Bait ('97 Remix)

[Ced] Now we're the Ultramagnetic [Kool] Strung out on a mission [Ced] Did twenty-four tracks [Kool] Our rhymes to serve as bait [Ced] On the Red Alert show [Kool] Fresh and on the go [Ced] Dominating other cats [Kool] With the brains to please [Ced] Playin it [Kool] Saturday's, yes and always [Ced] In control [Kool] of the beat, to make you move your feet and give you bait [Red Alert] Yesssssss... Kool Keith! [Kool Keith] With a ? aligned fade, Technic 1200's Are combined to rotate, swiftly left to right On the mix, Red Alert, controlled by gamma light Ninety-eight point seven, KISS upon the label Of the record that he's holding beside a wooden table I am able to MC, by testing musically Through a caliber of rhymes arranged and wrote by me As an artist and composer, the style I have supposed to be Made for soft ducks and pushed by bulldogs Step to the side words glide, for me and then collide Like a demolition derby, punks I will be smashin With a sign to amuse, words will keep on crashin Very hazardous vocab, impeachin Kool Keith Givin bait! Greg Nice! [Red Alert] Yesssssss... Ced Gee.. [Ced Gee] Now with the temperature rising, the beat, is just driving The wizard on the mic, is fully emphasizing Red Alert, goes bezerk, make you jump and jerk Hydroplayin relayin decayin, and it work Every second captivating, your mind, body and soul As the chairman of the board, hip-hop, and just totally Set to protect, send right, or do reset Every sucker in the way, no stoppin East and West Best gradius remains, with more, I have a fade That'll stay to amaze, for weeks, and many days On the mic I'm always ready, my job, is set to stay For the Ultramagnetic, Ced Gee, I devestate With Moe Love and Kool Keith, we stop, annihilate And give you bait! Ah Greg Nice! [Red Alert] Yesssssss... *beatboxing* Ultra *beatboxing* Ultra *beatboxing* DJ Moe Love.. ah just hit me! *more beatboxing* What's his name umm, Kool Keith [Kool Keith] Well I'm fresh out the pack, back to let you know When the light turn green it's time for Red to go On the mix to advance, reachin higher levels Through his books of magic cool, the wizard of tricks Red Alert's non-stop, while heads stop to bop To the beat you will listen, turn the dial to KISS Cause I'm steady beatin toys, ballin up my fists Punchin every MC, directly in the brain I'm killing, willing scheme and just chilling Like a mad scientist to punks I will be ILLING! MUTILATING! More out of turn Choppin up every germ, I'm the wizard Kool Keith Givin bait! [Red Alert] Yesssssss... [Ced Gee] Real.. lousy competition, a task, to ignore Incantation to the norm, affecting attitude While we rising through creating, thoughts or premonitions Which allows conversation, between the controls Stimulating Ultra drive, is boosted to the max As my lyrics blow your BRAINS, you can't Comprehend the formulas, expressed, to relate And vexed, scientific, form, to create Parallel philosophies, UNIVERSAL QUESTIONS In a second you fester and learnin, new lessons From the wizard scientist, known as Ced Gee Takin time to dictate, to judge, affiliate And give you bait! Beatbox Greg Nice! [Red Alert] Yesssssss... Ah Red Alert [Red Alert] Yesssssss... Kevvy Kev Boogie Down Productions [Red Alert] Yesssssss...