[Keith] Yo whattup Ced?  This beat is funky

[C.Gee] Word up Kool Keith you know why this beat is funky?

	Cause I ain't havin it no other way

[Keith] Word

[C.Gee] So bust this, yo Keith

	I want you to rip this beat apart, it's on you



[Kool Keith]

I keep stamina, for a beat that's rocketable

For you wack MC's, it's jocketable

Bite the notes and quotes, analysis

Home pissed as I disrespect you obedients

But my rhymes correct you like a switch

to a small mistake

I wax all of you, and leave your ears to ache

You need Excedrin, Anacin, medicine

And for your brain, what better sin stupid

Now you picked your choice

You didn't win now you're seein my voice

in the flesh, step out your radio

No illusions, back in stereo

So here we go as I step on to you

I never knew you but my rhymes go through you

like acid, I burn your whole suit off

I'm Heat Miser, and you're Rudolph

For any date and time you wanna square off

My rhymes are clippers, they cut your hair off

the back the sides the top above your brain

below your skull, I step to you

cause you're plastic, my mind is solid steel

I make your domepiece spin like a windmill

Slow, I think it's time to go

I'm not havin it



Whattup Trev?  I'm not havin it

I'm runnin the universe about right now



[TR Love]

Yeah?  Yo Ced Gee, what you got to add to that?



[Ced Gee]

I tell a crowd of rappers, I need a whole stadium

The Kingdome, an arena or palladium

Step off, while I walk on stage

with the rhyme missile, cold blowin your ass up

For better safety, leave your mask up

Musically, I'm like lye in your face

I drown meters with tons of bass

You can't take it, the funkier I make it

With brick walls, you can't break it

Toy boy, you beat the Noyd

I be a Jetson, smooth like Elroy

Blastoff, I pull your cells out a socket

A twelve gauge with rhymes I gotta cock it

I'm deep fryin, chicken MC's who fell off

Recruited as a boy scout

And now the sissy, becomes a girl scout

Tryin to rip and lift and shift style to mines

on the wack-ass beat

I get unique, write rhymes for your feet

to shuffle, watch your shoes scuffle on down

to the funky rhythm that I give em

Ced Gee on the mic, I'm not havin it

Word up, I'm not havin it man

I'm fed up with all this nonsense goin on



[TR Love]

Yeah I see a lot of things gettin out of hand out here

So Keith, get it off your chest



[Kool Keith]

I'm not that average rapper, nobody's equal

And for the biter, his beat will

grow and grow and grow, til he finds out

He's not a pro-fessionally,

up to par, with myself

No comp', I like to battle myself

by myself, compete again myself

Score myself, on these weak ass charts

How can a fool say he's on the top?

Eight million rappers, my rhymes stop

with lyric bombs, the wack ones drop

like snowflakes, they turn to cornflakes

My voice shakes, causin earthquakes in Michigan

parts of New York

For local rappers, ducks who tryo to hawk

on the avenue, my rhymes are international

Covering, worldly smothering

I'm brain bustin, so take a Bufferin quick

until your knots start to heal

and go down, and feel OK

But like my son, you still obey

certain laws, a major is a factor

I pull your skull out, move it with a tractor

Diesel power, crushin MC's who try to

talk and mix and change and bite the lyrics

of a master, I'm Kool Keith, I'm not havin it