
Date of issue: 17.05.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Raise It Up |
Yeah… yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken |
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy |
And I want some… old hot jazz biscuits |
With a little bit of that blues butter |
Bring in the snare |
Verse One: Kool Keith |
They never understood, many people were so slow |
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho |
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X X I move around off beat, creatin more styles |
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles |
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face |
Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace |
I get slow-er, down in, on in Flowin like I used to be on Critical Beatdown |
I drop styles on ears the public bite em Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn’t write em They say yo Keith, yo Kool, you usin big words |
I went to college, I’m even more stupid herb |
Back on the scene to put a lesson out |
Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out |
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack |
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act |
I get atomic, hypo-galactical |
Word to mom I’m in my own world |
Galaxy raised! |
Powerful |
Raise it up (8X) |
Verse Two: Ced G Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain’t no ego trip |
Yo money grip money grip, now this ain’t no ego trip |
Now back in the days and we used to use elevation |
And then the people said «What's up, with UltraMagnetic? |
Yo they sound kind of crazy, Kool Keith is a psycho |
Ced G is a scientist, the lyrics are hyper» |
Creating a fusion, of sampling hits |
We all came down just to be distinctive |
Some rappers complex, but they can’t see the music |
We show orchestration, and with funky prevention |
It was different and black, and it caused devestation |
Gotta new bag, signed a deal with Wild Pitch |
Now we’re back on the street, with the flavor you missed |
So get with the program, Ultra hot off your real high |
I know I’m a real pro, like Michigan Fab 5 |
Runnin and shootin, for me alley-oopin |
Is makin an album, with big distribution |
Promote it and hype it, make up posters then snipe it Raise it up! |
Interlude: Announcer |
Ladies and gentlemen, live from Flatbush Brooklyn |
I bring to you tonight, the Godfather Don |
From the Orphans… |
(«Hit it!») |
Verse Three: Godfather Don |
Lookin down the barrel of a gun is no fun |
So for some, I rum-pum-pum and flip, like a tongue |
of young dragon, with the force and ten sacks of buddah |
To wax a crew of jacks and looters, even your hoe I shoot her |
In the face, with the mother-uffin bass |
Now taste the venom of the ish that I sent em And foes, that doze, I chew em like gristle |
Wipe my mouth with tissue, there’s no issue |
I’m first print, mint, check the wizard |
The force of my blast, blow em like a Tec in a blizzard |
Now what is it? |
Exquisite physics to stain your brain |
When they visit cardiovascular masterer, words are massacred damn |
I got beats rhymes tanks gats includin Ultra |
Check the loop, snoop low we do ya like a vulture |
Back in the days, there was just beef and knuckles |
Nowadays, a beatdown consists of some clips |
My oowop, rips with abandon at random |
Whiff, you be ghost, like Michael Landon |
When I bust amazing nuts you play the cut |
The Father’s Ultra paid, I raise it… up Chorus: repeat 2X |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Give the Drummer Some | 2004 |
Critical Beatdown | 2004 |
Ease Back | 2004 |
Ego Trippin' | 2004 |
Kool Keith Housing Things | 2004 |
Watch Me Now | 2004 |
Feelin' It | 2004 |
Moe Luv's Theme | 2004 |
Break North | 2004 |
One Minute Less | 2004 |
A Chorus Line ft. Tim Dog | 2004 |
Funky | 2004 |
When I Burn | 2004 |
Ain't It Good to You | 2004 |
Poppa Large | 1991 |
Ced-gee (Delta Force One) | 2004 |
Go 4 Yourz | 1991 |
Bust The Facts | 1991 |
Vibrato | 2007 |
Porno Star, Pt. 2 | 2007 |