Ultramagnetic Mc's - A Chorus Line lyrics

Ultramagnetic [Ced Gee] Yo wha**up 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 sh** 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 [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 cla** 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 s** 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 (3X) 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 s**er 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 k** 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 gla**es 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