A Chorus Line f. Tim Dog

Ultramagnetic

[Ced Gee]
Yo whassup yo
We in the Ultra lab man
We got this beat rollin man
We might as well start this Chorus Line, y'all with that?

[Tim Dog]
Word up, yeah let's do this [bad word] man
Let's get on that

[Ced Gee]
Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo..
Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it?
Yo Tim Dog, you lead it off, aight?

[Tim Dog]
Aight

[Ced Gee]
We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man
It's on you, take it my brother

[Tim Dog]
Ahhhhhhhhh [edited], call me the hick that vicked
To lick the [bad word] you spick, cause I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised with the brave
I'm the headmaster and you're my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
Have the class to, faster, call me the master
You wanna jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily
Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed her
You wanna be taught? Later
I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. cause I got so
many dollars, scholars, holler
Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk
away, cause Dog don't lay
If rappers wanna play - go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and dare with a stare
You say where? I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical mircales
difficult, to some terrifical
Hypothetically, alphabetically
Energetically, theoretically
No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest protest and progress
Confess with reflex, cause I get cold 
I can't believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you think that I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifth
to shift the spliff that's in control to hold and fold
a bowl'll make you take and ache and fake
Whoooo.. hot [bad word] I'm great
I'm on the Chorus Line

It's a Chorus Line (3X)
Yo Trev (yeah) bust your rhyme

[T.R. Love]
Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
Gimme a second, to think of
the dopest lingua, lyrical interest
The metaphor better for, if and in awe
before the score, want more then implore
the rhyme line fine, com-bine design
Redefine, intertwine
Down the line, see the sign, stop sign
Pause -- and let me enter your brain
Reachin the full circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I equal to destroy
I'm like a twister tornado, you're just a toyboy
Made, manufactured by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from another wholesale
Words are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to trail
My certain style, words and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting
Fiends, the way it actually should be know to me
Cause that's the way it has to be done for me
Mine, and everyone else around
You're unequal to the sounds of my ratio
My strength is mental universal power
For the hour I will rain like a shower
Nucleon, cause you be on, fatal
More than able, also capable
Of takin you out without a doubt
And with clout just a sissy, a sucker girl scout
I'll rewind myself and then begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen
Come again, as I intend to start to end
to go beyond, means of a titan
I'm fightin, releasing my fury to cause static
and shine, the superstar, reign supreme
T.R. the Lover has got to be
Dope and def, the best that never fessed
Unless you guessed the test, a threat in chess
Never mess up for my Chorus Line

Yo Ced, here's your rhyme

[Ced Gee]
Metaphor layer, kickin it righteous
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might just
Rip into this, rap right through this
beat that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this
Rappin with swing and, bein distinct man
Seein the waffle can, rap with me understand
the fact I sound def means that I'm buildin
I'm so dope