(Intro) One two, one two Ultramagnetic's in full effect We talkin' about givin' the drummer some You know what, Kool Keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind
(Kool Keith) I'm ready and now it's my turn to build Uplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thing Switch up change my pitch up Smack my bitch up like a pimp For any rapper who attempt to wear Troop's and step on my path I'm willing as a A-1 General Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme test Whatever group or vest in line I put 'em all behind Play MC Ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deserves I smell a grape in the duck preserves and Who deserves the right to be king of the screen And shout wack poetry what, are you buggin' Germs that want to law me, quit it, before I heat your ear off Let your burn deduct another year off rappin' for a face I'm slappin' Gimme applause when hands start clappin', now give the drummer some