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Ultramagnetic MC's

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    [Kool Keith]
    Well I'm droppin a bomb, funky rhymes for the dancefloor
    Rhymes flow on, styles come quicker
    You've been outfoxed by the metaphor slicker
    Think twice, go slow, words'll flow
    Now speed up rhymes like a pro-
    -fessional poet, comin back and you know it
    I treat your brain like a whistle, pick it up and I blow it
    Four times with rhymes, look and stop for signs
    Detour, go back, hit your brakes and stop
    You're just a floor that's dirty toy, come battle the Mop
    'n'Glow and, stealin the show and
    You stay down low'n, while I keep goin
    Around the clock, kickin rhymes, the mic is on overtime
    Back and front, drunk dizzy here's a sober rhyme
    Tellin your braincells that I am the best one
    Rappers who perpetrate, come jump up and test one
    Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
    You and your man, sit down, sit down, Trev tell 'em sit down
    Rhymes go on and dip so quick by
    Stand and wait fool, and yo yo stick by
    Stand inside, look around and you'll see me
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    Takin off where I left, from back to step
    Movin nicely, the rhythm precisely
    Groove entice me, to change and twist up
    Another rhyme stick up, stickin the gritty one
    Lyrical screw one, all rhymes are blocked up
    I gotta get through one, the lines and change up
    The lyrics are noticed, but my style is stranger
    Look at, look, learn, while I surprise you
    My job is to talk down, and rhyme despise you
    You're whack, whack, double whack, triple whack
    So weak not fresh, no you'll never impress me
    You think you can flow, when you stop and address me
    Test me, bless me, hmmm.. as I rhyme every day
    I'm more mature, so go on kids and play
    with your blocks and rocks
    Throw your rhymes in the dirt pile, and back in the swing of things
    The party and meanwhile you're lost, lookin, puzzled, stupid
    Dumb, silly, dookie, bum, fool, illiterate
    Your brain get rid of it
    Drop it off in the trash, cause my rhymes are mac-10
    And kept in the stash when I flip on, grip on
    Hold the mic for a long time, prepare, beware
    I'm comin out with a strong rhyme to terrorize
    Every rapper that I paralyze
    And if you choose to move then otherwise
    Step in the back door, come inside
    And join the party

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