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[Keith] Yo whattup Ced? This beat is funky [C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this beat is funky? Cause I ain't havin it no other way [Keith] Word [C.Gee] So bust this, yo Keith I want you to rip this beat apart, it's on you [Kool Keith] I keep stamina, for a beat that's rocketable For you wack MC's, it's jocketable Bite the notes and quotes, analysis Home pissed as I disrespect you obedients But my rhymes correct you like a switch to a small mistake I wax all of you, and leave your ears to ache You need Excedrin, Anacin, medicine And for your brain, what better sin stupid Now you picked your choice You didn't win now you're seein my voice in the flesh, step out your radio No illusions, back in stereo So here we go as I step on to you I never knew you but my rhymes go through you like acid, I burn your whole suit off I'm Heat Miser, and you're Rudolph For any date and time you wanna square off SongtexteMy rhymes are clippers, they cut your hair off the back the sides the top above your brain below your skull, I step to you cause you're plastic, my mind is solid steel I make your domepiece spin like a windmill Slow, I think it's time to go I'm not havin it Whattup Trev? I'm not havin it I'm runnin the universe about right now [TR Love] Yeah? Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to that? [Ced Gee] I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium The Kingdome, an arena or palladium Step off, while I walk on stage with the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up For better safety, leave your mask up Musically, I'm like lye in your face I drown meters with tons of bass You can't take it, the funkier I make it With brick walls, you can't break it Toy boy, you beat the Noyd I be a Jetson, smooth like Elroy Blastoff, I pull your cells out a socket A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta cock it I'm deep fryin, chicken MC's who fell off Recruited as a boy scout And now the sissy, becomes a girl scout Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to mines on the wack-ass beat I get unique, write rhymes for your feet to shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on down to the funky rhythm that I give em Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not havin it Word up, I'm not havin it man I'm fed up with all this nonsense goin on [TR Love] Yeah I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out here So Keith, get it off your chest [Kool Keith] I'm not that average rapper, nobody's equal And for the biter, his beat will grow and grow and grow, til he finds out He's not a pro-fessionally, up to par, with myself No comp', I like to battle myself by myself, compete again myself Score myself, on these weak ass charts How can a fool say he's on the top? Eight million rappers, my rhymes stop with lyric bombs, the wack ones drop like snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan parts of New York For local rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk on the avenue, my rhymes are international Covering, worldly smothering I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin quick until your knots start to heal and go down, and feel OK But like my son, you still obey certain laws, a major is a factor I pull your skull out, move it with a tractor Diesel power, crushin MC's who try to talk and mix and change and bite the lyrics of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not havin it Aus Songtexte Mania