(Section 1 at 3:28)
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(Intro)
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One two, one two
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Ultramagnetic¡¯s in full effect
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We talkin¡¯ about givin¡¯ the drummer some
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You know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell ¡¯em what¡¯s on your mind
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(Kool Keith)
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I¡¯m ready and now it¡¯s my turn to build
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Uplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thing
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Switch up change my pitch up
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Smack my bitch up like a pimp
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For any rapper who attempt to wear Troop¡¯s and step on my path
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I¡¯m willing as a A-1 General Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
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Whatever group or vest in line I put ¡¯em all behind
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Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deserves
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I smell a grape in the duck preserves and
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Who deserves the right to be king of the screen
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And shout wack poetry what, are you buggin¡¯
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Germs that want to law me, quit it, before I heat your ear off
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Let your burn deduct another year off rappin¡¯ for a face I¡¯m slappin¡¯
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Gimme applause when hands start clappin¡¯, now give the drummer some
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Give The Drummer Some
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| Prodigy |
