| Yo whassup yo
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| We in the Ultra lab man
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| We got this beat rollin man
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| We might as well start this Chorus Line, y’all with that?
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| Word up, yeah let’s do this shit man
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| Let’s get on that
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| Yo so how we gonna do this? | 
| Yo.
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| Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it?
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| Yo Tim Dog, you lead it off, aight?
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| Aight
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| We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man
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| It’s on you, take it my brother
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| Ahhhhhhhhh, call me the hick that vicked
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| To lick the dick you spick, cause I’m too quick
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| I be appraisin, raised with the brave
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| I’m the headmaster and you’re my slave
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| Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
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| Have the class to, faster, call me the master
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| You wanna jet, project with a similie
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| But I’m so large I boned your girl Emily
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| Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed her
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| You wanna be taught? | 
| Later
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| I’ll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
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| In tow. | 
| cause I got so
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| Many dollars, scholars, holler
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| Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk
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| Away, cause Dog don’t lay
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| If rappers wanna play — go ride a sleigh
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| I’ll compare and dare with a stare
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| You say where? | 
| I’m over here
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| Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
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| Difficult, to some terrifical
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| Hypothetically, alphabetically
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| Energetically, theoretically
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| No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
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| Dog will get more, yes yes yes y’all
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| I manifest protest and progress
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| Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex
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| I can’t believe how dope I am
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| Give me a pound, thank you ma’am
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| So whether you think that I’m just a myth
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| To rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifth
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| To shift the spliff that’s in control to hold and fold
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| A bowl’ll make you take and ache and fake
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| Whoooo. | 
| hot damn I’m great
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| I’m on the Chorus Line
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| It’s a Chorus Line (3X)
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| Yo Trev (yeah) bust your rhyme
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| Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
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| Gimme a second, to think of
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| The dopest lingua, lyrical interest
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| The metaphor better for, if and in awe
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| Before the score, want more then implore
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| The rhyme line fine, com-bine design
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| Redefine, intertwine
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| Down the line, see the sign, stop sign
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| Pause -- and let me enter your brain
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| Reachin the full circumfrence then maintain
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| To build, in which I equal to destroy
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| I’m like a twister tornado, you’re just a toyboy
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| Made, manufactured by, Parker Brothers
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| You bought your rhymes, from another wholesale
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| Words are stale, up to bail
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| Cause you fail, try to trail
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| My certain style, words and rhythm for connecting
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| Dissecting, interjecting, I’m collecting
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| Fiends, the way it actually should be know to me
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| Cause that’s the way it has to be done for me
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| Mine, and everyone else around
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| You’re unequal to the sounds of my ratio
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| My strength is mental universal power
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| For the hour I will rain like a shower
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| Nucleon, cause you be on, fatal
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| More than able, also capable
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| Of takin you out without a doubt
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| And with clout just a sissy, a sucker girl scout
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| I’ll rewind myself and then begin again
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| Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen
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| Come again, as I intend to start to end
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| To go beyond, means of a titan
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| I’m fightin, releasing my fury to cause static
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| And shine, the superstar, reign supreme
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| T.R. | 
| the Lover has got to be
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| Dope and def, the best that never fessed
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| Unless you guessed the test, a threat in chess
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| Never mess up for my Chorus Line
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| Yo Ced, here’s your rhyme
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| Metaphor layer, kickin it righteous
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| Ced Gee’s the hypest, man that might just
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| Rip into this, rap right through this
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| Beat that’s sweet to eat, I’m not new to this
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| Rappin with swing and, bein distinct man
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| Seein the waffle can, rap with me understand
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| The fact I sound def means that I’m buildin
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| I’m so dope I got rhymes by the million
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| The image maker breaker taker faker shaker
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| You rhyme like me, you shoulda stayed the
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| Hell out the industry, cause that means you’re jockin me
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| Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, you’re not ahead of me
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| But that’s not all, I just feel that I’m better than
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| Cause I’m Ultra, and I’m a veteran
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| With rhymes, by the thous', stacks and piles
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| I’m a scientist, you say how
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| The hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust
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| A rhyme with gale force, conducting with mega-thrust | 
| To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the will
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| That make the people straight and still
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| To prance and dance and find romance and take the chance
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| To glance, while I still deal
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| Rhymes that’s powerful, witty and logical
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| Mystical just to show, what I know when I go
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| Out, and move on the battle tip
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| You rhymes like, you’se a quick pick to stick
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| The type of hype I like to recite on — my Chorus Line
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| Yeah boy it’s a Chorus Line
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| Aiyyo Keith (yo) you know what?
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| It’s your rhyme
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| I’m crankin up with the rhymes, brain tanks need fuel
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| Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in, turbo
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| Combustion attitude, gratitude, increasing altitude
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| Levels, but changing latitude
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| It’s very rude when you step on my path
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| I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my friend
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| My style within — holds the righs to win
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| Your brain I bend, like a pound of steel
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| Lethal power, to me you’re weasel power
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| I’m overloaded with tons of diesel power
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| Contraction, you’re not ready for action
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| Two hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin
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| Buffin cleanin polishin, every act up
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| You wanna battle with me you must be cracked up
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| Stop the jokes the games you’re playin
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| You never were sayin or payin, one bit of attention
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| To me my rhymes my clothes my hat my shoes
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| My shirt my tie, the glasses on my eye
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| I try, not to cry
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| Cause you’re wack as ever, never better
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| Clever to pick up the mic, in any snow or rain
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| Whether or not you tried to scheme or dream
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| A beam of life, but my lyrics are bright
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| Like a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge
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| I got to college, attend to astrology, test
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| A million groups’ll fess, I’m still the best
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| Kool Keith to impress
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| I’m like a heat ray, cookin up your brain
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| I like it well done, on the Chorus Line |