| Song | One Minute Less |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
| Album | Critical Beatdown |
| 作词 : Miller, Thornton | |
| "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" | |
| [kool keith] | |
| Yo, ced, we only got a minute left | |
| What are we gonna do? | |
| [ced gee] | |
| 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? | |
| [kool keith] | |
| Cool | |
| [ced gee] | |
| 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! |
| zuò cí : Miller, Thornton | |
| " tminus one minute, mark and counting" | |
| " tminus one minute, mark and counting" | |
| " the firing will ? the sound | |
| The ? will be armed, in just a couple of seconds from now" | |
| kool keith | |
| Yo, ced, we only got a minute left | |
| What are we gonna do? | |
| ced gee | |
| 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? | |
| kool keith | |
| Cool | |
| ced gee | |
| 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 cedgee 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! |