A Chorus Line (Original 12 Version)

Yo, Trev (yeah), bust your rhyme

Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat

Gimme a second, to think of the dopiest lingua, lyrical interest

The metaphor better for, if and in awe

Before the score, want more, then implore

The rhyme line fine, combine design

Re-define, intertwine

Down the line, see the sign, stop sign

Pause, and let me enter your brain

Reachin' the full circumference then maintain

To build, in which I equal to destroy

I'm like a twister tornado, you're just a toy boy

Made, manufactured by, Parker Brothers

You bought your rhymes from another wholesale

Words are stale, up to bail, 'cause you fail, try to trail

My certain style, words and rhythm for connecting

Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting

Fiends, the way it actually should be know to me

'Cause that's the way it has to be done for me

Mine, and everyone else around

You're unequal to the sounds of my ratio

My strength is mental universal power

For the hour, I will rain like a shower, nucleon, 'cause you be on

Fatal more than able, also capable of takin' you out without a doubt

And with clout, just a sissy, a sucker girl scout

I'll rewind myself and then begin again

Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen

Come again, as I intend to start to end

To go beyond, means of a titan

I'm fightin', releasing my fury to cause static

And shine, the superstar, reign supreme

T.R. the Lover has got to be

Dope and def, the best that never fessed

Unless you guessed the test, a threat in chess

Never mess up for my Chorus Line

Yo, Ced, here's your rhyme

Metaphor layer, kickin' it righteous

Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might just

Rip into this, rap right through this

Beat that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this

Rappin' with swing and bein' distinct man

Seein' the waffle can, rap with me understand

The fact I sound def means that I'm buildin'

I'm so dope I got rhymes by the million

The image maker, breaker, taker, faker, shaker

You rhyme like me, you shoulda stayed the

Hell out the industry, 'cause that means you're jockin' me

You're sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not ahead of me

But that's not all, I just feel that I'm better than

'Cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a veteran

With rhymes, by the thous', stacks and piles

I'm a scientist, you say how

The hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to bust

A rhyme with gale force, conducting with mega-thrust

To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the will

That make the people straight and still

To prance and dance and find romance and take the chance

To glance, while I still deal

Rhymes that's powerful, witty and logical

Mystical just to show, what I know when I go

Out, and move on the battle tip

You rhymes like -, you'se a quick pick to stick

The type of hype I like to recite on, my Chorus Line

Yeah, boy, it's a Chorus Line

Ayo, Keith (yo), you know what?

It's your rhyme

I'm crankin' up with the rhymes, brain tanks need fuel

Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in, turbo

Combustion attitude, gratitude, increasing altitude

Levels, but changing latitude

It's very rude when you step on my path

I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my friend, my style within

Holds the rights to win, your brain I bend

Like a pound of steel, lethal power

To me, you're weasel power

I'm overloaded with tons of diesel power

Contraction, you're not ready for action

Two hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin'

Buffin', cleanin', polishin', every act up

You wanna battle with me, you must be cracked up

Stop the jokes the games you're playin'

You never were sayin' or payin', one bit of attention

To me, my rhymes, my clothes, my hat, my shoes

My shirt, my tie, the glasses on my eye

I try not to cry

'Cause you're wack as ever, never better

Clever to pick up the mic, in any snow or rain

Whether or not you tried to scheme or dream

A beam of life, but my lyrics are bright

Like a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge

I got to college, attend to astrology, test

A million groups'll fess, I'm still the best

Kool Keith to impress

I'm like a heat ray, cookin' up your brain

I like it well done, on the Chorus Line