Ya Not That Large

Ultramagnetic MC's

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    [Ced Gee]
    Yo, this next joint, we never put out
    Because like uhh, one of the engineers was gettin weeded up
    And he, he kinda like erased, a majority of the song
    So we just moved on
    But it's so butter... I put it on here anyway
    So check it out, it's Kool Keith on some solo shit

    But once again, there's a big skip in the song
    It's not the tape, nobody's messed up
    This is what the engineer did when he got weeded up
    and erased the track, so check it

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    [Kool Keith]
    A lot of rappers are weak-whack, bullshit speak that
    same ol' style, I think I heard it before
    I'm steppin to you, through you, like you wasn't even there
    Pissy rappers with Pampers, get out of my hair
    Run to mommy and change, come back when you're ready boy
    Stinging your small brains, rhymes that be steady boy
    Toy, you're just a perfect decoy
    to follow, learn, look, write, copy
    You still ain't down, your fuckin rhymes are sloppy
    Scrib-scrab, scriggledy scrab
    Motherfucker with a crayon, coloring book out
    You stop you look out, right beside with a rhyme I took out
    Banging your brain cell, I'm hype and hyper
    Ready and riper, but not that type of
    whack MC, who try to fuck with me
    So bring your stupid ass, and try your luck with me
    I get busy and snapback, flashback
    Smack back your crew and the sidekick motherfuckers you look whack
    Step up black when I'm on center stage
    Here's the mic, psych, go back, sit down
    And stop perpetrating, because you're not that large

    [Kool Keith: verse with tape edits - best guess]
    You're like a small time rapper, frontin your big and
    you and your boy, check out Keith diggin
    Your rhymes are useless, shitty and senseless
    You want a career, better yet you should end this
    Stop and go twice homepiss what's wrong
    Show me rhymes and hooks, oh that same ol' song
    Awww shit, you think you're comin legit
    Your rhyme a jumble of words, and half of them don't fit
    You need to quit boy, jump up fetch sit boy
    You're bitin my rhyme bone, like it's a play toy
    You're starvin, takin rhymes hey Marvin
    Here stupider brains I need to mold and carve and
    every time you rhyme, keep your step and distance
    D'ya know what you're doing, you need further assistance?
    Rhyme hot blisters, takin your sisters
    Deep in the love zone with all tongue twisters
    Rock and roll, calypso, jazz
    Like Brick was a funk band, fuck with Dazz
    What'cha sayin, you wanna step on the hardwood
    Rhymes'll beat you down like the back of a billy club
    You bite and bite, just another silly dub
    On cassette and tape decks, who got you the deal?
    You wanna rhyme like me toy, now be for real
    Walk off, step off, give me back the mic
    Come in, step up, fuck around tonight
    And stop perpetrating, because you're not that large

    [Kool Keith]
    I'ma say 'em again, over and over, powerful rhymes
    The motherfucker ain't large
    Tryin to diss man, yo homepiss man
    Step in a rhyme jab, get hit with a fist mad
    National, you fuck around with the champion
    Show me that whack style plus that campeon
    Stick and move, uppercut with a left rhyme
    Damage ya brain, punch it out with a def rhyme
    You're sleepin, stupid as you slept
    And everytime you move, I take one more step
    Further down the road, super rhymes a detour
    Smoke is built up, but can you see more
    I'm ready now, bring your ass on stage
    Look around in your green book and turn the page
    Aww, yeah, what, oh I thought so
    You think you could rhyme, uh-uh, no no
    Put the mic down, and listen how you sound
    Writin bullshit, and cheap old metaphor
    Your rhymes need homework, a grade and a better score
    Zero, fuck around with the madman
    Cause rappers like you, keep me happy and glad man
    To pick up the microphone go solo
    Grabbin your brain, crush it up like bolo
    In a second, step aside as I'm wreckin
    Takin, choppin, back to back, you whack rappers are over
    Flippin like Rover, and out of a smooth rhyme, steppin all over
    Back and forth with, go back play home
    You comin with whack rhymes, go back stay home
    Think about it - never lie to yourself
    And stop perpetrating, because you're not that large

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