Raise It Up Ultramagnetic MC's (Ft. Godfather Don)

[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yeah... yo Don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And I want some... old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme and my style is psycho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go X-X
I move around offbeat, creating more styles
Showin' white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carJack of Spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin' like I used to be on Critical Beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite 'em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn't write 'em
They say yo Keith, you Kool, you usin' big words
I went to college, I'm even more stupid, herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if I have to pull a black Smith and Wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I go atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom I'm in my own world
Galaxy rays! Powerful