A Chorus Line

Ultramagnetic MC's

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    [Ced Gee]
    Yo whassup yo
    We in the Ultra lab man
    We got this beat rollin man
    We might as well start this Chorus Line, y'all with that?

    [Tim Dog]
    Word up, yeah let's do this shit man
    Let's get on that

    [Ced Gee]
    Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo..
    Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it?
    Yo Tim Dog, you lead it off, aight?

    [Tim Dog]
    Aight

    [Ced Gee]
    We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man
    It's on you, take it my brother

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    [Tim Dog]
    Ahhhhhhhhh [edited], call me the hick that vicked
    To lick the dick you spick, cause I'm too quick
    I be appraisin, raised with the brave
    I'm the headmaster and you're my slave
    Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
    Have the class to, faster, call me the master
    You wanna jet, project with a similie
    But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily
    Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed her
    You wanna be taught? Later
    I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
    in tow.. cause I got so
    many dollars, scholars, holler
    Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk
    away, cause Dog don't lay
    If rappers wanna play - go ride a sleigh
    I'll compare and dare with a stare
    You say where? I'm over here
    Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
    difficult, to some terrifical
    Hypothetically, alphabetically
    Energetically, theoretically
    No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
    Dog will get more, yes yes yes y'all
    I manifest protest and progress
    Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex
    I can't believe how dope I am
    Give me a pound, thank you ma'am
    So whether you think that I'm just a myth
    to rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifth
    to shift the spliff that's in control to hold and fold
    a bowl'll make you take and ache and fake
    Whoooo.. hot damn I'm great
    I'm on the Chorus Line

    It's a Chorus Line [x3]
    Yo Trev (yeah) bust your rhyme

    [T.R. Love]
    Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
    Gimme a second, to think of
    the dopest lingua, lyrical interest
    The metaphor better for, if and in awe
    before the score, want more then implore
    the rhyme line fine, com-bine design
    Redefine, intertwine
    Down the line, see the sign, stop sign
    Pause -- and let me enter your brain
    Reachin the full circumfrence then maintain
    to build, in which I equal to destroy
    I'm like a twister tornado, you're just a toyboy
    Made, manufactured by, Parker Brothers
    You bought your rhymes, from another wholesale
    Words are stale, up to bail
    cause you fail, try to trail
    My certain style, words and rhythm for connecting
    Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting
    Fiends, the way it actually should be know to me
    Cause that's the way it has to be done for me
    Mine, and everyone else around
    You're unequal to the sounds of my ratio
    My strength is mental universal power
    For the hour I will rain like a shower
    Nucleon, cause you be on, fatal
    More than able, also capable
    Of takin you out without a doubt
    And with clout just a sissy, a sucker girl scout
    I'll rewind myself and then begin again
    Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen
    Come again, as I intend to start to end
    to go beyond, means of a titan
    I'm fightin, releasing my fury to cause static
    and shine, the superstar, reign supreme
    T.R. the Lover has got to be
    Dope and def, the best that never fessed
    Unless you guessed the test, a threat in chess
    Never mess up for my Chorus Line

    Yo Ced, here's your rhyme

    [Ced Gee]
    Metaphor layer, kickin it righteous
    Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might just
    Rip into this, rap right through this
    beat that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this
    Rappin with swing and, bein distinct man
    Seein the waffle can, rap with me understand
    the fact I sound def means that I'm buildin
    I'm so dope I got rhymes by the million
    The image maker breaker taker faker shaker
    You rhyme like me, you shoulda stayed the
    hell out the industry, cause that means you're jockin me
    Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me
    But that's not all, I just feel that I'm better than
    cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a veteran
    with rhymes, by the thous', stacks and piles
    I'm a scientist, you say how
    the hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust
    a rhyme with gale force, conducting with mega-thrust
    To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the will
    that make the people straight and still
    To prance and dance and find romance and take the chance
    to glance, while I still deal
    rhymes that's powerful, witty and logical
    Mystical just to show, what I know when I go
    out, and move on the battle tip
    You rhymes like [edited], you'se a quick pick to stick
    the type of hype I like to recite on - my Chorus Line

    Yeah boy it's a Chorus Line
    Aiyyo Keith (yo) you know what?
    It's your rhyme

    [Kool Keith]
    I'm crankin up with the rhymes, brain tanks need fuel
    Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in, turbo
    Combustion attitude, gratitude, increasing altitude
    Levels, but changing latitude
    It's very rude when you step on my path
    I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my friend
    my style within - holds the righs to win
    Your brain I bend, like a pound of steel
    Lethal power, to me you're weasel power
    I'm overloaded with tons of diesel power
    Contraction, you're not ready for action
    Two hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin
    buffin cleanin polishin, every act up
    You wanna battle with me you must be cracked up
    Stop the jokes the games you're playin
    You never were sayin or payin, one bit of attention
    to me my rhymes my clothes my hat my shoes
    my shirt my tie, the glasses on my eye
    I try, not to cry
    Cause you're wack as ever, never better
    Clever to pick up the mic, in any snow or rain
    whether or not you tried to scheme or dream
    a beam of life, but my lyrics are bright
    like a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge
    I got to college, attend to astrology, test
    A million groups'll fess, I'm still the best
    Kool Keith to impress
    I'm like a heat ray, cookin up your brain
    I like it well done, on the Chorus Line

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    Composición: C. Miller y Keith Thornton

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