yo Keith I want you to rip this beat apart, it's on you [Kool Keith] I keep stamina, for a beat that's rocketable For you wack MC's, it's jocketable
* {intro talking by Ultra left out} [Kool Keith] I brought a band, Sam is on trombone He's blowin' hard, back-to-back notes, get with it Take off your
mic Freak the mic, sneak the mic, rock the mic Eat the mic, beat the mic Pack the mic, freak a style, use a style Hyper style, Riker's style Like a style
how to wiggle, you gotta know how to move Just to catch my attention Now after that you gotta have a personality I'm talkin' class, not a skeezer's
, check out the sound In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em In fact, you lack Ultramagnetic skills 'Cause your record's no frills Here's your bill
Yeah, smooth in the groove Yo, whassup, man, what's up? What's goin' on man, what's happenin'? Yo, whassup? This is the one, Rhythm X, X Calibur One,
that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all It's like that y'all, it's like
the show on After you, I'm ready to go on Damage, and properly manage house arenas, then take advantage of MC's, rhyme duck wannabe's You need rhymes?
doo doo weak shit, we comin' live and direct Straight in your motherfuckin' face with some pure raw shit And we gon' get busy, like this It's been a
'all Innovative Let's rock, get bigger Yes, yes y'all Innovative Let's rock, get bigger Yes, yes y'all Innovative Let's rock, get bigger Yes, yes y'all Innovative Let's
INTRODUCING MC WASTEMAN OR CALL ME DEVIL am not a good mc, but am good at rhyming every word has a special timing put notes down and the underlining
construction Wear my boots, for no interruption On the microphone, model 406 2-38, four-thousand five, 81 Seven kilowatts of power Charging every hour My Earth mission, I'm here to devour MC's
non-stopper, I rocka chick-check one-two, lyrical I step through lyrical piles and polygons That's the psygon, unique, SUPERIOR delivery (that's right, that's
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
m tellin no lie By a native warrior, from the Bronx, Cooley High As my rhymes get tougher MC's all suffer from the consequence, and all elegance Your girl's
Like a manager, smackin' up your team Male or female, ducks who dream of takin' me On the mic and makin' me rack up MC's I stack up foreign precinct
So, yo, here's what we really need to do Instead of battlin we need to really improve our race, and every other race Bring em together -- and let's face
hole in space, as I, proceed to erase and alleviate, furthermore dictate, my pace of pressure, which crush the human skull into mess, there's no contest