Bait ('97 Remix)

[Ced] Now we're the Ultramagnetic

[Kool] Strung out on a mission

[Ced] Did twenty-four tracks

[Kool] Our rhymes to serve as bait

[Ced] On the Red Alert show

[Kool] Fresh and on the go

[Ced] Dominating other cats

[Kool] With the brains to please

[Ced] Playin it

[Kool] Saturday's, yes and always

[Ced] In control

[Kool] of the beat, to make you move your feet

and give you bait

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

Kool Keith!

[Kool Keith]

With a ? aligned fade, Technic 1200's

are combined to rotate, swiftly left to right

On the mix, Red Alert, controlled by gamma light

Ninety-eight point seven, KISS upon the label

of the record that he's holding beside a wooden table

I am able to MC, by testing musically

through a caliber of rhymes arranged and wrote by me

As an artist and composer, the style I have supposed to be

made for soft ducks and pushed by bulldogs

Step to the side words glide, for me and then collide

like a demolition derby, punks I will be smashin

With a sign to amuse, words will keep on crashin

Very hazardous vocab, impeachin Kool Keith

Givin bait!

Greg Nice!

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

Ced Gee..

[Ced Gee]

Now with the temperature rising, the beat, is just driving

The wizard on the mic, is fully emphasizing

Red Alert, goes bezerk, make you jump and jerk

Hydroplayin relayin decayin, and it work

Every second captivating, your mind, body and soul

As the chairman of the board, hip-hop, and just totally

set to protect, send right, or do reset

every sucker in the way, no stoppin East and West

Best gradius remains, with more, I have a fade

that'll stay to amaze, for weeks, and many days

on the mic I'm always ready, my job, is set to stay

For the Ultramagnetic, Ced Gee, I devestate

With Moe Love and Kool Keith, we stop, annihilate

and give you bait!

Ah Greg Nice!

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

*beatboxing* Ultra *beatboxing* Ultra *beatboxing*

DJ Moe Love.. ah just hit me!

*more beatboxing*

What's his name umm, Kool Keith

[Kool Keith]

Well I'm fresh out the pack, back to let you know

When the light turn green it's time for Red to go

On the mix to advance, reachin higher levels

Through his books of magic cool, the wizard of tricks

Red Alert's non-stop, while heads stop to bop

to the beat you will listen, turn the dial to KISS

Cause I'm steady beatin toys, ballin up my fists

Punchin every MC, directly in the brain

I'm killing, willing scheme and just chilling

like a mad scientist to punks I will be ILLING!

MUTILATING! More out of turn

Choppin up every germ, I'm the wizard Kool Keith

givin bait!

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

[Ced Gee]

Real.. lousy competition, a task, to ignore

Incantation to the norm, affecting attitude

While we rising through creating, thoughts or premonitions

which allows conversation, between the controls

Stimulating Ultra drive, is boosted to the max

as my lyrics blow your BRAINS, you can't

comprehend the formulas, expressed, to relate

and vexed, scientific, form, to create

parallel philosophies, UNIVERSAL QUESTIONS

In a second you fester and learnin, new lessons

from the wizard scientist, known as Ced Gee

Takin time to dictate, to judge, affiliate

and give you bait!

Beatbox Greg Nice!

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

Ah Red Alert

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

Kevvy Kev

Boogie Down Productions

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...