Yo, what up, Ced-Gee? This beat is hype, I'm feelin' it
Word up, Kool Keith. Yeah, yeah, no, no, more love
Tell 'em one more time how Kool Keith is feelin' it
You gotta feel it
Word up, I like that. One more time, one more time
You gotta feel it
Aight, yo, Keith, bust this, show 'em how you do it
Now here's a funky beat, my rhyme is updated
For soft ducks, I played it
Once, a biter jumped on it
Girls got stupid, freaks humped on it
And from the back, I pumped on it
Mostly, with skill, top finesse
East to West, but I guess
I'm right, while others are wrong
Tryin' to teach, and usin' my song
Along, with your wiggity-wax
Stay back, get back, sit back down
And think about it, whenever you're dissin' me
You are the roach that sticks legs, wishin' me
And pushin' me, steadily on
Metaphor, better for, psychin' more
On my tour, brains are sore
I'll be sure, I'm fresher
So tell me how I (Feel it)
Ducks, wack rappers around
In town, never wearin' no boots
Toy Bally, sharkskin suits
With a story, and through his auditory
Canal Street, is my territory
For gold glory, reachin' my hand out
To smack rappers, and makin' them stand outside
Waitin' for me, to tell them
My secret style, and show them
How it really is done, my son
Now I'm back to you
And if you're bad I'll smack you through
A glass of rhymes, shattering
Now you're cut up, say what up
Shut up, 'cause I'm feelin' it
Yo, that was dope
Word up, Ced, we runnin' America about
Right now. What's up with Ced-Gee?
Yo, Ced, you ready to get on and tell 'em how you feel?
Yeah, word up, bust this, man, let's do this
I might as well go through this, right?
Definitely
Aight, do it
Hello, I'm back again
It's Ced-Gee, the champion
Of knowledge and wisdom over all topics
I'm the chief, the general prophet
Toppin', all the ducks who are delirious
About rhymin', I'm more serious
Like this, with twists and changes
I took time, and rearranged it
Style like how, versatile
You ask me now, wow, I'm like Ching-Ching Chow
The movie, you seen on TV
I'll be humorous, but believe me
I'll chop you up, bash your brain
Rotate your liver, then I'm gonna give ya
A fresh rhyme made, sealed and delivered
By me, the manufacturer
Straight outta Attica, I come after ya
And if you run, I have to damage ya
Mentally, by usin' my mind
Choosin' adjectives, hard to define
In rhymes, a dictionary word feast
From the brainiac, out through your dome-piece
Open, hopin' you'll say to me
"That was dope," like an anatomy
Operation on the turntable
Slicin' nerds with verbs fully able
Equipped, with the white handkerchief
To wipe away the germs who wanna hang with this
Ultra-smoker, dope man, no joker
With the line I wrote and I quote-a
'Cause I'm feelin' it
You gotta feel it
I feel it. One more time, man
Just another Boogie Down Bronx sure shot
Word up, Fort Greene mission posse in effect
To my man Tim South
Valley, my next door neighbor, Hollywood House Family
Oh, the whole nine crew, Wester, everybody
Brother Kevy Kev, Brother Kev, Keith Brother, Kevy Kev is in effect
Yo, Calvin, what's up, man?
Jungle Brothers, Violators, the whole family
London, we outie
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