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UltraMagnetic M.C.`s

Critical Beatdown

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one two, one twoUltramagnetic`s in full effectwe talkin` about givin` the drummer someyou know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell `em what`s on your mindKOOL KEITH:I`m readyAnd now it`s my turn to buildUplift, get swift, then driftOff... and do my own thingSwitch upChange my pitch upSmack my bitch up, like a pimpFor any rapper who attempt to wear Troop`sand step on my pathI`m willing as a A-1 GeneralRhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme testWhatever group or vest in lineI put `em all behindPlay MC Ultra as a warning sign of my Skill, and what my mind deservesI smell a grape in the duck preservesAnd who deserves the right to be king of the screenAnd shout wack poetryWhat, are you buggin`Germs that want to law meQuit it, before I heat your ear offLet your burn deduct another year off rappin`For a face I`m slappin`Gimme applause when hands start clappin`Now give the drummer someCED-GEE:Well I`m CedThe Rhyming Force DeltaWhen I enter, you best take shelterCuz I`m dope, and yes I will melt aAnyone who tried to even felt aEmotion, or thought that they could hang with meI cut you up, because you are my enemyOn my stage, interfering with my radiusSo step back, cuz I`mma start to spray with thisCan, of Raid SprayIf you`re a germ, filthy like AIDS, I`llClean, you up with heatVapors, scrubbin` and scrubbingLike a mistake on paper, I`m rubbin`erasin` you out like some inkCuz you dirty, your rhymes are stinkLike garbage, I hafta put you in a HeftyOr instead, should I just let theeweak MC`s accumulate like dustTake out my duster, shine them up andTeach... them respectHook `em up just like a tape deckMono or Stereo, cuz I`m a real proWith a cameo, and not an afroThis beat is funky, I`m not a nymphoYou know why?Then give the drummer someKOOL KEITH:Some rappers are ratin` ussome are hatin` usSome are talkin`some debatin` usCritically, but physically my mind isSelf-taught like a rap pro designed usA matter to burn MC`s and toys withFlame, 500 degrees of Rhymes, that heat and cook andsizzle, your brain is on the grill atNighttime, and what about the daytimeI hear the wack ones, they get a lot of play timeSaying they`re wack and wastin` my airtimeYou`re #2 and next in my spare timeAnother rhyme has to be controllin`And for your brain, it must have been stolentookin`, yes, taken awayI`m on the court, and I`m fading away with aJumper, I shoot a rhyme in your faceAdd the points while I rob the bassIncredible, come in three dimensionsParallel with the funky extensionsI`m Kool Keith runnin` rap conventions onTimeNow give the drummer some

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