[Ced Gee]

Yo whassup yo

We in the Ultra lab man

We got this beat rollin man

We might as well start the 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, ?



[Tim Dog]

Aight



[Ced Gee]

We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man

It's on you, kick it my brother



[Tim Dog]

Ahhhhhhhhh shit, call me the hick get Vick to lick the dick

to spit, 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

Half the class step back, they'll call me the master

You wanna jet, project with a similie

But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily

Procrastinator later hater played out sprayed her

You wanna be taught?  Raider

I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold

in tow.. cause I got so

many dollars, scholars, holla

Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk

away, cause dog don't lay

Rappers wanna play?  Go ride a sleigh

I'll compare and dare with a stare

You can 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 his clip that's in control to hold the bolo

a bowl I make you take and ache and fake

Whoooo.. hot damn I'm great

I'm on the Chorus Line



	It's a Chorus Line (3X)

	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 language for 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'm equal to destroy

I'm like a teacher 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 sugar style, words and rhythm for connecting

Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting

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 to threat in jest

Never mess up from a 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 that 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 mean 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 do

rhymes that's powerful, we're the illogical

Mystical just to show, what I know when I go

out, and move on to battle

You rhymes like shit, youse a quick thinker stinkin

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 rhyme, 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 and

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

or whether or not you tried to scheme a dream 

or 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 confessed, 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