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[Ced Gee] Yo whassup yo We in the Ultra lab man We got this beat rollin man We might as well start the Chorus Line, y'all with that? [Tim Dog] Word up, yeah let's do this shit man Let's get on that [Ced Gee] Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo.. Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it? Yo Tim Dog, ? [Tim Dog] Aight [Ced Gee] We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man It's on you, kick it my brother [Tim Dog] Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to lick the dick to spit, cause I'm too quick I be appraisin, raised with the brave Letras de cancionesI'm the headmaster and you're my slave Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster Half the class step back, they'll call me the master You wanna jet, project with a similie But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily Procrastinator later hater played out sprayed her You wanna be taught? Raider I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold in tow.. cause I got so many dollars, scholars, holla Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk away, cause dog don't lay Rappers wanna play? Go ride a sleigh I'll compare and dare with a stare You can say where? I'm over here Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales difficult, to some terrifical Hypothetically, alphabetically Energetically, theoretically No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more Dog will get more, yes yes yes y'all I manifest protest and progress Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex I can't believe how dope I am Give me a pound, thank you ma'am So whether you think that I'm just a myth to rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifth to shift his clip that's in control to hold the bolo a bowl I make you take and ache and fake Whoooo.. hot damn I'm great I'm on the Chorus Line It's a Chorus Line [x3] Yo Trev (yeah) bust your rhyme [T.R. Love] Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat Gimme a second, to think of the dopest language for lyrical interest The metaphor better for, if and in awe before the score, want more then implore the rhyme, line, fine, com-bine design Redefine, intertwine Down the line, see the sign, stop sign Pause - and let me enter your brain Reachin the full circumfrence then maintain to build, in which I'm equal to destroy I'm like a teacher tornado you're just a toyboy Made manufactured by, Parker Brothers You bought your rhymes, from another wholesale Words are stale, up to bail cause you fail, try to trail My sugar style, words and rhythm for connecting Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting I'll rewind myself and then begin again Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen Come again, as I intend to start to end to go beyond, means of a titan I'm fightin, releasing my fury to cause static and shine, the superstar, reign supreme T.R. the Lover has got to be Dope and def the best that never fessed Unless you guessed the test to threat in jest Never mess up from a Chorus 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 sweet to eat, I'm not new to this Rappin with swing and, bein distinct man Seein the waffle can, rap with me understand the fact that I sound def means that I'm buildin I'm so dope I got rhymes by the million The image maker breaker taker faker shaker You rhyme like me, you shoulda stayed the hell out the industry, cause that mean you're jockin me Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me But that's not all, I just feel that I'm better than cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a veteran with rhymes, by the thous', stacks and piles I'm a scientist, you say how the hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust a rhyme with gale force, conducting with mega-thrust To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the will that make the people straight and still To prance and dance and find romance and take the chance to glance, while I still do rhymes that's powerful, we're the illogical Mystical just to show, what I know when I go out, and move on to battle You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker stinkin type of hype I like to recite on.. my Chorus Line Yeah boy it's a Chorus Line Aiyyo Keith (yo) you know what? It's your rhyme [Kool Keith] I'm crankin up with the rhyme, brain tanks need fuel Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in, turbo Combustion attitude Gratitude, increasing altitude, levels But changing latitude It's very rude when you step on my path I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my friend my style within - holds the righs to win Your brain I bend, like a pound of steel Lethal power, to me you're weasel power I'm overloaded with tons of diesel power Contraction, you're not ready for action Two hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin and buffin cleanin polishin, every act up You wanna battle with me you must be cracked up Stop the jokes the games you're playin You never were sayin or payin, one bit of attention to me my rhymes my clothes my hat my shoes my shirt my tie, the glasses on my eye I try, not to cry Cause you're wack as ever, never better Clever to pick up the mic, in any snow or rain or whether or not you tried to scheme a dream or beam of life, but my lyrics are bright like a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge I got to college, attend to astrology test A million groups confessed, I'm still the best Kool Keith to impress I'm like a heat ray, cookin up your brain I like it well done, on the Chorus Line From Letras Mania