We’re Ultra (Part III) Ultramagnetic MC's

YO KOOL KEITH YOU KNOW WHAT?
What Ced Gee? Tell me about it
THEM FUCKERS THOUGHT THEY HAD US MAN
LET'S PLAY SOMETHIN FRESH
Aight, for the ducks...

Bet, who's the {?} - impeccable sounds
To your ears - you hear verbs and nouns
THAT'S DOMINANT, DESTROYING THE HUMAN BRAIN
INTO PIECES, THAT'S {?} BY THOUGHTS
WITH BACKING THUS, CAUSE WE'RE...

[repeat 4X]
Ultra (Magnetic)

[three seconds of silence - obviously a poor master tape]

[Kool Keith]
.. of a mystical style, combined with common data
If a sucker can't catch it to me, it doesn't matter
A fact, equivalent to a stupid MC
I'm greater, than the rest of them
I'ma smack every deaf and beat the best of them
'til they die, and I'm tellin no lie
Fly native warrior from the Bronx, Cooley High
As my rhymes get tougher, MC's all suffer
From the consequence, in awe and elegance
Your girl's on my jock and it don't make sense
At all, because we're having a ball
Takin out all suckers, to soften up the troops
Cause you got too many, divide your big group
And get paid... and try to be like me
Not another sucker duck punk toy MC
Cause we're - Ultra (Magnetic)