Song Critical Beatdown | |
Artist(s): | Ultramagnetic MCs |
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Game: | GTA: San Andreas |
Radio Station: | Playback FM |
Year: | 1988 |
Genre: | Classic Hip Hop |
Critical Beatdown is a song performed by Ultramagnetic MCs featured on the radio station Playback FM in GTA: San Andreas.
Lyrics[]
- [Kool Keith]
- Well I'm the equalizer, known to be graphic
- I clear static, breakin up traffic
- Move, while I enter the groove
- I'm on top, and happy to prove
- To wack MC's who claim to be better than
- No
- Way I'm frankly more clever than
- All of you, each and every one, my son
- Pay close attention
- I take your brain to another dimension
- Hold it, mold it, shape it
- You got a knife, yes I wanna scrape it
- Up and down, sideways, any way I can
- Be rude to you
- But I'll rap and be crude to you
- And eat up, toy ducks I beat up
- I am the oven your brains I wanna heat up
- Mega, supersonic degrees
- I come around, roastin MC's
- With fire, to burn the toy liar
- Raw meat, turn the flame higher
- Cook it, like a fish I'll hook it
- For any beat, it's time that I took it
- Right, correctly to the top
- With the rhythm and as your head bop
- I'm hype, for the critical beatdown!
- [Ced Gee]
- I'm attacking them, my job is stacking them
- For every rapper, must I be smacking them
- Once, or twice in the face
- With rough beats, producin the bass
- That blow out, cause power to go out
- Inner spark, I'm ready to blow out
- Like this, altitude level
- Reachin forth, stompin every devil
- In sight, you might just wanna bite
- My illusions, mental confusions
- You're a mark, skulls I've been abusin
- Losin, any rapper who follow me
- Your girl loves me, now she wanna swallow me
- Back up, move on to the rear
- When I'm on the stage should be clear
- Speakin, goin ear to ear
- Places far, ducks would appear
- For the countdown, so you wait to rhyme
- And twist, stuttering, uttering
- Parkay, margerine, everything butter
- And another thing, you shoulda been a Muppet
- A toy boy, a fake scream puppet
- I'm takin titles, and punks better up it
- To me, Ced Gee on the mic, and I'm hype
- For the critical beatdown!
- [Kool Keith]
- Here's the K, combined the double-O
- Swing in the L, I'm ready to go
- As Keith, Rap General Chief Executive
- Plus exquisitive
- Mandatory, capital statements
- I am the teacher, preaching what makes sense
- Class, you wasn't able to pass
- For any germ or lice who come last
- I'm boric, high computing acid
- Get off the mic and won't you please pass it
- To me, for a one-two check
- Give me a pound and lots of respect
- No hands, you dissapointing my fans
- You on reverb, and talking to cans
- Hello - how are you doing?
- I come to wreck, and parties I'll ruin
- With rhymes, pumpin up smoke
- Diesel advances makin them choke
- And cough up, the hard-headed I'll soften
- Spongee, then after that drink a ?
- Roll the sess, the buddha with the ganji
- Puff up, while I make tough stuff up
- I'm Kool Keith, cold rippin MC's
- I'm hype - for the critical beatdown!