Lyrics:

f/ Ultramagnetic MC's, Rude Boy Remmington







[ Note: due to the dense track some parts are a strict guess ]







[ *phone conversation* ]



[ Kool Keith ] Yo Allstar Fresh, what's up?



This is Kool Keith



[ Allstar ] Yo, what's up, man?



[ Kool Keith ] Yeah, I wrote this hype rhyme for 'Cold Slammin'



I need a dope beat



[ Allstar ] Wait up, wait up



Yo, bust this







( *beat drops* )







[ VERSE 1: Kool Keith of Ultramagnetic MC's ]



Well, I'm hype and dope, super superb and nicer



The beat is slammin, with the cuts a pricer



Movin the crowd with the bass that kick back



The funky rhyme with the mic, now get back



And watch the floor burn, the rhythm is nitro



The cuts from Allstar, the jam is hype-o



Hypnotize till you vibe as I groove on



Steadily pacin the bass to move on



Rock the house, rock the club, rock the jam



Sing along, goddamn



Rhymes that come through get hot and hyper



So damn rough and really I'm that type of



Man to groove, stop and prove



Man to beat, man to meet



So look at me peak this



Style I'm usin, takin and choosin



You can't bite, toy, it's quite confusin



Verbally tactics, high kicks and drumsticks



Hittin the rhythm with a tap and a snare



As I go and flow, let you know I'm keepin up



Creepin up, take the mic on tour



I'm cold slammin







[ *scratching of* ]



(Kool Keith)







[ VERSE 2: Ced Gee of Ultramagnetic MC's ]



Lyric designer, kickin his rhymes right



Ced Gee work late night, back now, recite



The rhymes that go in you, takin control of you



To damage your braincells, move forward, flowin to



The next line, let me shake those, accomplished



Find a crowd - then pump this



Once or twice to make sure that they heard of me



Lyrics so dope, they put my foes through surgery



Battered, bruised up, used up, shoes up



They chose to oppose Ced Gee and got fucked up



Far and near, dead in the ear, crystal clear



So bring another volunteer



To step on stage, grab a mic and try, do



He won't like it, so I can fly you



The manner, fashion's always stash him, smash him, wax him



On your ass is who I'm faxin



A letter of poetry, dope and you know it's me



Hype and ripe, enticed like you told me



Information from the technician



You can't diss me, so stop wishin



Your rhymes get entered, break in the center



Mould and carve it, Ced Gee's who I went to



Play the jam, hot damn, my man, I stand and cram



Cause I'm slammin







[ *scratching of* ]



(Ced Gee)







[ *scratching of* ]



(I'm the King Bee)







[ VERSE 3: Rude Boy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad ]



I spark a question mark, put the letter in



Comes a scam before slammin on which



How many ways, modes, paths, methods



Punk attitude make me fed up



To myself I tumble, ready to funk them



Alter ego negative, show some



Burn some, cause your tag is a paper



Holdin my styles like common capers



You retriever, nothin cheaper, beaver



I'm here to crumble your ego like Libra



On a bug out tip like a chimpansee or a monkey



To snack the junkie



On a track by Fresh - funky



Bass cold bounce and bump be slammin



Even Amsterdam my song will find dancin



Clamouring, I never was the feminine



Just the Remmington, Amsterdamian



What's wrong with a song and a rep for standin



For the next man I hold the beef with knife and fork



Let your boot see, I bust your head cork



Cold slammin







[ *scratching of* ]



(Urban Dance Squad)







[ Allstar Fresh ]



Rude Boy Remmington







Yo, it's my turn



Back to burn



Allstar Fresh



Youknowmsayin?



Check this out







[ VERSE 4: Allstar Fresh ]



I go swift to lift the pitch, a switch, it change



Back to heat one, back to beat one



Allstar Fresh, I take the mic and defeat one



Wack MC, I take him out in the first round



Give him a problem, make it a hard time



Complication, rhyming formation



A lyrical madness, a funky bass and



Chasin, tastin, a litteral metaphor



Better fall, come on, you better score



1-2-3-4-5 and 6, so



Look at the Allstar, a deejay that mix, so



Fresh on the wheels of steel cause I'm Fresh, man



Those are powerful, king and the best man



As I go on the mic and so on



You look back now, you look wack now



Come in the place, catch your face a smack-down