| Okay! |
| I know some of y’all say whassup
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| I thought Ced Gee, was just a backup
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| Backup rappin on hyped up records
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| With Kool Keith, kickin out his messages
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| While Ced play the back spot
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| I’ll be damned, you’re wrong, cause here’s what I got
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| Rhymes that flow, take control, rock the show
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| With def intro-
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| -ductions, and please no interruptions
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| Cause if you do, I’m a start dustin
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| You off boy, with metaphor and twisters
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| Knockin you out, just like Sonny Lister’s
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| Left hand jab, takin a stab, punchin the bag
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| Yeah, my vision’s in focus
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| I spray germs, I’m killin off locusts
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| Bugs, flyin in my mic
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| Pass to Ray then watch MC’s fight and die
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| It was a waste for you to battle
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| I strapped you up, and hung you like a saddle
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| Ha ha, no mistaken not ever
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| But clever, and I’m better
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| I’m Ced Gee!
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| «Delta Force» Rockin assassin, my mic is taxin
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| All the whack MC’s I keep smackin
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| Up in they brains, so they can hear 'em
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| Rock them, mock them, drop them
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| And totally stop them
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| Rappin, cause every day this happens
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| I transform, and then I start waxin
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| Ducks, with rhymes like a tractor
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| Rollin rough, damagin contractors
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| Actors, who fake on the mic
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| Grab a pen, and learn how to write
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| Cause you’re a pigeon, your rhymes’ll burst
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| And when you drop 'em, it wasn’t even worth it
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| Damn ! |
| Why don’t you understand
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| Your rhymes can’t, and mines can
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| Make ya, break ya, take ya
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| Fool ya, leave ya
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| Ache your head, put it to bed
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| That’s what I said, and I mean this
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| I’m Ced Gee, you’re not the fiendish
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| Intellect that I select
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| I’m Ced Gee!
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| «Delta Force» |