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(Ced Gee)
All 1992 Flava...
Yo, back in '86 it started with a song
The lyrics was bugged out, the samples strong
Different, innovative, the new school found it
A couple of years, I did the "Criminal Minded"
LP, with KRS, Scott LaRock was was dope, rest in peace, god bless
Next was Ultra, a classic found, I took my time producin' "Critical Beatdown"
It was raw, puttin' sales in stores
The brothers today wanna hear even more
Then they did back then, but that was then
I didn't get the ends, but I got a lot of friends
Yo fuck that! Cause I'd rather have the papers
Ride in a Lexus, set the record straight
The way its supposed to be, my production is poetry
A lot use my style kid, but that does'nt bother me
Now I'mma freakin' wreck shop, my shit is the tip-top
Conditioned like gold, Ced Gee and I wont stop
Breakin' ground in the rap game, here I go
here I go, here I go again
(Chorus repeat 8x) Here I go, Here I go, Here I go again
(Ced Gee)
Let's turn the page, move up to date
Gee takes you by surprise, just like fate
Our rap got soul, it was astounding
I grabbed Tim Dog, produced "Fuck Compton"
But I backed off, brother got greedy
So I kicked him in the nose, gave it to the needy
In Swahili, I really saw a hillbilly
He came out with a rhyme rap, the kid went platinum
Got mad airplay, brothers kept clappinTo the bank, move these soundtracks
It's quite fast, he even did hog rap
In ef-fect, a fresh pair of timberlands
But everytime you saw the chunks
? you know this a problem
Get on the mic King and please start solvin' 'em
(Unknown MC)
"Yo yo Ced, check it out"
Rage and hostility fills me
I'mma slave to the rhythm, even if it kills me
People don't know how it feels to be sick
And tell them suckers bullshit lyrics they kick, I slit your wrists
It's danger, and now degrees slappin up foreign MC's
A track ain't nothin' to rip
It's done just like this, but not just as quick
The madness, when I start to flip
Is blowin' the joint, my style, my voice
Destroys, and stalks ya
My style of Hip-Hop is unorthodox
As I rock the spot, razzmatazz for your ass
Flash past, outlast and surpass
Almighty Allah blessed me, so I'm gettin' cash
Major rappers with posse, suckers can't stop me
Okay just say rap was a house see
I huff and puff, and blow the house down
I'm sound as I design the sound
When I'm in your town, nobody's around
Lettin' mics smoke like herb so here I go Again
(Chorus repeat 16x)
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