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[Ced Gee]

Yo whassup yo

We in the Ultra lab man

We got this beat rollin man

We might as well start this 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, you lead it off, aight?



[Tim Dog]

Aight



[Ced Gee]

We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man

It's on you, take it my brother



[Tim Dog]

Ahhhhhhhhh [edited], call me the hick that vicked

To lick the dick you spick, 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

Have the class to, faster, call me the master

You wanna jet, project with a similie

But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily

Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed her

You wanna be taught? Later

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

in tow.. cause I got so

many dollars, scholars, holler

Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk

away, cause Dog don't lay

If rappers wanna play - go ride a sleigh

I'll compare and dare with a stare

You 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 thi