Yo, Black Ultramagnetic MC's

[Interlude: Kool Keith]
Bobbito's in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real shit, you know
All this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin', all this la-la-la and this
TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit, I'm not with that

[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yeah, you listenin' to the sounds of the one, Rhythm X
The man, I'ma show you how to get wreck the right way
Not the wrong way
Watch me when I do this, pay attention
Check it out

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
Shut up, step back, that picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, dickhead, yo. take it as a bigger diss
I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin' like that homie Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox against an alligator?
I chew your crew one by one like a Now and Later
I make a heavy man light, turn a Black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp another brother
I make MC's go "hey-ho, hey-ho"
Look at me now, wassup? Hey, Joe
You say you bad but good, but soft as oak wood
Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' from no hood
I wipe your style like doo-doo when I beat ya
Treat ya like an old Bible rhymin' schoolteacher
Like my son, did your mother tell you?
Pee-pee's on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?
You know me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics
On the record that's spinnin' that smell like doo-doo, yo, get back
I rock styles on top, another funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift and make your girl smile
You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your father