Ain't It Good To You Songtext / Lyric

I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet

You know you want it, rappers get up on it

I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan

The world's my area

Dance interior, fresh interior decorated

A painted wall with rhymes

that glow and show the biter slow reciter

up who mighta tried to copy this style

or change their ways, to wonder if you can

take me out, on the microphone

I'm strong like Benzine, I kill a fiend

Rhymes in my tank, brains pumpin gasoline

out, I use Exxon

And any rappers wack, my mind checks on

meters and gauges, crankin up lyrical engines

Now I'm ready to roll

On you and him, your whole crew

Let's film it, now take two

Watch the movie, your brain will be the star

Thoughtless, when I take you far

to the galaxy, and leave your domepiece

in the hemisphere, now you're lost on Jupiter

Your brain revolves around, you get stupider

Tryin to think, where you're goin

On other planets, rhymes are flowin

through the Milky Way, quicker than warp speed

Brains I feed with heatable rays

Ain't it good to you?



I'm a wise man, prophet of the bible

You wanna try me, then I'm liable

to go and flow and show, don't you know

Edgar Allan Poe, could not write like this

Mysteries, with a twist

And I insist, to uplift my metaphor

Slice dice and write, and make the brain sore

for, you and him

I kill a rapper, then begin

to wrote and smoke you're chokin then provoke

the joke the most, and walk around like notes

programmed, you're equal to a dummy

Them want rhyme? You do summies

backwards, forwards, sideways

Anyway, I say hold it

Now you're in space, plus you're folded

up, like molecules of matter

Plus you scatter, you wish you had a

chance to shake, recuperate, recreate

the brain cells, I have ate

Scraped, soak em in solutions

Like Benzine, iodine producin

student of Cee's, tryin to be, just like me

Ced Gee, the Ultramagnetic

A scientist, skilled with knowledge

Once a God, years of college

Accumulated, my wisdom and wit

Thoughts float, ideas are legit

to fit, the rhythm of the tempo

Also, the music more so

have to move groove soothe and lose you

Now ain't it good to you?



Once again my rhyme blows up enemies

Wack MC's, across the nation on rotation

You get the hype at the station

Promotion, I put your brain in slow motion

like lotion, and let it float in the ocean

Then I drown it, your brain begins to bubble

I bring trouble, hang with Barney Rubble

in Bedrock, and watch another head rock

Go through West to Washington and Ced block

The Avenue, passin you, bashin you

in your face, rhymes are crashin you

on the chrome dome, swellin your Astrodome

You're in an ambulance, I'm takin you home

to complete the ways I'm on a mission

I see your balls of clay with x-vision

I'm a scientist, your satellites are weak

They get dimmer every time I speak

On my gryoscope you hope to seek the style

that copacetically, bugs you out

On the mic, Kool Keith in a spaceship

Risin, not followin, plexin

Muscle flexin, lyrics for connection

Rhyme injection, rhythm perfection

Brain selection, has protection

My reflection, shines

Triple times your eye, invisible

I get by your brain

Now ain't it good to you?



Aiyyo Keith, how you say?

Just another Boogie Down Bronx Ultramagnetic sure shot

Done at the Ultra lab of course

Mixed at D&D with my man Andy

Yo, we outta here