Bait (’97 Remix) Ultramagnetic MC's

[Ced] Now we're the Ultramagnetic
[Kool] Strung out on a mission
[Ced] Did twenty-four tracks
[Kool] Our rhymes to serve as bait
[Ced] On the Red Alert show
[Kool] Fresh and on the go
[Ced] Dominating other cats
[Kool] With the brains to please
[Ced] Playin it
[Kool] Saturday's, yes and always
[Ced] In control
[Kool] of the beat, to make you move your feet
And give you bait

[Red Alert] Yesssssss...

Kool Keith!

[Kool Keith]
With a ? aligned fade, Technic 1200's
Are combined to rotate, swiftly left to right
On the mix, Red Alert, controlled by gamma light
Ninety-eight point seven, KISS upon the label
Of the record that he's holding beside a wooden table
I am able to MC, by testing musically
Through a caliber of rhymes arranged and wrote by me
As an artist and composer, the style I have supposed to be
Made for soft ducks and pushed by bulldozers
Step to the side words glide, for me and then collide
Like a demolition derby, punks I will be smashin
With a sign to amuse, words will keep on crashin
Very hazardous vocab, impeachin Kool Keith
Givin bait!