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[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 thi