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Ultramagnetic M C S Mo Love S Basement Tapes

the mic when I'm braggin bold I'm W mega, to the L to the S-O Kickin MC's in the face like Jim Kelly While Keith use the cold cuts in DJ's from the deli

: [Ced:] Yo Keith, that trip was kind of long [Kth:] Word up Ced [Man:] Excuse me, aren't you guys Ultramagnetic? [Ced:] Word, what's up money? [Man:]

let an R&B rapper come settle the score You ain't shit [Interlude:] Yeah that's right boy, c'mon You ain't shit, know what that means C'mon, c'mon, you

stars gaze To be articulate, joyful and exuberant Related by me and that you best believe Ced Gee! Aww yeah, and that was somethin special From the Ultramagnetic MC's, with our DJ Moe Love

hard, tryin to be soft, butter soft Act a clown, makeup fallin down Put the shit down and be yourself, y'knahmsayin? That's what it's all about in the 90's

metaphor and twisters Knockin you out, just like Sonny Lister's Left hand jab, takin a stab, punchin the bag Yeah, my vision's in focus I spray germs, I'm

so called giants of the cities It goes like this, I'm a tell you like this TR Love is on the wheels of steel I'm powerful, you know what? I'm just like

thousand five, 81 Seven kilowatts of power Charging every hour My Earth mission, I'm here to devour MC's Toys and predators Small rappers, fake competitors I'm

Rappers are whack, you paid 'em forty G's [Chorus:] People can talk, say what they want [x4] [TR Love - or at least it doesn't SOUND like Ced Gee] Hey! I'm