No way i'm frankly more clever than Get off the mic and won't you please pass it Parkay, margerine, everything butter Places far, ducks would appear With rough beats, producin the bass For any germ or lice who come last For every rapper, must i be smacking them Swing in the L, I'm ready to go But i'll rap and be crude to you Mega, supersonic degrees With rhymes, pumpin up smoke That blow out, cause power to go out For the critical beatdown! I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji I clear static, breakin up traffic I come to wreck, and parties i'll ruin Right, correctly to the top A toy boy, a fake scream puppet Class, you wasn't able to pass No hands, you dissapointing my fans I am the oven your brains i wanna heat up Ultramagnetic MC's Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.com. Places far, ducks would appear Diesel advances makin them choke For any germ or lice who come last I clear static, breakin up traffic Get off the mic and won't you please pass it To me, for a one-two check Move, while i enter the groove Well i'm the equalizer, known to be graphic I clear static, breakin up traffic Move, while i enter the groove I'm on top, and happy to prove In sight, you might just wanna bite Like this, altitude level I'm boric, high computing acid Swing in the l, i'm ready to go Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Parkay, margerine, everything butter No hands, you dissapointing my fans For the countdown, so you wait to rhyme Back up, move on to the rear I take your brain to another dimension Mega, supersonic degrees For any beat, it's time that i took it Mega, supersonic degrees Right, correctly to the top Class, you wasn't able to pass Move, while I enter the groove Give me a pound and lots of respect Cook it, like a fish i'll hook it With the rhythm and as your head bop You got a knife, yes I wanna scrape it I am the oven your brains i wanna heat up I'm on top, and happy to prove As Keith, Rap General Chief Executive I am the oven your brains I wanna heat up For every rapper, must I be smacking them Lyricapsule: The Surfaris Drop ‘Wipe Out’; June 22, 1963, Lyricapsule: The Byrds Drop ‘Mr. Reachin forth, stompin every devil With fire, to burn the toy liar For the countdown, so you wait to rhyme I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them Speakin, goin ear to ear To me, for a one-two check Puff up, while i make tough stuff up Pay close attention Losin, any rapper who follow me Swing in the l, i'm ready to go I'm hype, for the critical beatdown! Plus exquisitive I'm kool keith, cold rippin mc's I'm on top, and happy to prove An annotation cannot contain another annotation. To me, ced gee on the mic, and i'm hype Critical Beatdown is the 13th track on the Ultramagnetic MC’s debut album of the same name. And eat up, toy ducks i beat up Hold it, mold it, shape it I'm takin titles, and punks better up it With rough beats, producin the bass Back up, move on to the rear I'm kool keith, cold rippin mc's With the rhythm and as your head bop I'm hype - for the critical beatdown! All of you, each and every one, my son Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. For any beat, it's time that I took it I take your brain to another dimension That blow out, cause power to go out My illusions, mental confusions [Kool Keith] Pay close attention I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji My illusions, mental confusions Once, or twice in the face And cough up, the hard-headed i'll soften Be rude to you You on reverb, and talking to cans Losin, any rapper who follow me Mandatory, capital statements But i'll rap and be crude to you To wack mc's who claim to be better than No way i'm frankly more clever than You're a mark, skulls i've been abusin Copyright: Writer(s): Cedric Miller, Keith Mathew Thornton, Trevor Randolph, Maurice Smith, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS. Right, correctly to the top Plus exquisitive I come around, roastin mc's [Ced Gee] Reachin forth, stompin every devil Reachin forth, stompin every devil Places far, ducks would appear Be rude to you Well i'm the equalizer, known to be graphic As keith, rap general chief executive Speakin, goin ear to ear With rhymes, pumpin up smoke And eat up, toy ducks i beat up Raw meat, turn the flame higher For any germ or lice who come last Here's the K, combined the double-O A toy boy, a fake scream puppet Diesel advances makin them choke Hold it, mold it, shape it With fire, to burn the toy liar To me, ced gee on the mic, and i'm hype "Critical Beatdown" Track Info Written By DJ Moe Love , Maurice Smith , Kool Keith & 1 more Tambourine Man’; June 21, 1965, Lyricapsule: Nirvana Drop ‘Bleach’; June 15, 1989, Lyricapsule: Derek and the Dominos’ First Gig; June 14, 1970, Two Brothers With Checks (San Francisco Harvey). Be rude to you I come around, roastin MC's Raw meat, turn the flame higher Hold it, mold it, shape it My illusions, mental confusions Well i'm the equalizer, known to be graphic I clear static, breakin up traffic Move, while i enter the groove I'm on top, and happy to prove To wack mc's who claim to be better than Spongee, then after that drink a? Class, you wasn't able to pass And another thing, you shoulda been a muppet Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out I'm on top, and happy to prove Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me I'm boric, high computing acid And twist, stuttering, uttering Puff up, while I make tough stuff up All of you, each and every one, my son Give me a pound and lots of respect A toy boy, a thin string puppet Parkay, margerine, everything butter Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me I take your brain to another dimension You're a mark, skulls i've been abusin Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Speakin, goin ear to ear I come around, roastin mc's When i'm on the stage should be clear Inner spark, i'm ready to blow out I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin MC's Spongee, then after that drink a dungee Up and down, sideways, any way i can Here's the k, combined the double-o I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them When I'm on the stage should be clear I'm boric, high computing acid Cook it, like a fish i'll hook it Once, or twice in the face You on reverb, and talking to cans [Kool Keith] For the critical beatdown! Move, while i enter the groove Well i'm the equalizer, known to be graphic In sight, you might just wanna bite I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense You're a mark, skulls I've been abusin And twist, stuttering, uttering Hello - how are you doing? Critical Beatdown is the debut studio album by American hip hop group Ultramagnetic MCs, released on October 4, 1988, by Next Plateau Records. Inner spark, i'm ready to blow out Well I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic, I am the oven your brains I wanna heat up, Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me, I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense, If You Don't Get It The First Time, Back Up And Try It Again, Party by Fred Wesley & The J.B.'s, Hyperspeed (G-Force Part 2) by The Prodigy, Travelling at the Speed of Thought (Remix).
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