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[Kool Keith]Well I'm entering, a style that's rappableTo keep you moving, feets tappableFingers snap, hands are clappableKickin, to the ultimate soundsAnd every record, it spins aroundAnd rotate, while the rhythm motivatesI pause once, then I hesitateLike this, twist then change itAnother rhyme I have to rearrange itFor, an easier flow onAnd this rhyme I can start the show onAfter you, I'm ready to go onDamage, and properly manageHouse arenas, then take advantageOf MC's, rhyme duck wannabe'sYou need rhymes? No not none of theseSo keep goin, yo stop beggin please thank youLike a baby I'll spank youA rap inmate, you know that I'll shank youHard, dead in your earSo you can hear every rhyme that's nearAnd far, like the Northern starCause I'm on..[Ced Gee]Letras de cancionesI come hard, boostin my staminaSkills until my rhymes are full and damage yaWith action, causin distractionsI'm the center, the main attractionTaxin, ducks I'm waxinI'm Ced Gee, and true to five maxinAttackin, smackin em seriousInto a coma, and more furiousWith anger, I treat you like a hangerHang you up, grab your girl and bang herHard, hard and hardLike John Leslie, a porno star is bornYou know what I'm sayin?I keep goin while the others are prayinThat I, cut, this, rhyme, shortIn order, so, they, can +Break North+Far, out of my rangeDodgin scanners, repulsive raysI gave, so give me some praiseBetter yet -- another raise is dueTo the man that's hyperI hit this beat, just like a sniperShooting, aiming at a targetI never miss them, call me a SargeantA Corporal, a General, a higher rankMy rhymes are sharp, just like a shankBlade, cutting through boxesI do it good so I might as well rock thisParty tonight, live and outta siteExcite riot, light and do it rightI'm on..[Kool Keith]I'll take a second, but now that I'm wreckinDon't play me close, and keep checkinYour background, and how you soundDissin me, at one point pissin meIf you're a girl, another crab kissin meYeah, what's wrong with that?So what I made another song with thatIncredible, skill to be vitalHand it back, I'm housin that titleSnatch, now who's the champ again?I said a rhyme, and blew an amp againFor you, deep in your brainI write cool let Keith remainStuck, inside your domepieceAnd later on, you're gonna need a chromepieceShield, to protect your mindI work hard puttin parts in lineTo assemble, rearrange your afroYou are the toy, made by HasbroTrying, the dominant movesPick up the wack, and count the groovesI'm on..[Ced Gee]I'm like a sparkplug, made by ChampionI speak loud, I blew a craniumWith highs and bass, sputtering words and syllablesHere's the format, from the generalSpeaker, Ced Gee will only teach yaBite my aims, and you'll get weakerNoticin, the way I keep paceWith fast tempo, pumpin style that shakesYou like JasonFriday the 13th I'm makin againPar 16I said a rhyme that made you screamI'm on.. From Letras Mania