1.Ced G Tim Dog
Lyricist：Joe Vitale
Ahh shit, well I'll be goddamned
The life that I live is not of mortal man
Pursuin' my righteous, hype just, might just get
Another chance to uphold my lightnin'
Peace, now at the least
I'll crush a motherfucker that gives me beef
I'm the hardcore master, one that has to
Cruise right past ya remain disaster
So step, what the fuck you got beef for？
You fuckin' with me for a kid on a see-saw
The man in hand that sass the clan the motherland
So what's your damn problem man？
Comprehend and then, if you still pretend
That your rhymes will win, I will fuck your girlfriend
Again and again and again and again
And when the pussy is sore, I will fuck her again
In the back door, in other words her black ass
I send her home for sex ed class
She ain't shit, she can't even fuck
She had the nerve to not even suck
My dick, yeah, she's gotta be sick
I threw her out my house real quick
I'm a bitch molester, an Uncle Fester
The one to luster, caress and test-a
So I suggest-a, when you address
To grab a titty palm her ass, â~cause I done left her
Forget her â~cause Tim Dog is large
Dog's a motherfuckin' Benz garage
I'm a Porsche Audi, like John Gotti
I like to party but what's up with the body
I'm a sex fiend, won't jerk off or masturbate
As long as pussy I hear, I'm straight
I'ma fuck and fuck, and fuck and fuck
Then fuck and fuck, then I fuck and fuck
Then I fuck and fuck, then I fuck and fuck
And what I'm doin' after that？ I'ma still fuck
So Ced G, you know you're next in line
Yo, take the mic and bust a dope-ass rhyme
One, two, one, two, one more goes like this
False alarm, you ain't seen no smoke
The smoke you're seein', is there 'cause I broke
Down the rhyme a vicious kind to feed your mind
The warnin' sign, and then recline
Down, and rhyme when the pace kicks
Above a hundred, yo, I gotta get
A mic and get hyper â~cause I can recite the
Lyrics to flip the crowd just like Pied Pipers
Music, I won't abuse it, nor misuse it
Just add some flavor to it, yo and prove it
Just like that new car, with mileage it go far
You'll see the best Ced G, I'm an Ultra star
Galactic, Galactus, fantastic, brass trick, practice, yeah
You understand what I'm sayin'？ Yo, bust it
I'll control, uphold the show
From beginnin' to intro, Ced G is like nitro-glyc'
And I will diss those who insist
On bustin' their weak rhymes, Ced G will just piss
My urine right on you, strut then transform you
Hold you and mold you, rip you and fold you
Duck, so what the fuck？ You outta luck
You rhyme like a Jetta while I rhyme like a Mack truck
Rollin' hard with eighteen wheels and all
With the mic, so I must call
Myself a leader, a whack rap deleter
The feeder who needs the crowd to proceed the
Whole 9 yards as well as the distance
I'm Ced G, and I represent
All who want the call, leave their boy in awe
Who wants to be adored, Tim Dog, my mellow, my man
No, it's Jam Rock's turn
Jam, you ready Jam？
2.Two Brothers with Checks (San Francisco, Harvey)
Lyricist：Cedric Ulmont Miller, Trevor Randolph, Maurice Russell Smith,
Keith Thornton
Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks
And pretty white Cadillacs; and they was fly from the South
So check it out
My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet
boy
I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play LaCroix
Supercat chasin' rats, with chemicals at the bottom
I'm givin' gold with enzymes, connections I got 'em
One thing, two things, like ？ blow Casey
Recto and Smekto, go get my boy Luce
(Let's go)
Let's see Babe Grim and his exoskeleton
He's pitchin' a fastball, you swing and you miss
But seven times away clown, you're smellin' the piss
Drippin' offa your forehead, rollin' down to New Mexico
You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible
X-able, Montreal Expos
Hypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn it
Now you're chillin' with zinc as it kicks with the sodium
Pele came down just to sign some autographs
He laughed and he left, went to El Segundo
For cheese and some bacon my Philadelphia steak 'em
I got a hole in my pants, I said, 'Asalaam alaikum'
Got a new jacket was breakin' out to the trainin' camp
I danced and danced and danced and danced
And danced and danced and danced then I sat on the toilet
Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now I'm spinnin' and winnin'
Got the girlies up on it, cause I'm kickin' and stickin'
Finger-poppin' and lickin', can you do me a favor
Can you go get the chicken, as you see we're a legion
When we roll we're just easin', up to Egypt and Pakistan
There's never no treason, 'cause we're, 'Treated with respect'
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Drivin' from Cooperstown, swingin' like Don Han
Rhythm X in the batter's box
Thurman like Munson, left while I swing right
And change courses and dialog
Regional Atlanta, Alabama Savannah
I kick a rhyme like a ball to Indiana
Missouri, Kentucky, like Dent, call me Bucky
Rogers I'm nice, I float in space wild
Dr Smith, I'm dope, yo watch Sparky Lyle
As I throwback a spitball, my slider and check back
The stadium's packed rope, the people should get back
And walk to the plate, yo Jerry Grody, pause
Swing swing swipe I get MC's on my third strike
My hot dog is done, I'm in the dugout, check it
I know I wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop
And many rappers get senile
Back to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher
You in the audience man, you be the fan
Like Supercat, Don Don Dada
I play the field in New York, and hit Jamaica
Like Giants I roll like San Francisco, Harvey
No time for rats with cats in Bristol playin'
I'm makin' moves yo man
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah
'Alright, you win, I'll take you to Fair Lanes
Just turn off the heat Aowâ
Ha ha ha ha hah
Yo, now I'm stylin' profilin' troop like I'm rip-rarin' Cadillac
We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah
Pickin' up, swingin' that bat like Joe Morgan
Catchin' that beat like Ray Fossey, Oakland
Cashin' them checks up at the Chemical
We might cash 'em in Oakland, San Francisco whatever
Pick up honies in Cleveland, with the game so damn clever
As I roll like I'm Charlie Hough, kickin' that ball down
The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile
So let's roll out and catch 'em, fire points by the parrish
Make a record like this, as we drive through the city
City, city, city, citee
'Cause we're
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
Two brothers with checks, yo that Caddy is fly
San Francisco, Harvey
3.Intro 2
Lyricist：Keith Mathew Thornton
One, two
Coming right back at ya
Just call yo' dispatcher
90 mile fast ball straight for the catcher
Stature, tall catch a fall
Bringing heat to the people like a match to walls
Now I never did claim to be a man of the streets
But I do know my way around some pillows and sheets
Kicking rhymes and beats from back in prepbuesence
Kept it strong throughout my adolescence
At first take presents would come and go
But I'd always make a move to improve my flow
Just to let y'all know I got some years in the game
And half of them came before you even knew my name
Feelin' just the same like when I kicked my first lyric
With brothers in the back sayin' yo that's the spirit
You know it when you hear it that's you what you gon' get
Young is coming at ya with the one hit
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