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[all samples cut by Moe Luv are from Star Wars] "Rebel base.. rebel base" [Keith] Ahh yeah, party people LIVE in the place to be from the Civic Center in Boston, Massachusetts The world famous Ultramagnetic MC's comin hard [C.Gee] Word up! [Keith] Rockin for a standing room only crowd of fifty-five million, eight-thousand nine "Rebel base.. rebel base" [C.Gee] Like this! [Kool Keith] I got a radio, small and yet portable Comfortable, with the sound in audio Kickin, high hats just tickin Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin.. good But you know I could Beat on steel, break tons of wood.. down with a funky sound Square mixer, the record is round and turning, for the million I'm earning Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning this, that is supposed to Grab your ear, and have it move close to the speakers, so you hear me clearly SongtexteI'm out yes, to damage severely You're very far, and not yet nearly expressing them, but you're messing them up 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 the perpetrating And step off, release the mic and Break North North North North [Ultra] It's like that y'all [C.Gee] Word [Ultra] It's like that y'all [C.Gee] Feel it! [Ced Gee] I'm like a merchandise, a customized item Computer rapper for ducks who wanna bite em Stand back, watch the man recite em It took a minute a second for me to write em and type em and hype em and psych em, up Change my rhythm, before I get stuck in an altitude, beyond my own level I smack rappers, and send em to the devil on a bus, return em to dust I start infections, reduce em to pus I'm on that scanner, and brains I blow out To old bones, and skulls I throw out to the backyard, and yes the wackyard You need a pipe, there's the old crackyard Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard Peakin, Ced Gee I'm speakin I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin words, in the right direction Add the beats with the lyrics perfection Stompin, the bass and highs, Break North [C.Gee] Word up! Word - feel it! [Kool Keith] Well I'm rocks, like a chain to a link I wear black while suckers wear pink Now think, about my capital law I break domes, and speak in the raw I'm iller, a South Bronx killer I chop rappers, and throw em in the river Tastin, as I swallow your liver Here's your brain for your girl I can give her messages, clues from a murderer And if she's ugly, I never even heard of her telling, bugging detectives I wear a bag, four contraceptives and aluminum, wrapped in all foil I play a game, slick to be oil for the other roaches, MC's I boil and roast, mega degrees I swarm around with a thousand of bees Absorb earth and the honey from trees I'm the King Bee, my girl's the Queen Bee And when you're stung, you never even seen me vanish, Kool Keith here to damage, Break North North, North, North Word up Like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all!!! Yeah, y'all better be ready for some guerilla warfare "Rebel base.." "Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up" "Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up" "We're goin in, we're goin in full throttle that oughta keep those fighters off our back" Aus Songtexte Mania