Cold Slammin Lyrics
f/ Ultramagnetic MC's, Rude Boy Remmington<br />
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[ Note: due to the dense track some parts are a strict guess ]<br />
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[ *phone conversation* ]<br />
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[ Kool Keith ] Yo Allstar Fresh, what's up?<br />
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This is Kool Keith<br />
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[ Allstar ] Yo, what's up, man?<br />
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[ Kool Keith ] Yeah, I wrote this hype rhyme for 'Cold Slammin'<br />
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I need a dope beat<br />
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[ Allstar ] Wait up, wait up<br />
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Yo, bust this<br />
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( *beat drops* )<br />
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[ VERSE 1: Kool Keith of Ultramagnetic MC's ]<br />
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Well, I'm hype and dope, super superb and nicer<br />
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The beat is slammin, with the cuts a pricer<br />
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Movin the crowd with the bass that kick back<br />
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The funky rhyme with the mic, now get back<br />
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And watch the floor burn, the rhythm is nitro<br />
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The cuts from Allstar, the jam is hype-o<br />
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Hypnotize till you vibe as I groove on<br />
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Steadily pacin the bass to move on<br />
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Rock the house, rock the club, rock the jam<br />
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Sing along, goddamn<br />
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Rhymes that come through get hot and hyper<br />
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So damn rough and really I'm that type of<br />
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Man to groove, stop and prove<br />
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Man to beat, man to meet<br />
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So look at me peak this<br />
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Style I'm usin, takin and choosin<br />
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You can't bite, toy, it's quite confusin<br />
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Verbally tactics, high kicks and drumsticks<br />
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Hittin the rhythm with a tap and a snare<br />
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As I go and flow, let you know I'm keepin up<br />
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Creepin up, take the mic on tour<br />
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I'm cold slammin<br />
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[ *scratching of* ]<br />
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(Kool Keith)<br />
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[ VERSE 2: Ced Gee of Ultramagnetic MC's ]<br />
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Lyric designer, kickin his rhymes right<br />
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Ced Gee work late night, back now, recite<br />
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The rhymes that go in you, takin control of you<br />
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To damage your braincells, move forward, flowin to<br />
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The next line, let me shake those, accomplished<br />
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Find a crowd - then pump this<br />
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Once or twice to make sure that they heard of me<br />
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Lyrics so dope, they put my foes through surgery<br />
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Battered, bruised up, used up, shoes up<br />
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They chose to oppose Ced Gee and got fucked up<br />
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Far and near, dead in the ear, crystal clear<br />
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So bring another volunteer<br />
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To step on stage, grab a mic and try, do<br />
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He won't like it, so I can fly you<br />
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The manner, fashion's always stash him, smash him, wax him<br />
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On your ass is who I'm faxin<br />
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A letter of poetry, dope and you know it's me<br />
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Hype and ripe, enticed like you told me<br />
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Information from the technician<br />
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You can't diss me, so stop wishin<br />
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Your rhymes get entered, break in the center<br />
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Mould and carve it, Ced Gee's who I went to<br />
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Play the jam, hot damn, my man, I stand and cram<br />
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Cause I'm slammin<br />
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[ *scratching of* ]<br />
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(Ced Gee)<br />
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[ *scratching of* ]<br />
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(I'm the King Bee)<br />
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[ VERSE 3: Rude Boy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad ]<br />
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I spark a question mark, put the letter in<br />
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Comes a scam before slammin on which<br />
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How many ways, modes, paths, methods<br />
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Punk attitude make me fed up<br />
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To myself I tumble, ready to funk them<br />
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Alter ego negative, show some<br />
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Burn some, cause your tag is a paper<br />
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Holdin my styles like common capers<br />
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You retriever, nothin cheaper, beaver<br />
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I'm here to crumble your ego like Libra<br />
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On a bug out tip like a chimpansee or a monkey<br />
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To snack the junkie<br />
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On a track by Fresh - funky<br />
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Bass cold bounce and bump be slammin<br />
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Even Amsterdam my song will find dancin<br />
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Clamouring, I never was the feminine<br />
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Just the Remmington, Amsterdamian<br />
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What's wrong with a song and a rep for standin<br />
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For the next man I hold the beef with knife and fork<br />
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Let your boot see, I bust your head cork<br />
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Cold slammin<br />
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[ *scratching of* ]<br />
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(Urban Dance Squad)<br />
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[ Allstar Fresh ]<br />
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Rude Boy Remmington<br />
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Yo, it's my turn<br />
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Back to burn<br />
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Allstar Fresh<br />
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Youknowmsayin?<br />
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Check this out<br />
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[ VERSE 4: Allstar Fresh ]<br />
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I go swift to lift the pitch, a switch, it change<br />
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Back to heat one, back to beat one<br />
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Allstar Fresh, I take the mic and defeat one<br />
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Wack MC, I take him out in the first round<br />
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Give him a problem, make it a hard time<br />
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Complication, rhyming formation<br />
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A lyrical madness, a funky bass and<br />
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Chasin, tastin, a litteral metaphor<br />
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Better fall, come on, you better score<br />
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1-2-3-4-5 and 6, so<br />
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Look at the Allstar, a deejay that mix, so<br />
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Fresh on the wheels of steel cause I'm Fresh, man<br />
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Those are powerful, king and the best man<br />
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As I go on the mic and so on<br />
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You look back now, you look wack now<br />
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Come in the place, catch your face a smack-down
