[Kool Keith]
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I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet
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You know you want it, rappers get up on it
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I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
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The world's my area
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Dance interior, fresh interior decorated
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A painted wall with rhymes
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that glow and show the biter slow reciter
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up who mighta tried to copy this style
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or change their ways, to wonder if you can
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take me out, on the microphone
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I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a fiend
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Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline
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out, I use Exxon
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And any rappers wack, my mind checks on
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meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines
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Now I'm ready to roll
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On you and him, your whole crew
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Let's film it, now take two
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Watch the movie, your brain will be the star
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Thoughtless, when I take you far
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to the galaxy, and leave your domepiece
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in the hemisphere, now you're lost on Jupiter
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Your brain revolves around, you get stupider
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Tryin to think, where you're goin
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On other planets, rhymes are flowin
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through the Milky Way, quicker than warp speed
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Brains I feed with heatable rays
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Ain't it good to you?
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[Ced Gee]
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I'm a wise man, prophet of the bible
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You wanna try me, then I'm liable
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to go and flow and show, don't you know
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Edgar Allan Poe, could not write like this
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Mysteries, with a twist
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And I insist, to uplift my metaphor
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Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore
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for, you and him
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I kill a rapper, then begin
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to wrote and smoke you're chokin then provoke
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the joke the most, and walk around like notes
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programmed, you're equal to a dummy
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Them want rhyme? You do summies
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backwards, forwards, sideways
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Anyway, I say hold it
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Now you're in space, plus you're folded
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up, like molecules of matter
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Plus you scatter, you wish you had a
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chance to shake, recuperate, recreate
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the brain cells, I have ate
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Scraped, soak em in solutions
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Like Benzine, iodine producin
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student of Cee's, tryin to be, just like me
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Ced Gee, the Ultramagnetic
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A scientist, skilled with knowledge
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Once a God, years of college
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Accumulated, my wisdom and wit
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Thoughts float, ideas are legit
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to fit, the rhythm of the tempo
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Also, the music more so
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have to move groove soothe and lose you
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Now ain't it good to you?
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[Kool Keith]
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Once again my rhyme blows up enemies
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Wack MC's, across the nation on rotation
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You get the hype at the station
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Promotion, I put your brain in slow motion
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like lotion, and let it float in the ocean
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Then I drown it, your brain begins to bubble
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I bring trouble, hang with Barney Rubble
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in Bedrock, and watch another head rock
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Go through West to Washington and Ced block
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The Avenue, passin you, bashin you
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in your face, rhymes are crashin you
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on the chrome dome, swellin your Astrodome
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You're in an ambulance, I'm takin you home
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to complete the ways I'm on a mission
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I see your balls of clay with x-vision
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I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak
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They get dimmer every time I speak
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On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style
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that copacetically, bugs you out
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On the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceship
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Risin, not followin, plexin
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Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection
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Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection
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Brain selection, has protection
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My reflection, shines
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Triple times your eye, invisible
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I get by your brain
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Now ain't it good to you?
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[Ced Gee]
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Aiyyo Keith, how you say?
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Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot
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Done at the Ultra lab of course
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Mixed at D&D with my man Andy
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Yo, we outta here
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Ain't it Good to You
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| Ultramagnetic MC's |
