Critical Beatdown Ultramagnetic MC's

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
Well I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic
I clear static, breakin' up traffic
Move, while I enter the groove
I'm on top, and happy to prove
To wack MC's who claim to be better than
No way, I'm frankly more clever than
All of you, each and every one, my son
Pay close attention
I take your brain to another dimension
Hold it, mold it, shape it
You got a knife, yes I wanna scrape it
Up and down, sideways, any way I can
Be rude to you
But I'll rap and be crude to you
And eat up, toy ducks I beat up
I am the oven, your brains I wanna heat up
Mega-supersonic degrees
I come around, roastin' MC's
With fire, to burn the toy liar
Raw meat, turn the flame higher
Cook it, like a fish I'll hook it
For any beat, it's time that I took it
Right, correctly to the top
With the rhythm and as your head bop
I'm hype, for the critical beatdown!