Keith] 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
Alert, controlled by gamma light Ninety-eight point seven, KISS upon the label of the record that he's holding beside a wooden table I am able to MC,
Line Yo Ced, here's your rhyme [Ced Gee] Metaphor layer, kickin it righteous Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might just Rip into this, rap right through this beat that's
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 perpetrating
Yo, I'm on the chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line Flipmaster
it goes a lil sutink, like dis hikory, dikory, dok 2many girls wona suk my cock, hectics ere so count dwn da clok get bare dough like jenny from da
' Gee, it's just a small thing It ain't nuthin' Gee, it's just a small thing It ain't nuthin' Gee, it's just a small thing It ain't nuthin' Gee, it's
yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the hell Damn, I jerked three hundred G's I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's And made megabucks but you
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
you scratch that kitty kat on top of that Rappers know I'm X, slow down, watch me get stupid open Dance for the ladies, I strip in Chippendale's Funky
cause I rate, 'cause I make, you gyrate To the raw rappin' 'cause it's all that it's all that It's raw Jack and it's time to go to war Jack So don't
, 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
i got 1 for all u gash searchers cum to abington in the E-state were the gangsters roll and the dealers debate ill play u like a game put ur mum n
she's rockin' big booty Hey, she's rockin' big booty Hey, she's rockin' big booty Hey, she's rockin' big booty Hey, she's rockin' big booty Hey, she's
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
"MC's Ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo "MC's Ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo "MC's Ultra.." {magnetic, magnetic} doo doo doo-doo "MC's
my style like George, HEY STEINBRENNER I'm not losin of course, I'm a mind winner I work sweat, they wet, they stole bras And leave they funky panties in they girlfriend's
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
