced gee, champion'
'hello! i'm back again'
'ced gee, champion'
I'm a radar, sendin message to competitors
Eliminating, another predator
From the face, of the earth
Not the first to feel the wrath, of my curse
Competing, just like david and goliath
My rhyme's a slingshot, and yes they triumph
Over the weak, minds, who claim they giants
I'm more defiant, while you're relyin
On, your weak rhymin with connectors
But i'm ced gee, the rhymin inspector
Delta force, number one, omega supreme soundwave
Bringing your dreams to reality
And by the formality of thoughts
Yes, atomic of course
You steppin to me, you take a loss
Radical, the replication of a quasar
A pulsar, immense to suplicate
Crush a germ, then further eradicate
Destroy, which means to eliminate
Wipeout, remove, erase, and annhilate
Suckers, crews to soloists
You need a barricade, my rhyme's a hand grenade
Blowing up your brain, techniques astonishing
Just like endust, my rhymes are polishing
Rappers, cause to me you're like furniture
Dusty old and gray, and i'ma cleanse your soul
Rap to take control
I'm ced gee, and i'm on a roll
My name's the delta
'ced gee, a champion'
'ced gee, a champion'
Back to take control as i begin
To rip this mic apart, from end to end
Combine the rhyme that's mines to make em blend
Produce a beat that's dope
I hope you smoke the dope i wrote i quote
I made your brain choke - you need an antidote
Of, rhymes, just like funky potions
It killed your membranes, so now you're hopin
That you can become, another intellect
But you're a dummy, your rhymes can't connect
Metaphors, cause your style is very basic
You leave traces, you have no aces
Jacks, kings or queens, or even deuces
I'm like spades, you can't renege this
Ultramagnetic style of rhythm
Brain combustion, is what i give em
To make them shake and hesitate and make mistakes
To stay awake cause the gee stands for great
Man, reachin my apex
The more i climb, some rappers hate that
Twist and change the way i rearrange their brains
Cause i'm the delta
'ced gee, a champion'
'ced gee, a champion'
'ced gee.. a champion'
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