Lyric Chorus Line Pt. 2

[Kool Keith]
Can you funk with it? (3X)

Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit
I got the mic in my hand and well equipped
Usin my style for a firm set of action
MC s beware, the club windows I m bashin
Throwin rhymes and bombs and some cocktails
You better move quick, but not slow snails
I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy
Why? Cause I m the great grandfather
MC in motion, G as in go left
Rhymin on off-beat, the X is so death-defyin
Super scrubs keep tryin
You wanna bite like a pit? I ll be the lion
I ll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom
And look at birds and bees that come sting them
Time after time, rhyme after rhyme
Cause you ain t jack shit, not even a dime
A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill
How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill
You ain t the man to move and stop the cannonball
No matter how you run hide, it s gonna land and fall
straight on your brain, the X ll drop rocks
Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox
Standin still and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin
I m dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color
You need my help on the stage? I m not your mother
father, son, your pissy little cousin
Suckers are crabs, I grab em all by the dozen
You think you re hard with them hats and all that black on
You re not scarin the X, yo bring the wack on
I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10
while my DJ go wild, do a backspin
Kick em down, one two, flights of four stairs
This ain t no sample or break from Roy Ayers
I m just a convict, skippin the prison line
Yo, I m on the chorus line

[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] Flipmaster, bust your rhyme

       Yeah.. my funkiest deep down from the underground
       down in the Bronx, this is the FUNK

[Ced Gee]
Yo melody change up, grip on the beat right
I come correct hit hard like a fist fight
I thank God for pavin the ways
for writin these dope rhymes, and rappers I slaid
I m kickin the rhymegram, as dope as I can and
to make you say god damn, Gee s got a hype jam
To crush a punk and make em beg for mercy
Because he s nothin, he can t touch me
The metaphor master, has to blast ya faster
You wanna step in my way, then I ll smash ya
You see you re a bit slow, your flow s out of sync bro
You rhyme like a weasel, my rhymes are cock diesel
So step if you really feel cocky
and I ll flip and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your gameplan
You played out son like Dudley Captain Caveman
Set you down, explain you can t go far
You rhyme kinda country like some shit out of Hee-Haw
Ced Gee and I m flexin my wrath
Takin rappers by one, cold BUSTIN that ass
So now you know exactly what s the time
I m cold illin on the new chorus line

[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[C.Gee] Yo Tim Dog, bust your rhyme

       Yo, man it s the man himself
       The motherfuckin illegal alien one
       Yo comin up next is Tim Dog
       Yo Dog, eat them motherfuckers

[Tim Dog]
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh, comin at cha
with a funky rhyme that ll sure nuff catch ya
Get fat, get slow, get high, get LOW
but you still can t BLOW
Rhythm is smashin whippin ass is a passion
Suckers that keep clashin break em like glass and
{*crashing glass*} you just shatterin
Fuck with Tim Dog, well you know you re not badder than
I m rich and thick, you re "cup of noodles"
My rhymes are hardcore when you re rubber like doo doo
Step back, ease back and just listen
I m dissin, all suckers that keep wishin
Rhyme and rhyme, with the rhyme, bring another rhyme
Get another rhyme, bring a rhyme, let your mother rhyme
Steppin to the A.M., steppin to the P.M.
Steppin to the bus while I m ridin in the B.M.
*vrrroom vrrroom* You see me jettin right by
with the fly latin girl in my ride
You gettin jealous? You shouldn t be jealous
Let me ask the fellas - hey fellas
why is he jealous, jockin me and my fly ride?
You really really really wanna get inside
You wanna riff but I got the gift that come swift
and ain t got time for that BULLSHIT
Pulsate devestate and innovate
Suckers that think they re great I just mutilate
Tim Dog, comin back with the rhyme
Fuckin up shit on the chorus line

[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] It s a chorus line
[Ultra]       It s a chorus line!
[Tim D] T.R., yeah, bust your rhyme!

       I think the track is very complicated
       I don t know, any place that will accept the track like this
       We can t deal with that stuff, it s too tight

[T.R. Love]
Back again, comin off on a hype track
The man is back again, cause it s like that
BLACK, matter of fact, in death react
combat, motherfuckers don t want that
style, rip it up style, catch a fill it up style
Freestyle, so buckwild
I got the style you want to hear
Who s next? You better fear
T.R., the super S-T-A-R, like a Czar
In control, by far
Cruisin, like a Benz or a Jaguar
Boss your Audi, like John Gotti
So like my man whose name is..
Make a move? I ll make you famous
And if you choose to step to this, you get next to this?
Remember the Exorcist
I wrap rappers like my man named bolo
Take out a city, like Chernobyl
I m greatly underrated, highly elevated
To serve and destroy, is how I demonstrate it
To keep grooves and move to soothe and prove
fans and guests performers I amuse
To teach and reach, anyone or anybody
A fan will grab my hand and wants to join the party
I got skills and style for each and every time..
.. on the chorus line!