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ULTRAMAGNETIC M.C.S : Ced-G, Tim-Dog (Lab Free Style) lyrics

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ULTRAMAGNETIC M.C.S lyrics : "Ced-G, Tim-Dog (Lab Free Style)"

[Tim Dog]
Ahhh %#@!, well I'll be God damned
The life that I live is not of mortal man

Pursuin my righteous, hype just, might just get
another chance to uphold my lightning
Peace, now at the least

I'll crush a mother$#&@er that gives me beef
I'm the hardcore master, one that has ta
cruise right past ya remain disaster

So step - what the $#&@ you got beef for
You $#&@in with me for, a kid on a see-saw
The man in hand that sass the clan the motherland

So what's your damn problem man?
Comprehend and then, if you still pretend
That your rhymes will win, I will $#&@ your girlfriend

Again, and again and again, and again
And when the #[email protected] is sore, I will $#&@ her again
In the back door, in other words her black $$#

I send her home for sex ed class
She ain't %#@!, she can't even $#&@
She had the nerve to not even suck

my dick, yeah she's gotta be sick
I threw her out my house real quick
I'm a (*##$ molester, an Uncle Fester

The one to lust for, caress and test-a
So I suggest-a, when you address
to grab a titty palm her $$#, cause I done left her

Forget her, cause Tim Dog is large
Dog's a mother$#&@in Benz garage
I'm a Porsche Audi, like John Gotti

I like to party but what's up with the body
I'm a sex fiend, won't jerk off or [email protected](#
As long as #[email protected] I hear, I'm straight

I'ma $#&@ and $#&@, and $#&@ and $#&@
Then $#&@ and $#&@, then I $#&@ and $#&@
Then I $#&@ and $#&@, then I $#&@ and $#&@

And what I'm doin after that? I'ma still $#&@
So Ced Gee, you know you're next in line
Yo, take the mic and bust a dope-ass rhyme


[Ced Gee]
One two one two one more goes like this

False alarm - you ain't seen no smoke
The smoke you're seein, is there cause I broke
down the rhyme a vicious kind to feed your mind

The warning sign, and then recline
Down, and rhyme when the pace kicks
Up up a hundred, yo I gotta get

a mic and get hyper, cause I can recite the
lyrics to flip the crowd, just like Pied Pipers
Music, I won't abuse it, nor misuse it

Just add some flavor to it yo and prove it
Just like that new car, with mileage it go far
You'll see the best Ced Gee I'm an Ultra star

Galactic, Galactus, fantastic
Brass trick, practice, yeah
You understand what I'm sayin? Yo bust it

I'll control uphold the show
From beginnin to intro, Ced Gee is like nitro-glyc'
And I will diss, those who insist

on bustin their weak rhymes, Ced Gee will just piss
my urine right on you, strut then transform you
Hold you and mold you, rip you and fold you

Duck, so what the $#&@, you out of luck
You rhyme like a Jetta while I rhyme like a Mack truck
Rollin hard with eighteen wheels and all

With the mic, so I must call
myself a leader, a whack rap deleter
The feeder who needs the, crowd to procede the

whole 9 yards as well as the distance
I'm Ced Gee, and I represent
All who want the call, leave their boy in awe

Who wants to be adored, Tim Dog - my mellow my man

[voice]

No, it's Jam Rock's turn
Jam, you ready Jam?

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