MC Champion

And now Your MC Champions, Ultramagnetic [Spoken word] I am sealing off the dimensional window Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar [Ced Gee] Ah yeah One two, one two This is Agent Bless Ced Gee Ultramagnetics in full effect We in here dropping freestyle rhymes like MC Champions So Keith, take it away [Kool Keith] Power compactor, brain distractor Dropping a bomb right in your anal connector Sector, vector, the lyric inspector X-Ray vision, power perfector Lecktor, Megator, Igor Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop The rhythm the drop the hit the top to make ya swing or pop As I flow, pick up the micro- Phone get hypotension is original Lyrical miracle, back to attack one Black one, white one, green one or blue one Colorful street rhymes, I'm back to do one Or two of you, three of you, or four of you Five or six or seven, eleven of you Wack MCs get back in the last line And wait on the mic, you think I'm ready to pass mine Up in the roach hand, with clever ability I know when to sting a brain, just like I'm a killer bee Hitting em hard with the rhyme as the flame grow Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow Polka-dot MC's, African, Indian Spanish-American, mixed with Panamanian Arabian Nubian, speaking Siberian Japanese, Chinese, and regular MCs Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back Sidewind and rattle like a snake I strike back I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you Your company management, the dummy who signed you To pick up the slack but the hype ain't selling many Records and tapes cause your rap ain't telling any Metaphor phases, think that amazes Me, the next man, no biter but innovator With lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator Bite my style, nibbling on the big jock With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in a headlock Count the one two three four five I'm like The Bushwhackers tag-teaming your dome I'm just a champion [Ced Gee] Ah yeah, yo Keith, bust this I got some freestyle rhymes too I'mma warm up, then I'mma get deep Bust it, check this out Yo, poetic genius, kicking metaphor Ced Gee is the big boss, making it better for A pile of them, MCs again, I'm ragging them So listen up my friend I'm rapping to manifest, people so blind I guess Type of hype I select, when I rap come correct My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's lethal Here's a dose, a taste of my potential My super menu winds you bends you sends you To watch a brother like me, continue Out on the warpath, flashback, sit back Kick back with that, dope rap attack Those that can't rap, with that weak rap Need to get back, and just to add to that Fact, with words from the knowledge tip My rhymes are swift, I have the gift Like hocus-pocus, Ced Gee, and I'm still on My mic is loaded with rhymes that flame on Now you know just what I am creating We call it mega funk, a plan stating I'm verbally passing, rhymes are outlasting Waxing and smashing and kicking more ass and With intensity, Ced Gee has got to be Schooling the wannabes, rappers who try to be Like me, C-E-D To flow on the mic and show no mercy I'm a champion, I'm undefeated My rep is strong, no hype is ever needed To grow and grow, to grow and grow To grow and grow, and grow and grow To grow and grow, and grow and grow Rap taller than Buckwheat's afro I'm a champion