Texty: Ultramagnetic MC's. Kool Keith Model Android #406.

Yo whassup Kool Keith? Sup Ced Gee?
Yo man, I want you to bust this beat out
Like a rappin' android, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's on you

I'm like a frequency, causing interference
With static, my appearance is dominant
With a prominent introduction
I do rhyme construction
Wear my boots, for no interruption

On the microphone, model 406
2-38, four-thousand five, 81
Seven kilowatts of power
Charging every hour

My Earth mission, I'm here to devour MC's
Toys and predators, small rappers, fake competitors
I'm bigger, and hard as a rock
Burn through steel, and brains I knock

Like Enoch, when I crush and kill
Get ill, in time destroy anyone
Who steps in my radius scanners
As the rhythm advances
My rhyme flow, creating your dances

You follow, increased metaphors
Scan control, your brain is sore
And hurting, while alerting the rest
I got the flames, and melting the best

Of the wack ones, now who is left?
You hear me clear, are you blind or deaf?
Insane, as I go in your brain
Through innertubes, my style remains

Topping, express not stopping
Rap janitor, suckers, I'm mopping germs
I'm using Pine Sol, Ajax, and cans of Lysol
For parasites, metropolitan termites
New York City, national invites

East coast, west coast, can slow down
Beats per minute, and watch me throw down
Papers, a suitcase, with rhymes
For every state, zone and different times

I'm attacking all around the globe
Or is it people, my mind will probe?
Through Jupiter, and those who are stupider
You must learn as Technics turn
I am the fire, and brains will burn

And bake, like a Tasty Cake
I'm leavin' scars, and ears will ache
In all sections, I'm causin' infections
You're now lost, I'm givin' you directions

To my skill, total connections are far
Beyond and out of reach
You are the dog, and I have the leash
To each, yes, every one of you
Step back, 'cause the wizard is back
Kool Keith

Model 406, Android styles, yo, that was fresh man
Straight to the auditory canal, yo man, bust this man
They call me Delta Force One, all star

I'ma get some of the next one
Yo Moe Luv, release the groove over there, c'mon
Aight, T.R. love in effect
Yo, let's do this man, we out