mon, c'mon, c'mon "Ultra" (magnetic) Moe Love.. Uhh.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. (magnetic) Moe Love.. "Ultra" Moe Love.. (magnetic) Yeah "Ultra" c'mon (magnetic) ah Kool Keith [Kool Keith
Kool Keith? [Keith] Sup Ced Gee? [C.Gee] Yo man I want you to bust this beat out like a rappin android, youknowhatI'msayin? It's on you.. [Kool Keith
: [Kool Keith] Well I'm droppin a bomb, funky rhymes for the dancefloor Rhymes flow on, styles come quicker You've been outfoxed by the metaphor slicker
on your back I kiss your legs, a certain spot between them Bend over your navel, like a pro I can swing them Very modest, now put your hand on my neck
whassup Kool Keith? [Kth:] Sup Ced Gee? [Ced:] Yo man I want you to bust this beat out like a rappin android [Ced:] YouknowhatI'msayin? It's on you... [
in your brain I write Kool let Keith remain stuck, inside your domepiece And later on, you're gonna need a chromepiece shield, to protect your mind I
Cutmaster! Devestator! I'll make you shake [Kool Keith] Make make you shake [Verse Three: Kool Keith] Stuck in a move, the feet's, got the groove Now
is on your ears Right now we gettin ready to get busy on W-K-R-Funk Radio live! (We'll burn ya!) with TR Love (and Moe Love on the set) And we talkin
yes y'all..")("Innovative..") ("Let's rock, get bigger..") ("Yes yes y'all..")("Innovative..") ("Let's rock, get bigger..") ("Yes yes y'all..")("Innovative..") ("Let's rock, get bigger..") Now swing your
scientist, your satellites are weak They get dimmer every time I speak On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style that copacetically, bugs you out On the mic, Kool Keith
a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin I'm dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother father, son, your
amp And stamp your brain, as I ride and glide and hide Moe Luv is on the mix tonight, Moe Luv Ok, now Moe is on the mixer So get ready, cuz here's another
: [Kool Keith] Well I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic I clear static, breakin up traffic Move, while I enter the groove I'm on top, and happy to
groove that's rocking non-stop And we got a funky song, so come on baby, sing along Keeping it real, never coming out cheap Lock the door down just like Kool Keith
'm in a sloppy mood With a flow so rude, and yo it's gutter too Surface to air missile blow off your rudders too And your label change they get snatched
a strict guess] [phone conversation] [Kool Keith] Yo Allstar Fresh, what's up? This is Kool Keith [Allstar] Yo, what's up, man? [Kool Keith] Yeah, I
call me no more Gun toters will call you when I'm poor Walk up to your Bentley, get out, everybody get on the floor Whether actor or singer, you could
Status gold, to the baddest bro Chorus {He's the master} {MASTERRR} {Master} {KOOL KEITH} {He's the master} {MASTERRR} {Master} {KOOOOOl KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH} {Kool Keith