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[Ced Gee]
Yo whassup yo
We in the Ultra lab man
We got this beat rollin man
We might as well start this Chorus Line, y'all with that?

[Tim Dog]
Word up, yeah let's do this shit man
Let's get on that

[Ced Gee]
Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo..
Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it?
Yo Tim Dog, you lead it off, aight?

[Tim Dog]
Aight

[Ced Gee]
We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man
It's on you, take it my brother

[Tim Dog]
Ahhhhhhhhh [edited], call me the hick that vicked
To lick the dick you spick, cause I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised with the brave
I'm the headmaster and you're my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
Have the class to, faster, call me the master
You wanna jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily
Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed her
You wanna be taught? Later
I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. cause I got so
many dollars, scholars, holler
Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk
away, cause Dog don't lay
If rappers wanna play - go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and dare with a stare
You say where? I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
difficult, to some terrifical
Hypothetically, alphabetically
Energetically, theoretically
No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest protest and progress
Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex
I can't believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you thi