[Ultramagnetic]



[Ced Gee]

Yo whassup 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 shit 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 class 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 sex

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 [x3]

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 sucker 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 kill 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 glasses 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