I'm On

[Kool Keith]

Well I'm entering, a style that's rappable

To keep you moving, feets tappable

Fingers snap, hands are clappable

Kickin, to the ultimate sounds

And every record, it spins around

and rotate, while the rhythm motivates

I pause once, then I hesitate

like this, twist then change it

Another rhyme I have to rearrange it

for, an easier flow on

And this rhyme I can start the show on

After you, I'm ready to go on

Damage, and properly manage

house arenas, then take advantage

of MC's, rhyme duck wannabe's

You need rhymes? No not none of these

So keep goin, yo stop beggin please thank you

like a baby I'll spank you

A rap inmate, you know that I'll shank you

hard, dead in your ear

So you can hear every rhyme that's near

and far, like the Northern star

Cause I'm on..

[Ced Gee]

I come hard, boostin my stamina

Skills until my rhymes are full and damage ya

with action, causin distractions

I'm the center, the main attraction

Taxin, ducks I'm waxin

I'm Ced Gee, and true to five maxin

Attackin, smackin em serious

into a coma, and more furious

with anger, I treat you like a hanger

Hang you up, grab your girl and bang her

hard, hard and hard

Like John Leslie, a porno star is born

You know what I'm sayin?

I keep goin while the others are prayin

that I, cut, this, rhyme, short

In order, so, they, can +Break North+

Far, out of my range

Dodgin scanners, repulsive rays

I gave, so give me some praise

Better yet -- another raise is due

to the man that's hyper

I hit this beat, just like a sniper

Shooting, aiming at a target

I never miss them, call me a Sargeant

A Corporal, a General, a higher rank

My rhymes are sharp, just like a shank

blade, cutting through boxes

I do it good so I might as well rock this

party tonight, live and outta site

Excite riot, light and do it right

I'm on..

[Kool Keith]

I'll take a second, but now that I'm wreckin

don't play me close, and keep checkin

your background, and how you sound

Dissin me, at one point pissin me

If you're a girl, another crab kissin me

Yeah, what's wrong with that?

So what I made another song with that

incredible, skill to be vital

Hand it back, I'm housin that title

Snatch, now who's the champ again?

I said a rhyme, and blew an amp again

for you, deep in your brain

I write Kool let Keith remain

stuck, inside your domepiece

And later on, you're gonna need a chromepiece

shield, to protect your mind

I work hard puttin parts in line

to assemble, rearrange your afro

You are the toy, made by Hasbro

Trying, the dominant moves

Pick up the wack, and count the grooves

I'm on..

[Ced Gee]

I'm like a sparkplug, made by Champion

I speak loud, I blew a cranium

with highs and bass, sputtering words and syllables

Here's the format, from the general

speaker, Ced Gee will only teach ya

Bite my aims, and you'll get weaker

Noticin, the way I keep pace

with fast tempo, pumpin style that shakes

you like Jason

Friday the 13th I'm makin again

Par 16

I said a rhyme that made you scream

I'm on..