One two one two

Ultramagnetics in full effect

We talkin about givin the drummer some

You know what kool keith yo tell em whats on your mind

Kool keith

I'm ready

And now its my turn to build

Uplift get swift then drift

Off and do my own thing

Switch up

Change my pitch up

Smack my b**ch up like a pimp

For any rapper who attempt to wear troops

And step on my path

I'm willing as a a-1 general

Rhyme enforcer 235 on a rhyme test

Whatever group or vest in line

I put em all behind

Play mc ultra as a warning sign of my

Skill and what my mind deserves

I smell a grape in the duck preserves

And who deserves the right to be king of the screen

And shout wack poetry

What are you buggin

Germs that want to law me

Quit it before I heat your ear off

Let your burn deduct another year off rappin

For a face I'm slappin

Gimme applause when hands start clappin

Now give the drummer some

Ced-gee

Well I'm ced

The rhyming force delta

When I enter you best take shelter

Cuz I'm d**e and yes I will melt a

Anyone who tried to even felt a

Emotion or thought that they could hang with me

I cut you up because you are my enemy

On my stage interfering with my radius

So step back cuz I'mma start to spray with this

Can of raid spray

If you're a germ filthy like aids I'll

Clean you up with heat

Vapors scrubbin and scrubbing

Like a mistake on paper I'm rubbin

Erasin you out like some ink

Cuz you dirty your rhymes are stink

Like garbage I hafta put you in a hefty

Or instead should I just let thee

Weak mcs accumulate like dust

Take out my duster shine them up and

Teach them respect

Hook em up just like a tape deck

Mono or stereo cuz I'm a real pro

With a cameo and not an afro

This beat is funky I'm not a nympho

You know why

Then give the drummer some

Kool keith

Some rappers are ratin us

Some are hatin us

Some are talkin

Some debatin us

Critically but physically my mind is

Self-taught like a rap pro designed us

A matter to burn mcs and toys with

Flame 500 degrees of

Rhymes that heat and cook and

Sizzle your brain is on the grill at

Nighttime and what about the daytime

I hear the wack ones they get a lot of play time

Saying they're wack and wastin my airtime

You're #2 and next in my spare time

Another rhyme has to be controllin

And for your brain it must have been stolen

Tookin yes taken away

I'm on the court and I'm fading away with a

Jumper I shoot a rhyme in your face

Add the points while I rob the bass

Incredible come in three dimensions

Parallel with the funky extensions

I'm kool keith runnin rap conventions on

Time

Now give the drummer some