Give the Drummer Some

<br>&lt;INTRO&gt;<br>one two, one two<br>Ultramagnetic`s in full effect<br>we talkin` about givin` the drummer some<br>you know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell `em what`s on your mind<br><br>KOOL KEITH:<br>I`m ready<br>And now it`s my turn to build<br>Uplift, get swift, then drift<br>Off... and do my own thing<br>Switch up<br>Change my pitch up<br>Smack my bitch up, like a pimp<br>For any rapper who attempt to wear Troop`s<br>and step on my path<br>I`m willing as a A-1 General<br>Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test<br>Whatever group or vest in line<br>I put `em all behind<br>Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my <br>Skill, and what my mind deserves<br>I smell a grape in the duck preserves<br>And who deserves the right to be king of the screen<br>And shout wack poetry<br>What, are you buggin`<br>Germs that want to law me<br>Quit it, before I heat your ear off<br>Let your burn deduct another year off rappin`<br>For a face I`m slappin`<br>Gimme applause when hands start clappin`<br>Now give the drummer some<br><br><br>CED-GEE:<br>Well I`m Ced<br>The Rhyming Force Delta<br>When I enter, you best take shelter<br>Cuz I`m dope, and yes I will melt a<br>Anyone who tried to even felt a<br>Emotion, or thought that they could hang with me<br>I cut you up, because you are my enemy<br>On my stage, interfering with my radius<br>So step back, cuz I`mma start to spray with this<br>Can, of Raid Spray<br>If you`re a germ, filthy like AIDS, I`ll<br>Clean, you up with heat<br>Vapors, scrubbin` and scrubbing<br>Like a mistake on paper, I`m rubbin`<br>erasin` you out like some ink<br>Cuz you dirty, your rhymes are stink<br>Like garbage, I hafta put you in a Hefty<br>Or instead, should I just let thee<br>weak MC`s accumulate like dust<br>Take out my duster, shine them up and<br>Teach... them respect<br>Hook `em up just like a tape deck<br>Mono or Stereo, cuz I`m a real pro<br>With a cameo, and not an afro<br>This beat is funky, I`m not a nympho<br>You know why?<br>Then give the drummer some<br><br>KOOL KEITH:<br>Some rappers are ratin` us<br>some are hatin` us<br>Some are talkin`<br>some debatin` us<br>Critically, but physically my mind is<br>Self-taught like a rap pro designed us<br>A matter to burn MC`s and toys with<br>Flame, 500 degrees of <br>Rhymes, that heat and cook and<br>sizzle, your brain is on the grill at<br>Nighttime, and what about the daytime<br>I hear the wack ones, they get a lot of play time<br>Saying they`re wack and wastin` my airtime<br>You`re #2 and next in my spare time<br>Another rhyme has to be controllin`<br>And for your brain, it must have been stolen<br>tookin`, yes, taken away<br>I`m on the court, and I`m fading away with a<br>Jumper, I shoot a rhyme in your face<br>Add the points while I rob the bass<br>Incredible, come in three dimensions<br>Parallel with the funky extensions<br>I`m Kool Keith runnin` rap conventions on<br>Time<br>Now give the drummer some