| Song | When I Burn |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MCs |
| Album | Critical Beatdown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith) | |
| 作曲 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith) | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Aiyyo Kool Keith | |
| Man I hooked this beat up just for you in the Ultra lab man | |
| So yo I want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin? | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Yeahhh | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Aight man, so ease back, y'know kick the lyrics man | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Word up | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Go for yours, aight do it man, right now | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Aight.. | |
| Yo I'm on, with the freaky style | |
| When you wait debate and rate my | |
| Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension | |
| Rise above, amazing days | |
| Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days | |
| Figurin out | |
| Midichannels, triggerin out forth | |
| I'm sendin, brains are bendin | |
| Like metal, crust to rust corrode | |
| And low stacks, pick up the wax while you ask | |
| How you do it, show me through it | |
| I never knew it, could be done, no way my son | |
| 'Cause I'm the one, smackin em up, stackin em up | |
| Boxin you ducks | |
| Packin em up, 'cause I burn | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Aiyyo Keith man, that was kinda of dope man | |
| But you know what man? | |
| I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh | |
| Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight? | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Yeah I know what you mean, like this right? | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Yeah man | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Aight watch | |
| Droppin the word to make you think | |
| You're buggin and illin out on, vocab | |
| Connect the -abulary, then switch it | |
| Changin range easily, steadily | |
| Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down | |
| And sweepin em down | |
| MC's, all dirt on the floor | |
| Stand back, in fact, you're wack to prove to me | |
| That you're ready to be and willin to see rhymes flow | |
| Match and go, deep in your brain so | |
| Step back, and wait before you try | |
| To twist in, another line | |
| Designed to catch ya | |
| You gotta watch 2000 I bet ya, perpetrate | |
| Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo | |
| And let's take your style, use it with mine | |
| Mix it with mine, bring it with mine | |
| And perfect it, and let the public elect it | |
| Buyin selected, ducks are corrected | |
| One at a time, each a stack | |
| Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line | |
| To California, I'm breakin on ya | |
| I'm like a psycho, I'm buggin on ya | |
| Once a day, I'm comin your way, to enter your brain | |
| And let a word remain, as a syllable | |
| Stuck deep inside | |
| The more I go on I'll pluck inside | |
| Your skull, and damage your ears | |
| 'Cause I burn, you know that Ced | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man | |
| You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh | |
| My man TR Love is in the house and uhh | |
| Moe Luv's in the house | |
| Awesome Two, they in the house | |
| Uhh, who else in the house? | |
| My man Paul C, he got the bass pumpin, uhh | |
| Who else? Brother Kevvy Kev, uhh | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Everybody the whole Bronx (yeah) | |
| Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Montier Posse | |
| [Ced Gee] | |
| Yeah everybody man | |
| London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of here man |
| zuo ci : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| zuo qu : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Aiyyo Kool Keith | |
| Man I hooked this beat up just for you in the Ultra lab man | |
| So yo I want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin? | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Yeahhh | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Aight man, so ease back, y' know kick the lyrics man | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Word up | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Go for yours, aight do it man, right now | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Aight.. | |
| Yo I' m on, with the freaky style | |
| When you wait debate and rate my | |
| Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension | |
| Rise above, amazing days | |
| Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days | |
| Figurin out | |
| Midichannels, triggerin out forth | |
| I' m sendin, brains are bendin | |
| Like metal, crust to rust corrode | |
| And low stacks, pick up the wax while you ask | |
| How you do it, show me through it | |
| I never knew it, could be done, no way my son | |
| ' Cause I' m the one, smackin em up, stackin em up | |
| Boxin you ducks | |
| Packin em up, ' cause I burn | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Aiyyo Keith man, that was kinda of dope man | |
| But you know what man? | |
| I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh | |
| Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight? | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Yeah I know what you mean, like this right? | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Yeah man | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Aight watch | |
| Droppin the word to make you think | |
| You' re buggin and illin out on, vocab | |
| Connect the abulary, then switch it | |
| Changin range easily, steadily | |
| Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down | |
| And sweepin em down | |
| MC' s, all dirt on the floor | |
| Stand back, in fact, you' re wack to prove to me | |
| That you' re ready to be and willin to see rhymes flow | |
| Match and go, deep in your brain so | |
| Step back, and wait before you try | |
| To twist in, another line | |
| Designed to catch ya | |
| You gotta watch 2000 I bet ya, perpetrate | |
| Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo | |
| And let' s take your style, use it with mine | |
| Mix it with mine, bring it with mine | |
| And perfect it, and let the public elect it | |
| Buyin selected, ducks are corrected | |
| One at a time, each a stack | |
| Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line | |
| To California, I' m breakin on ya | |
| I' m like a psycho, I' m buggin on ya | |
| Once a day, I' m comin your way, to enter your brain | |
| And let a word remain, as a syllable | |
| Stuck deep inside | |
| The more I go on I' ll pluck inside | |
| Your skull, and damage your ears | |
| ' Cause I burn, you know that Ced | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man | |
| You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh | |
| My man TR Love is in the house and uhh | |
| Moe Luv' s in the house | |
| Awesome Two, they in the house | |
| Uhh, who else in the house? | |
| My man Paul C, he got the bass pumpin, uhh | |
| Who else? Brother Kevvy Kev, uhh | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Everybody the whole Bronx yeah | |
| Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Montier Posse | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Yeah everybody man | |
| London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of here man |
| zuò cí : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| zuò qǔ : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Aiyyo Kool Keith | |
| Man I hooked this beat up just for you in the Ultra lab man | |
| So yo I want you to dog it, man youknahmsayin? | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Yeahhh | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Aight man, so ease back, y' know kick the lyrics man | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Word up | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Go for yours, aight do it man, right now | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Aight.. | |
| Yo I' m on, with the freaky style | |
| When you wait debate and rate my | |
| Rhythm expansion, dimension lyric extension | |
| Rise above, amazing days | |
| Crashin your brain, changin ways, sore for days | |
| Figurin out | |
| Midichannels, triggerin out forth | |
| I' m sendin, brains are bendin | |
| Like metal, crust to rust corrode | |
| And low stacks, pick up the wax while you ask | |
| How you do it, show me through it | |
| I never knew it, could be done, no way my son | |
| ' Cause I' m the one, smackin em up, stackin em up | |
| Boxin you ducks | |
| Packin em up, ' cause I burn | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Aiyyo Keith man, that was kinda of dope man | |
| But you know what man? | |
| I want you to increase your metaphor, you know uh | |
| Make it better for, somethin like that man, aight? | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Yeah I know what you mean, like this right? | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Yeah man | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Aight watch | |
| Droppin the word to make you think | |
| You' re buggin and illin out on, vocab | |
| Connect the abulary, then switch it | |
| Changin range easily, steadily | |
| Slow it down, ride the beat, throw em down | |
| And sweepin em down | |
| MC' s, all dirt on the floor | |
| Stand back, in fact, you' re wack to prove to me | |
| That you' re ready to be and willin to see rhymes flow | |
| Match and go, deep in your brain so | |
| Step back, and wait before you try | |
| To twist in, another line | |
| Designed to catch ya | |
| You gotta watch 2000 I bet ya, perpetrate | |
| Procrastinate, your rhymes are fake, and yo | |
| And let' s take your style, use it with mine | |
| Mix it with mine, bring it with mine | |
| And perfect it, and let the public elect it | |
| Buyin selected, ducks are corrected | |
| One at a time, each a stack | |
| Puttin em back, sittin em back, in line | |
| To California, I' m breakin on ya | |
| I' m like a psycho, I' m buggin on ya | |
| Once a day, I' m comin your way, to enter your brain | |
| And let a word remain, as a syllable | |
| Stuck deep inside | |
| The more I go on I' ll pluck inside | |
| Your skull, and damage your ears | |
| ' Cause I burn, you know that Ced | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Word up man, you burn man, yo yo man | |
| You really did burn that track up man, but you know uhh | |
| My man TR Love is in the house and uhh | |
| Moe Luv' s in the house | |
| Awesome Two, they in the house | |
| Uhh, who else in the house? | |
| My man Paul C, he got the bass pumpin, uhh | |
| Who else? Brother Kevvy Kev, uhh | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Everybody the whole Bronx yeah | |
| Brooklyn, Fort Greene, Montier Posse | |
| Ced Gee | |
| Yeah everybody man | |
| London, St. Louis, ahh, we out of here man |