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