One
two one, two Ultramagnetic's
in full effect We
talkin' about givin' the drummer some You
know what kool, keith yo, tell, 'em what's on your mind Kool
keith I'm:
ready And
now it's my turn to build Uplift
get, swift then, drift Off
and... do my own thing Switch
up Change
my pitch up Smack
my bitch up like, a pimp For
any rapper who attempt to wear troop's And
step on my path I'm
willing as a a-1 general Rhyme
enforcer 235 on a rhyme test Whatever
group or vest in line I
put 'em all behind Play
mc ultra as a warning sign of my Skill
and, what my mind deserves I
smell a grape in the duck preserves And
who deserves the right to be king of the screen And
shout wack poetry What
are, you buggin' Germs
that want to law me Quit
it before, i heat your ear off Let
your burn deduct another year off rappin' For
a face i'm slappin' Gimme
applause when hands start clappin' Now
give the drummer some Ced-gee
Well:
i'm ced The
rhyming force delta When
i enter you, best take shelter Cuz
i'm dope and, yes i will melt a Anyone
who tried to even felt a Emotion
or, thought that they could hang with me I
cut you up because, you are my enemy On
my stage interfering, with my radius So
step back cuz, i'mma start to spray with this Can
of, raid spray If
you're a germ filthy, like aids i'll, Clean
you, up with heat Vapors
scrubbin', and scrubbing Like
a mistake on paper i'm, rubbin' Erasin'
you out like some ink Cuz
you dirty your, rhymes are stink Like
garbage i, hafta put you in a hefty Or
instead should, i just let thee Weak
mc's accumulate like dust Take
out my duster shine, them up and Teach
them... respect Hook
'em up just like a tape deck Mono
or stereo cuz, i'm a real pro With
a cameo and, not an afro This
beat is funky i'm, not a nympho You
know why Then?
give the drummer some Kool
keith Some:
rappers are ratin' us Some
are hatin' us Some
are talkin' Some
debatin' us Critically
but, physically my mind is Self-taught
like a rap pro designed us A
matter to burn mc's and toys with Flame
500, degrees of Rhymes
that, heat and cook and Sizzle
your, brain is on the grill at Nighttime
and, what about the daytime I
hear the wack ones they, get a lot of play time Saying
they're wack and wastin' my airtime You're
#2 and next in my spare time Another
rhyme has to be controllin' And
for your brain it, must have been stolen Tookin'
yes, taken, away I'm
on the court and, i'm fading away with a Jumper
i, shoot a rhyme in your face Add
the points while i rob the bass Incredible
come, in three dimensions Parallel
with the funky extensions I'm
kool keith runnin' rap conventions on Time
Now
give the drummer some
- 专辑：Critical Beatdown
- 歌手：Ultramagnetic MC's
- 歌曲：Give the Drummer Some