Текст песни Ultramagnetic MC`s - A Chorus Line 2000 (Remix)
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[Ced Gee]Yo whassup yoWe in the Ultra lab manWe got this beat rollin manWe might as well start the Chorus Line, y`all with that?[Tim Dog]Word up, yeah let`s do this shit manLet`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 manIt`s on you, kick it my brother[Tim Dog]Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to lick the dickto spit, cause I`m too quickI be appraisin, raised with the braveI`m the headmaster and you`re my slaveMetaphor master, rhymes are disasterHalf the class step back, they`ll call me the masterYou wanna jet, project with a similieBut I`m so large I boned your girl EmilyProcrastinator later hater played out sprayed herYou wanna be taught? RaiderI`ll control, get bold, uphold, re-foldin tow.. cause I got somany dollars, scholars, hollaGirlies wanna stop and talk but I walkaway, cause dog don`t layRappers wanna play? Go ride a sleighI`ll compare and dare with a stareYou can say where? I`m over hereMetaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircalesdifficult, to some terrificalHypothetically, alphabeticallyEnergetically, theoreticallyNo joke hardcore, rhymes will sting moreDog will get more, yes yes yes y`allI manifest protest and progressConfess with reflex, cause I get cold sexI can`t believe how dope I amGive me a pound, thank you ma`amSo whether you think that I`m just a mythto rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifthto shift his clip that`s in control to hold the boloa bowl I make you take and ache and fakeWhoooo.. hot damn I`m greatI`m on the Chorus Line It`s a Chorus Line (3X) Yo Trev (yeah) bust your rhyme[T.R. Love]Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beatGimme a second, to think ofthe dopest language for lyrical interestThe metaphor better for, if and in awebefore the score, want more then implorethe rhyme, line, fine, com-bine designRedefine, intertwineDown the line, see the sign, stop signPause -- and let me enter your brainReachin the full circumfrence then maintainto build, in which I`m equal to destroyI`m like a teacher tornado you`re just a toyboyMade manufactured by, Parker BrothersYou bought your rhymes, from another wholesaleWords are stale, up to bailcause you fail, try to trailMy sugar style, words and rhythm for connectingDissecting, interjecting, I`m collectingI`ll rewind myself and then begin againStrike ignite and burn, just like hydrogenCome again, as I intend to start to endto go beyond, means of a titanI`m fightin, releasing my fury to cause staticand shine, the superstar, reign supremeT.R. the Lover has got to beDope and def the best that never fessedUnless you guessed the test to threat in jestNever mess up from a Chorus Line Yo Ced, here`s your rhyme[Ced Gee]Metaphor layer, kickin it righteousCed Gee`s the hypest, man that might justRip into this, rap right through thisbeat that`s sweet to eat, I`m not new to thisRappin with swing and, bein distinct manSeein the waffle can, rap with me understandthe fact that I sound def means that I`m buildinI`m so dope I got rhymes by the millionThe image maker breaker taker faker shakerYou rhyme like me, you shoulda stayed thehell out the industry, cause that mean you`re jockin meYour sweating me, getting me, telling me, you`re not ahead of meBut that`s not all, I just feel that I`m better thancause I`m Ultra, and I`m a veteranwith rhymes, by the thous`, stacks and pilesI`m a scientist, you say howthe hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to busta rhyme with gale force, conducting with mega-thrustTo build or ill or kill or deal a fill the willthat make the people straight and stillTo prance and dance and find romance and take the chanceto glance, while I still dorhymes that`s powerful, we`re the illogicalMystical just to show, what I know when I goout, and move on to battleYou rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker stinkintype 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 fuelSunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in, turboCombustion attitudeGratitude, increasing altitude, levelsBut changing latitudeIt`s very rude when you step on my pathI laugh and giggle, smile and grin my friendmy style within - holds the righs to winYour brain I bend, like a pound of steelLethal power, to me you`re weasel powerI`m overloaded with tons of diesel powerContraction, you`re not ready for actionTwo hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin andbuffin cleanin polishin, every act upYou wanna battle with me you must be cracked upStop the jokes the games you`re playinYou never were sayin or payin, one bit of attentionto me my rhymes my clothes my hat my shoesmy shirt my tie, the glasses on my eyeI try, not to cryCause you`re wack as ever, never betterClever to pick up the mic, in any snow or rainor whether or not you tried to scheme a dream or beam of life, but my lyrics are brightlike a satellite, with crystal ball knowledgeI got to college, attend to astrology testA million groups confessed, I`m still the bestKool Keith to impressI`m like a heat ray, cookin up your brainI like it well done, on the Chorus Line