Cold Slammin`

[ Note: due to the dense track some parts are a strict guess ]<br><br>[ *phone conversation* ]<br>[ Kool Keith ] Yo Allstar Fresh, what`s up?<br> This is Kool Keith<br>[ Allstar ] Yo, what`s up, man?<br>[ Kool Keith ] Yeah, I wrote this hype rhyme for `Cold Slammin`<br> I need a dope beat<br>[ Allstar ] Wait up, wait up<br> Yo, bust this<br><br>( *beat drops* )<br><br>[ VERSE 1: Kool Keith of Ultramagnetic MC`s ]<br>Well, I`m hype and dope, super superb and nicer<br>The beat is slammin, with the cuts a pricer<br>Movin the crowd with the bass that kick back<br>The funky rhyme with the mic, now get back<br>And watch the floor burn, the rhythm is nitro<br>The cuts from Allstar, the jam is hype-o<br>Hypnotize till you vibe as I groove on<br>Steadily pacin the bass to move on<br>Rock the house, rock the club, rock the jam<br>Sing along, goddamn<br>Rhymes that come through get hot and hyper<br>So damn rough and really I`m that type of<br>Man to groove, stop and prove<br>Man to beat, man to meet<br>So look at me peak this<br>Style I`m usin, takin and choosin<br>You can`t bite, toy, it`s quite confusin<br>Verbally tactics, high kicks and drumsticks<br>Hittin the rhythm with a tap and a snare<br>As I go and flow, let you know I`m keepin up<br>Creepin up, take the mic on tour<br>I`m cold slammin<br><br>[ *scratching of* ]<br>(Kool Keith)<br><br>[ VERSE 2: Ced Gee of Ultramagnetic MC`s ]<br>Lyric designer, kickin his rhymes right<br>Ced Gee work late night, back now, recite<br>The rhymes that go in you, takin control of you<br>To damage your braincells, move forward, flowin to<br>The next line, let me shake those, accomplished<br>Find a crowd - then pump this<br>Once or twice to make sure that they heard of me<br>Lyrics so dope, they put my foes through surgery<br>Battered, bruised up, used up, shoes up<br>They chose to oppose Ced Gee and got fucked up<br>Far and near, dead in the ear, crystal clear<br>So bring another volunteer<br>To step on stage, grab a mic and try, do<br>He won`t like it, so I can fly you<br>The manner, fashion`s always stash him, smash him, wax him<br>On your ass is who I`m faxin<br>A letter of poetry, dope and you know it`s me<br>Hype and ripe, enticed like you told me<br>Information from the technician<br>You can`t diss me, so stop wishin<br>Your rhymes get entered, break in the center<br>Mould and carve it, Ced Gee`s who I went to<br>Play the jam, hot damn, my man, I stand and cram<br>Cause I`m slammin<br><br>[ *scratching of* ]<br>(Ced Gee)<br><br>[ *scratching of* ]<br>(I`m the King Bee)<br><br>[ VERSE 3: Rude Boy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad ]<br>I spark a question mark, put the letter in<br>Comes a scam before slammin on which<br>How many ways, modes, paths, methods<br>Punk attitude make me fed up<br>To myself I tumble, ready to funk them<br>Alter ego negative, show some<br>Burn some, cause your tag is a paper<br>Holdin my styles like common capers<br>You retriever, nothin cheaper, beaver<br>I`m here to crumble your ego like Libra<br>On a bug out tip like a chimpansee or a monkey<br>To snack the junkie<br>On a track by Fresh - funky<br>Bass cold bounce and bump be slammin<br>Even Amsterdam my song will find dancin<br>Clamouring, I never was the feminine<br>Just the Remmington, Amsterdamian<br>What`s wrong with a song and a rep for standin<br>For the next man I hold the beef with knife and fork<br>Let your boot see, I bust your head cork<br>Cold slammin<br><br>[ *scratching of* ]<br>(Urban Dance Squad)<br><br>[ Allstar Fresh ]<br>Rude Boy Remmington<br><br>Yo, it`s my turn<br>Back to burn<br>Allstar Fresh<br>Youknowmsayin?<br>Check this out<br><br>[ VERSE 4: Allstar Fresh ]<br>I go swift to lift the pitch, a switch, it change<br>Back to heat one, back to beat one<br>Allstar Fresh, I take the mic and defeat one<br>Wack MC, I take him out in the first round<br>Give him a problem, make it a hard time<br>Complication, rhyming formation<br>A lyrical madness, a funky bass and<br>Chasin, tastin, a litteral metaphor<br>Better fall, come on, you better score<br>1-2-3-4-5 and 6, so<br>Look at the Allstar, a deejay that mix, so<br>Fresh on the wheels of steel cause I`m Fresh, man<br>Those are powerful, king and the best man<br>As I go on the mic and so on<br>You look back now, you look wack now<br>Come in the place, catch your face a smack-down