Ease Back

"30 seconds to respond—" "30 seconds to respond with our anti-ballistic missile" [Verse 1: Ced-Gee & Kool Keith] Say what (yea) now ease back to the rear You hear eardrums drown, the bass pound Real stupid, we didn't loop this Nor did we scoop it, it's that we rock it While ducks jock this Biting and writing and fighting for this Beats and wax, rhymes are facts Biting acts How we did it, for this one, that one Biters around, check out the sound In town, to the rhythm that we give 'em In fact you lack (Ultramagnetic) skills 'Cause your record's no frills Here's your bill now ease back Ease back [Verse 2: Kool Keith] I'm back, back to smack attack Those who wack and lack my experience On the microphone holding my own ground Dominating forces Change the sources, punks takes losses Enough 'cause it's me on the mic Feeding on words, smart like a nerd Haven't you heard this change of rhyme Continuing the land of time For my incredible, highly elevated Smooth in the mind, more sophisticated Motivated, as I relate it verbal Dissing a mouse and smacking any gerbil I bought a Saab, a 1990 Turbo Shining, fog lights in the front I'm by myself, no seats for a stunt 'Cause I want it like that, I got it like that I have it like that, I need it like that It's better like that, I made it like that I bought it like that, I'm living like that For you wack MC's Who go on the mic and blow on the mic And perpetrate frauds and making mistakes Like an amateur but I'm a 20 year veteran And better than, including the rest of them I chew 'em all and spit out the best of them One by one, I'm teaching my son to ease back Ease back [Verse 3: Ced-Gee] What's up, it's me again I'm Ced Gee wit a funky blend Of beats and rhymes on time with my DJ He's not weak with anything he plays Rocking, slicing, rep is treacherous Like a professor, he had perfected this Simple potion, through devotion With his blends, his motions and fastly approaching Coasting, reaching higher levels So when you see 'em, you best say hello I'ma take out a knife, pen and paper and write A rhyme so dope you can't think, can't cope Ducks, who are you really kidding You say you're dope, well you're admitting That you can't compete because your rhymes are weak Full of more nonsense, past tense, incomplete Weep and learn a new rap style From Ced Gee, the wizard of know how An innovation, elevation, psyching the nation When I ease back Ease back