Rhythm X Ultramagnetic MC's

[Kool Keith]
Well it's my time, chill out the rhyme as the wagon roll
But I get nice, use the mic when I'm braggin bold
I'm W mega, to the L to the S-O
Kickin MC's in the face like Jim Kelly
While Keith use the cold cuts in DJ's from the deli
In a sandwich, cooked up, baked up and wrapped up
Aluminum foil, MC's I gotta boil
Bake, burn heat 'em, eat 'em, chop 'em beat 'em
Down to the sound as it blows in your brain though
I look at MC's, walk away and my brain blow
A UFO object unidentified
I'm takin your skull on a journey to another ride
The aplha omega, but the X is live and
But they can't see the swift style that I've been
Effect on their stereo, with mega material
Cap'n Crunch DJ, I mix 'em up like cereal
Back in the format, and radio fess
Rhythm X, back to flex, stamp X and break necks
And eat up the Wheat Chex
You know who I am?

{*repeat: "Rhythm X, the X"*}

[Interlude]
Yo X this is Superior M
The mad dog, Tim, TR
Yo step to 'em again on that 74 degree angle