| «Hello!» | 
| «Ced Gee, champion» | 
| «Hello! | 
| I’m back again» | 
| «Ced Gee, champion» | 
| I’m a radar, sendin message to competitors | 
| Eliminating, another predator | 
| From the face, of the Earth | 
| Not the first to feel the wrath, of my curse | 
| Competing, just like David and Goliath | 
| My rhyme’s a slingshot, and yes they triumph | 
| Over the weak, minds, who claim they giants | 
| I’m more defiant, while you’re relyin | 
| On, your weak rhymin with connectors | 
| But I’m Ced Gee, the rhymin inspector | 
| Delta Force, number one, Omega Supreme soundwave | 
| Bringing your dreams to reality | 
| And by the formality of thoughts | 
| Yes, atomic of course | 
| You steppin to me, you take a loss | 
| Radical, the replication of a quasar | 
| A pulsar, immense to suplicate | 
| Crush a germ, then further eradicate | 
| Destroy, which means to eliminate | 
| Wipeout, remove, erase, and annhilate | 
| Suckers, crews to soloists | 
| You need a barricade, my rhyme’s a hand grenade | 
| Blowing up your brain, techniques astonishing | 
| Just like EnDust, my rhymes are polishing | 
| Rappers, cause to me you’re like furniture | 
| Dusty old and gray, and I’mma cleanse your soul | 
| Rap to take control | 
| I’m Ced Gee, and I’m on a roll | 
| My name’s the Delta | 
| «Ced Gee, a champion» | 
| «Ced Gee, a champion» | 
| Back to take control as I begin | 
| To rip this mic apart, from end to end | 
| Combine the rhyme that’s mines to make em blend | 
| Produce a beat that’s dope | 
| I hope you smoke the dope I wrote I quote | 
| I made your brain choke — you need an antidote | 
| Of, rhymes, just like funky potions | 
| It killed your membranes, so now you’re hopin | 
| That you can become, another intellect | 
| But you’re a dummy, your rhymes can’t connect | 
| Metaphors, cause your style is very basic | 
| You leave traces, you have no aces | 
| Jacks, Kings or Queens, or even deuces | 
| I’m like Spades, you can’t renege this | 
| Ultramagnetic style of rhythm | 
| Brain combustion, is what I give em | 
| To make them shake and hesitate and make mistakes | 
| To stay awake cause the Gee stands for Great | 
| Man, reachin my apex | 
| The more I climb, some rappers hate that | 
| Twist and change the way I rearrange their brains | 
| Cause I’m the Delta | 
| «Ced Gee, a champion» | 
| «Ced Gee, a champion» | 
| «Ced Gee. | 
| a champion» |