I Aint Takin No Shorts

Ultramagnetic MC's

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    [Tim Dog]
    Hey yo Ced
    I can't believe that A&R person put us on hold
    for all the happy rap man!

    [Ced Gee]
    Word Dog, she must have been buggin
    Yo Keith man, she actually really thought we was takin shorts
    Talkin 'bout, wait 'til next month
    When she'll sign us when her boss gets back
    Hey yo Keith man, tell 'em whassup man
    How you feel about bein put on hold for all this happy rap?

    [Kool Keith]
    Happy rap, is not my style
    I never sweat and walk with a smile
    like you do, comin out like doo doo
    On the anal tip, butt MC's flip for
    They try to play the time on a small tour
    Small cash, small floor
    Small digits, perpetratin a fraud
    In their face, I'm thinkin out with bass
    Jackin ace, king or queen, hype and dope
    Nice and nice, comin out of the woodwork
    Happy rap, polka dots and ties
    Clowns who demonstrate in front of your eyes
    I'm a businessman, steppin out more serious
    You get curious and lookin for a hit of this
    I'm on the mic to speak and I realize
    Rappers are sellin out, screamin and yellin out
    Talkin the weak whack, dancin and fallin out
    All on the floor, lookin out at the circus
    Two little pigs, tryin to move and work this
    Jerk this, now get your hand off the mic
    As I grow and grow, grow and grow, grow and grow
    Now call me grand Poppa Large
    I'm a hustler, and I ain't takin no shorts

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    And I ain't takin no shorts [x3]
    Yo Ced, I know you down with all this happy rap
    Why don't you tell me about it?

    [Ced Gee]
    Aight, bust it
    No shorts taker, kickin the flavor
    Ced Gee is a wise man, with knowledge I gave the
    Beat whack a chance to cut the gap in rap
    and snap, out of the happy rap phony
    Attack with metaphor, I'm strictly teachin
    My rhymes'll steady swarm, with words that's reachin
    youth, to tell you I'm mad about
    The rappers who clown around, I think they're sellin out
    They cry, they hide and lie, then try to make
    the lucky hit, tune, then die
    Wreck up the business, I guess it's just what they do
    While artists like me, stick with rhymes 'til I'm Ultra proof
    The man of vision's intuition are proficient
    To change rap course, I'm on a mission
    like no one, could ever imagine
    I'm takin no shorts, because I ain't havin it
    And that's not all, I just feel I have to get mines
    I'm not dissin, I'm just correctin a problem
    For me and my brother man
    Rap is soft now, so I must take a stand
    And build and drill and ill and rebuild
    Rhymes are appealin and reappearin
    It seems, you know what I mean
    You've been schooled by Ced Gee, so sweet
    So be a boss a force of course and take no loss
    if suckers try to cross
    Just remember... I ain't takin no shorts, yeah!

    Yeah, I ain't takin no shorts!
    That's what I'm talkin about, I ain't takin no shorts
    Not in 90, not in 2000, I ain't takin no shorts
    Hey yo Keith I know you got somethin else to say my brother

    [Kool Keith]
    Happy rap, walkin out with a clown suit
    The red suit, the green and brown suit
    Look at'cha, I wanna throw a hook at'cha
    Eggs and rocks, I need to wail a book at'cha
    Back and forth, talkin out real loud
    While you scream out "shout," disrespect the crowd
    On the money tip, get back money grip
    When I pick up the mic, turn around and flip
    To the left side, I like to move and swing low
    Cut up a rhyme and drop it out on a single
    More rhymes are funny now, happy and silly now
    Happy-go-lucky, on the mic and meanwhile
    You standin still, lookin out for a good rhyme
    Makin the whack junk, wastin my good time
    Aiyyo Tim, why don't you tell 'em what it's like out here on these streets

    [Tim Dog]
    I ain't takin no shorts, suckers tryin to play me like I thought
    But Tim Dog got rhymes of all sorts
    I crush them up and bust they fuss and discuss the hush
    Think you're better than Dog? You'll end up
    either dead or in a theoretical copacetical alphabetical
    hypothetical, now watch me let it go
    My rhymes are hard, yeah
    I pulled your card, yeah
    Labels don't know why rap ain't sellin?
    Too much dancin and too much yellin
    So take the time to learn some metaphors
    Then you get better for, so you can just let it pour
    So you can be like Tim Dog of course
    And just remember, I ain't takin no shorts
    Yeah, believe that

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