The Dirtchamber Sessions, Vol. 1

(section 3)

Play it and scratch it
Play it and scratch it

King kut, u know u wanna slice
Scratch is so nice u gotta hear it twice
King kut, and it's good to go
Scratchin' to the beat in stereo
Dj cheese (and a little bit sore?)
Scratch up the beat and go off, go off

I'm not original, i'm predictable
And when i mc i'm powerful
In my own way i rock the mic
I got a style of my own,
Never have to fight

Cos i can rock any record
If u just let us
Me go off, i can do it better with
Jazz, solo, rock-and-roller
Scratchin' to the set or on a big solo

Cos i announce the time,
When it comes to rhyming (sing)
Lyrics like this, i'm a scientist
And if u want proof that we got juice,
Just check out the rhymes that we produce

We're gonna take our talent to the extreme
Destroy this place like a mad machine
Cos we're live, wise, organised
Three in a place you'll recognise

An imitation from new york
You're made in japan
From cheese and chalk
You're hipy tarts hero
'cos you put on bad show
You put on bad show
Oh don't it show

Still oh out on those pills
Oh do you remember

Think it's well playing max's kansas
You're looking bored
And you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep yer mouth shut
You better keep yer mouth shut
In a rut
Still oh out on those pills

Do the sambo

Four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot

You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

Think it's well playing in japan
When everybody knows japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss

Still oh out on those pills
Cheap thrills, anadins, aspros, anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me

A kiss a kiss you're sealed with a kiss
A looking for a kiss you're coming to this
I wanna kiss anything
Oh kiss this eh boy

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[i think it's time to discuss your

(section 1 at 3:28)

(intro)
One two, one two
Ultramagnetic's in full effect
We talkin' about givin' the drummer some
You know what, kool keith, yo, tell 'em what's on your mind

(kool keith)
I'm ready and now it's my turn to build
Uplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thing
Switch up change my pitch up
Smack my bitch up like a pimp
For any rapper who attempt to wear troop's and step on my path
I'm willing as a a-1 general rhyme enforcer 235 on a rhyme test
Whatever group or vest in line i put 'em all behind
Play mc ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deserves
I smell a grape in the duck preserves and
Who deserves the right to be king of the screen
And shout wack poetry what, are you buggin'
Germs that want to law me, quit it, before i heat your ear off
Let your burn deduct another year off rappin' for a face i'm slappin'
Gimme applause when hands start clappin', now give the drummer some