Lyrics:

{intro* talking by ultra left out} [kool
keith] I
brought a band sam, is on trombone He's
blowin' hard back-to-back, notes get, with it Take
off your coat meditate, let, your brain compel Just
think as the beat excels to your eardrums Cause
cells to numb and freeze while i break off at ease Real
smooth combined, the piano My
voice nasal no, soprano is needed To
get overheated and burn while the technics' turn For
the u-l the, t the, r-uh-a You
got a copy watch? the record play Bite
more spin...it every day You
wake up and try to make up a rhyme that fear me But
let me tell you straight i, know you hear me And
when i'm on the stage you just cheer me up another level Down
below i'm throwin' with the devil in a cage I'm
on the rampage you, need a number wanna? know my age Psyche?
i! carry a magnum Other
groups - i only will rag them and, wait While
you debate i hesitate observe, your wack styles You
been rappin' talkin', for miles about nothin' Cos
you don't amaze me i'm, like a game everyone, plays me Regular
extended, to the bonus for, some of you I
think you should've known this was funky [ced...
gee] Understand
the sounds you're listenin' It's
a band with, nitroglycerin One
with horns and trumpets i've, really pumped this Track
up cos i knew i must get you to dance across the floor Plus
give myself more of this beat then, teach All
of you how to really reach your peak And
don't have a seat cos, while the bass hits harder My
snare drum's never weak hi-hats, used real funky You
get freaky weakly, groovin' to the beat real neatly So
try to devote your-self to ultra-magnetic Pick
up my sculptured phonograph copy It's
not sloppy ax, your girl she, called me poppy That
was ceddie not, eddie i'm, ready I'm
not confetti nor, spaghetti But
instead i'm great because i create The
lyrics that match the pitch of my bass Kick
drum syndrum, no, hi-hats are needed While
ced gee gets overheated And
rough as i switch to matter in which Combined
with rhythm i can't miss Yo
this, track is funky man,
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