Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ced-gee (Delta Force One), artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Critical Beatdown (Re-Issue), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Record label: Next Plateau Entertainment, Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Ced-gee (Delta Force One) |
«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» |