{all samples cut by Moe Luv are from Star Wars}



	"Rebel base.. rebel base"

[Keith] Ahh yeah, party people LIVE in the place to be

	from the Civic Center in Boston, Massachusetts

	The world famous Ultramagnetic MC's comin hard

[C.Gee]	Word up!

[Keith] Rockin for a standing room only crowd

	of fifty-five million, eight-thousand nine

	"Rebel base.. rebel base"

[C.Gee] Like this!



[Kool Keith]

I got a radio, small and yet portable

Comfortable, with the sound in audio

Kickin, high hats just tickin

Spicy lyrics, and words finger lickin.. good

But you know I could

Beat on steel, break tons of wood.. down

with a funky sound

Square mixer, the record is round

and turning, for the million I'm earning

Shock the rhythm, and just keep learning

this, that is supposed to

Grab your ear, and have it move close

to the speakers, so you hear me clearly

I'm out yes, to damage severely

You're very far, and not yet nearly

expressing them, but you're messing them up

Your bummy rhymes, I'm dressing them up

for the battle win, like a snake I'm rattlin

The red ball with the wooden piece paddlin

MC's, stop the perpetrating

And step off, release the mic and Break North

North North North



[Ultra] It's like that y'all

[C.Gee] Word

[Ultra] It's like that y'all

[C.Gee] Feel it!



[Ced Gee]

I'm like a merchandise, a customized item

Computer rapper for ducks who wanna bite em

Stand back, watch the man recite em

It took a minute a second for me to write em

and type em and hype em and psych em, up

Change my rhythm, before I get stuck

in an altitude, beyond my own level

I smack rappers, and send em to the devil

on a bus, return em to dust

I start infections, reduce em to pus

I'm on that scanner, and brains I blow out

To old bones, and skulls I throw out

to the backyard, and yes the wackyard

You need a pipe, there's the old crackyard

Your last stop, it has to be the graveyard

Peakin, Ced Gee I'm speakin

I smell smoke, my tonsils are leakin

words, in the right direction

Add the beats with the lyrics perfection

Stompin, the bass and highs, Break North



[C.Gee] Word up!  Word - feel it!



[Kool Keith]

Well I'm rocks, like a chain to a link

I wear black while suckers wear pink

Now think, about my capital law

I break domes, and speak in the raw

I'm iller, a South Bronx killer

I chop rappers, and throw em in the river

Tastin, as I swallow your liver

Here's your brain for your girl I can give her

messages, clues from a murderer

And if she's ugly, I never even heard of her

telling, bugging detectives

I wear a bag, four contraceptives

and aluminum, wrapped in all foil

I play a game, slick to be oil

for the other roaches, MC's I boil

and roast, mega degrees

I swarm around with a thousand of bees

Absorb earth and the honey from trees

I'm the King Bee, my girl's the Queen Bee

And when you're stung, you never even seen me

vanish, Kool Keith here to damage, Break North

North, North, North



	Word up

	Like that y'all, it's like that y'all

	It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

	It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all

	It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all!!!



	Yeah, y'all better be ready for some guerilla warfare



"Rebel base.."

	"Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up"

	"Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up"

"We're goin in, we're goin in full throttle

 that oughta keep those fighters off our back"