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And now.. |
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You're mc champions, ultra-magnetic |
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"i am sealing off the dimensional window |
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Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar" |
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[ced gee] |
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Ahh yeah |
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One two, one two |
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This is agent ble-ced gee |
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Ultramagnetic's in full effect |
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We in here droppin freestyle rhymes like mc champions |
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So keith, take it away |
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[kool keith] |
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Power compactor, brain distractor |
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Droppin a bomb, right in your anal connector |
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Sector, vector, the lyric inspector |
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X-ray vision, powerful spector |
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Lexor, mechtor, egor |
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Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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The rhythm i drop to hit the top to make your swing go pop |
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As i flow, pick up the micro' |
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Poem get hypo, tension as original |
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Lyrical miracle, back to attack one |
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Black one, white one, green one or blue one |
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Colorful sweet rhymes, i'm back to do one |
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Or two of you, three of you, or four of you |
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Five or six or seven, eleven of you |
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Wack mc's get back in the last line |
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And wait on the mic, you think i'm ready to pass mine |
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Up in the brougham, with clever ability |
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I know when to sting a brain, just like i'm a killer bee |
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Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame throw |
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Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow |
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Polka-dot mc's, african, indians |
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Spanish-american, mixed with panamanian |
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Arabian nubian, speak in siberian |
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Japanese chinese, and regular mc's |
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Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures |
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I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back |
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Sidewind and rattle like a snake i strike back |
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I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you |
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Your company management, the dummy who signed you |
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To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many |
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Records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any |
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Metaphor phrases, things that amazes |
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Me the next man, no biter or innovator |
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With lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator |
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Bitin my style, nibblin on the big jock |
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With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock |
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Count the one two three four five |
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I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome |
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I'm just a champion |
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[ced gee] |
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Ah yeah, yo keith, bust this |
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I got some freestyle rhymes too |
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I'ma warm up, then i'ma get deep |
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Bust it, check this out |
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Yo |
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Poetic genius, kickin metaphors |
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Ced gee is the big boss, makin it better for |
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A pile of them, mc's again, i'm raggin them |
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So listen up my friend |
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I'm rappin the manifest, leapin some blind guess |
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The type of hype i select, when i rap come correct |
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My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's lethal |
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Here's a dose, a taste of my potential |
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My super menu wind you bend you sends you |
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To watch a brother like me, continue |
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Out on the warpath, flashback, sit back |
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Kick back with that, dope rap attack |
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Those that can't rap, with that weak rap |
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Need to get back, and just to add to that |
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Fact, with words from the knowledge tip |
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My rhymes are swift, i have the gift |
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Like hocus-pocus, ced gee, and i'm still on |
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The mic is loaded with rhymes that flame on |
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Now you know just what i am creatin |
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We call it megafunk, a plan stated |
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I'm verbally passin, rhymes are outlastin |
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Waxin to smashin and kickin more ass and |
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With intensity, ced gee has got to be |
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Schoolin a wannabe, rappers who try to be |
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Like me, c-e-d |
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To flow on the mic and show no mercy |
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I'm a champion, i'm undefeated |
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My rep is strong, no hype is ever needed |
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To grow and grow, to grow and grow |
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To grow and grow, and grow and grow |
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To grow and grow, and grow and grow |
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Rap taller than buckwheat's afro, |
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I'm a champion |