Artist: King Bee f/ Ultramagnetic MC's, Rude Boy Remmington Album: Royal Jelly Song: Cold Slammin' Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch [ Note: due to the dense track some parts are a strict guess ] [ *phone conversation* ] [ Kool Keith ] Yo Allstar Fresh, what's up? This is Kool Keith [ Allstar ] Yo, what's up, man? [ Kool Keith ] Yeah, I wrote this hype rhyme for 'Cold Slammin' I need a dope beat [ Allstar ] Wait up, wait up Yo, bust this ( *beat drops* ) [ VERSE 1: Kool Keith of Ultramagnetic MC's ] Well, I'm hype and dope, super superb and nicer The beat is slammin, with the cuts a pricer Movin the crowd with the bass that kick back The funky rhyme with the mic, now get back And watch the floor burn, the rhythm is nitro The cuts from Allstar, the jam is hype-o Hypnotize till you vibe as I groove on Steadily pacin the bass to move on Rock the house, rock the club, rock the jam Sing along, goddamn Rhymes that come through get hot and hyper So damn rough and really I'm that type of Man to groove, stop and prove Man to beat, man to meet So look at me peak this Style I'm usin, takin and choosin You can't bite, toy, it's quite confusin Verbally tactics, high kicks and drumsticks Hittin the rhythm with a tap and a snare As I go and flow, let you know I'm keepin up Creepin up, take the mic on tour I'm cold slammin [ *scratching of* ] (Kool Keith) [ VERSE 2: Ced Gee of Ultramagnetic MC's ] Lyric designer, kickin his rhymes right Ced Gee work late night, back now, recite The rhymes that go in you, takin control of you To damage your braincells, move forward, flowin to The next line, let me shake those, accomplished Find a crowd - then pump this Once or twice to make sure that they heard of me Lyrics so dope, they put my foes through surgery Battered, bruised up, used up, shoes up They chose to oppose Ced Gee and got fucked up Far and near, dead in the ear, crystal clear So bring another volunteer To step on stage, grab a mic and try, do He won't like it, so I can fly you The manner, fashion's always stash him, smash him, wax him On your ass is who I'm faxin A letter of poetry, dope and you know it's me Hype and ripe, enticed like you told me Information from the technician You can't diss me, so stop wishin Your rhymes get entered, break in the center Mould and carve it, Ced Gee's who I went to Play the jam, hot damn, my man, I stand and cram Cause I'm slammin [ *scratching of* ] (Ced Gee) [ *scratching of* ] (I'm the King Bee) [ VERSE 3: Rude Boy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad ] I spark a question mark, put the letter in Comes a scam before slammin on which How many ways, modes, paths, methods Punk attitude make me fed up To myself I tumble, ready to funk them Alter ego negative, show some Burn some, cause your tag is a paper Holdin my styles like common capers You retriever, nothin cheaper, beaver I'm here to crumble your ego like Libra On a bug out tip like a chimpansee or a monkey To snack the junkie On a track by Fresh - funky Bass cold bounce and bump be slammin Even Amsterdam my song will find dancin Clamouring, I never was the feminine Just the Remmington, Amsterdamian What's wrong with a song and a rep for standin For the next man I hold the beef with knife and fork Let your boot see, I bust your head cork Cold slammin [ *scratching of* ] (Urban Dance Squad) [ Allstar Fresh ] Rude Boy Remmington Yo, it's my turn Back to burn Allstar Fresh Youknowmsayin? Check this out [ VERSE 4: Allstar Fresh ] I go swift to lift the pitch, a switch, it change Back to heat one, back to beat one Allstar Fresh, I take the mic and defeat one Wack MC, I take him out in the first round Give him a problem, make it a hard time Complication, rhyming formation A lyrical madness, a funky bass and Chasin, tastin, a litteral metaphor Better fall, come on, you better score 1-2-3-4-5 and 6, so Look at the Allstar, a deejay that mix, so Fresh on the wheels of steel cause I'm Fresh, man Those are powerful, king and the best man As I go on the mic and so on You look back now, you look wack now Come in the place, catch your face a smack-down