[Kool Keith]
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I have a mystical style, combined with common data
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If a sucker can't catch it, to me, it doesn't matter
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A fact, equivalent, to a stupid MC
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I'm greater -- than the rest of them
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I'ma smack every duck and beat the best of them
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til they DIE, and I'm tellin no lie
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By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley High
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As my rhymes get tougher MC's all suffer
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from the consequence, and all elegance
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Your girl's on my jock and it don't make sense at all
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Because we're havin a ball
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Takin out all suckers, ??
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Cause you got too many, to find your big group
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and get paid, and try to be like me
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Not another sucker duck punk toy MC
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Cause we're.. "Ultra"
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[Ced Gee]
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Check it
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Come one, come all, we can all have a ball
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Mad Cristal, so son dance til you fall
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Ultramag, the original bag
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From "Poppa Large," to "Mentally Mad"
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We keep heads fiendin
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Fat beats for life son, keep heads leanin
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and mad knottin
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Just like Picasso, see I got so
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many, dollars, I make you holler
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Oooh, Ced Gee
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Back to please, we spit the mad hits
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Always legit, from Bronx to Harlem
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Cairo, Egypt, Brooklyn New York
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L.A. to St. Lou', Miami and Houston
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Philly too
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We rock the mad ghettoes, lace the drum pads
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Bless the pedal, go acapello
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We got the flav
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The grooves we think about, my man spaceman plays
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Cause we're.. "Ultra" {magnetic}
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Uhh, check it "Ultra" {magnetic}
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Yeah, feel it, uhh "Ultra" {magnetic}
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Yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon "Ultra" {magnetic}
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Moe Love..
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Uhh.. "Ultra"
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Moe Love..
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{magnetic}
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Moe Love..
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"Ultra"
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Moe Love..
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{magnetic}
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Yeah "Ultra" c'mon
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{magnetic} ah Kool Keith
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[Kool Keith]
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Well I'm amazing, more or less fantastic
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I'm like steel, others are plastic
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that try, to deny my emininence
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Thoughts emphasized
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above the unusual pattern
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rearranged in a rhyme, but sometimes
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I don't, and I won't, but keeping up the pace
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as the bass kicks
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at a positive height, excelling
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to a higher degree, of mathematical
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irrelevant terms, germs, just stop
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Release the mic -- put it on the stand
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Step back while I overreact and have a flashback
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Break inside your brain
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and take a part that you don't use - then abuse it
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Throw it up and down, then confuse it
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Leaving out of control, your memory
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By the wizard Kool Keith, advancing energy
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Cause we're..
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[Ced Gee]
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Yeah "Ultra" feel it {magnetic}
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C'mon "Ultra" uhh {magnetic}
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Hah "Ultra" yeah {magnetic}
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Remix "Ultra" yeah {magnetic} feel it
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Uhh "Ultra" one time
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Uhh "Ultra" yes, yes, to Ced Gee
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"Ultra" {magnetic} uhh..
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"Ultra" {magnetic} c'mon.. yeah..
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"Ultra" {magnetic} check it..
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"Ultra" {magnetic}
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Check it
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I'm quite intelligent, smart invincible
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like a professor son, with a high IQ
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The things I do, keep you confused
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Refuse to lose, make you feel the blues
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Touch your sole son, yes you choose
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new shoes, so whatchu do
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Step right up and through, and over the threshold
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We make it Special, like Ed, that's what I said
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I'm on the rise, majestic
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Parallel sequence, protected
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and copywritten, no sex case like Mark Whitten
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So what are you kidding?
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I love honies with mad hips, and fake lips
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I make them drip
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like running water, so hide your daughter
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And that's an order, from Ced Gee
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Cause I'm.. down with..
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Yeah "Ultra" uhh {magnetic} feel it
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Yeah "Ultra" c'mon {magnetic}
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And you say New York City
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The sounds you are about to hear.. uhh
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GET FUNKY!
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*ad libs to end*
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MC's Ultra Part 2 (Remix)
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| Ultramagnetic MC's |
