MC Champion Songtext / Lyric

And now.

You're MC Champions, Ultra-Magnetic

"I am sealing off the dimensional window

Closing the hole in the fabric of the cosmos like a scar"

[Ced Gee]

Ahh yeah

One two, one two

This is agent Ble-Ced Gee

Ultramagnetic's in full effect

We in here droppin freestyle rhymes like MC Champions

So Keith, take it away

[Kool Keith]

Power compactor, brain distractor

Droppin a bomb, right in your anal connector

Sector, vector, the lyric inspector

X-Ray vision, powerful spector

Lexor, Mechtor, Egor

Ah yes yes y'all, and you don't stop

The rhythm I drop to hit the top to make your swing go pop

as I flow, pick up the micro'

Poem get hypo, tension as original

lyrical miracle, back to attack one

Black one, white one, green one or blue one

Colorful sweet rhymes, I'm back to do one

or two of you, three of you, or four of you

Five or six or seven, eleven of you

Wack MC's get back in the last line

And wait on the mic, you think I'm ready to pass mine

Up in the Brougham, with clever ability

I know when to sting a brain, just like I'm a killer bee

Hittin em hard with the rhyme as the flame throw

Hardcore, softcore, and even the rainbow

Polka-dot MC's, African, Indians

Spanish-American, mixed with Panamanian

Arabian Nubian, speak in Siberian

Japanese Chinese, and regular MC's

Preachers, teachers, and negative creatures

I roll and kick a rhyme, you grab your mic back

Sidewind and rattle like a snake I strike back

I chew your brain and, the monkey behind you

Your company management, the dummy who signed you

To pick up the slack but the hype ain't sellin many

records and tapes cause your rap ain't tellin any

metaphor phrases, things that amazes

me the next man, no biter or innovator

with lyrical instinct, you look like a duplicator

Bitin my style, nibblin on the big jock

With rhymes so tight, they keep your brain in the headlock

Count the one two three four five

I'm like like pushwagons, tag-teamin your dome

I'm just a CHAMPION

[Ced Gee]

Ah yeah, yo Keith, bust this

I got some freestyle rhymes too

I'ma warm up, then I'ma get deep

Bust it, check this out

Yo

Poetic genius, kickin metaphors

Ced Gee is the big boss, makin it better for

a pile of them, MC's again, I'm raggin them

So listen up my friend

I'm rappin the manifest, leapin some blind guess

The type of hype I select, when I rap come correct

My mic is on, and it's loaded, and it's lethal

Here's a dose, a taste of my potential

My super menu wind you bend you sends you

to watch a brother like me, continue

out on the warpath, flashback, sit back

Kick back with that, dope rap attack

Those that can't rap, with that weak rap

Need to get back, and just to add to that

fact, with words from the knowledge tip

My rhymes are swift, I have the gift

Like hocus-pocus, Ced Gee, and I'm still on

The mic is loaded with rhymes that flame on

Now you know just what I am creatin

We call it megafunk, a plan stated

I'm verbally passin, rhymes are outlastin

Waxin to smashin and kickin more ass and

with intensity, Ced Gee has got to be

schoolin a wannabe, rappers who try to be

like me, C-E-D

To flow on the mic and show no mercy

I'm a champion, I'm undefeated

My rep is strong, no hype is ever needed

To grow and grow, to grow and grow

To grow and grow, and grow and grow

To grow and grow, and grow and grow

Rap taller than Buckwheat's afro,

I'm a champion