"t-minus one minute, mark and counting" "t-minus one minute, mark and counting" "the firing will? The sound The? Will be armed, in just a couple of seconds from now"
Yo, ced, we only got a minute left
Yo I'm gonna bust a rhyme, we out of here man y'know And come back next winter, somethin like that
A minute left, to give you another rhyme Thumping it, to keep you all on time Kicking it, wit much rhythm and pace To set my tone, follow the bass Quickly, other rappers are annihilated Designated, eradicated, suffacated Like a cake that's set to bake Scrape, like a butcher, I'm carvin You're brain's starvin, I'm steady scarrin A plastic garden, the crowd is chargin And I'm dodgin, I'm livin large and Better then ever and clever to battle me never Whether or not you rock a lot or rhyme To twist and shift the pitch to switch the gift to gab Give em, a certified rhyme That I use, confuse, clock the time to a point I'm ced-gee and all I have to say is this
Yo, I'm outta here, yo, I like to say wassup to my man cj Down at six corners, red alert, the violators, the jungle brothers The whole family, afrika bambaataa Yo, I'm outta here, peace! More from Ultramagnetic Mc's