* song is poorly recorded + hard to understand; corrections appreciated
[Ced Gee] Yo! That just about wraps up what I believe is some unique careers But how else to bring this... decade and, different y'know that new innovative rap to an end, but with a song that best describes it It's called "Smoking Dust," it's 1993, check it
"Today's top story - President Fairlane spent the morning in conference with the nation's top scientists. He discussed the massive {?} problem no other man had ever had to bear; the face, of evil."
[Kool Keith] From the Boogie Down Bronx, Voltech City We are here to teach the imbeciles The ignorant, the most stupid biological means of course How can you be so dumb, Now you with that smoking dust Flying particles, enbalming fluid (AIGHT!)
Powerful, igniting my mass appeal with steel The legislator, funky phantom masturbator Galactic arraignment, I step to you gay men For organism, my imprinted mechanism Solo flex, my flowers grow like the embryo Doctor Ock, and mega {?} come in video Alpha control, Spock to Scotty beam in sick bay Relay the ADAT, my new computer chip Watch the dim{?}, the mack {?} computer flip Never wastin time, I cruise warp speeds Atom speed, I blast rocket the blind speed 7-X-oh, who coming light speed I got the fly the bucket seat spaceship Missile control, Spectrum City sees the fold I'm in the atmosphere, word to planet Earth My intro verse can funk so impeccable Styring. styring. styring I'm a zeek smoking dust
[Chorus: Ultramagnetic] Not drug dust, the dust of fools (hit it!) Smoking dust.. we're smoking dust Smoking dust.. we're smoking dust Smoking dust.. we're smoking dust
[Ced Gee] Come see the psycho, kick another caper I'm only here to strafe ya, set the record straight Let my mental powers break ya, elevate, correlate Fate just scraped ya - come one come all My sight is on the justice I know what you've been told, but you really have to trust this Rippin alleys up, my aim's to ride I know it's ass-backwards, instead it should be I The alien, citizen, straight from the bottom {?} cycled up, part the dust, yeah I got 'em Through heaven and hell, it's all in the mind Cause when you're gone you're buried, 'til the end of time The biblical master, arrangin the trip Some humans wanna doubt me, they catch me on my ship To me it's no problem, that's far beyond my way I leave 'em like a puzzle, each play is mine to sway Debate, is open, today So pick up pick up, the blast from my brain {?} Ced Gee, the infinite, infinite Like Churchill was elected, yeah I have a special gift To lecture, shift ya, switch ya, move ya Get you out your seat, totally improve your search, state, learn, find WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM, WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY MIND? I'M SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY... I'm smoking dust!
We are the immortals Take us to your leader as we exhibit the Earth through different forecasts What is right for one, which can understand, limits
[Verse Three] I'm comin hyperatomic, connectin rays to power To blow up brains and steal the real skill, the shit is ill Then I conduct and switch to mega And I can choose to include the views, to set my move And like the beat will never cease Inhabitants disappear through my brain vision A Babylon, skatting, in search of human, {?} The main decision, of mind control See what I mean is, energy The master of the guardians of the universe And you will search for, my armageddeon {?}
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[Ced Gee] Yo! That just about wraps up what I believe is some unique careers But how else to bring this... decade and, different y'know that new innovative rap to an end, but with a song that best describes it It's called "Smoking Dust," it's 1993, check it
"Today's top story - President Fairlane spent the morning in conference with the nation's top scientists. He discussed the massive {?} problem no other man had ever had to bear; the face, of evil."
[Kool Keith] From the Boogie Down Bronx, Voltech City We are here to teach the imbeciles The ignorant, the most stupid biological means of course How can you be so dumb, Now you with that smoking dust Flying particles, enbalming fluid (AIGHT!)
Powerful, igniting my mass appeal with steel The legislator, funky phantom masturbator Galactic arraignment, I step to you gay men For organism, my imprinted mechanism Solo flex, my flowers grow like the embryo Doctor Ock, and mega {?} come in video Alpha control, Spock to Scotty beam in sick bay Relay the ADAT, my new computer chip Watch the dim{?}, the mack {?} computer flip Never wastin time, I cruise warp speeds Atom speed, I blast rocket the blind speed 7-X-oh, who coming light speed I got the fly the bucket seat spaceship Missile control, Spectrum City sees the fold I'm in the atmosphere, word to planet Earth My intro verse can funk so impeccable Styring. styring. styring I'm a zeek smoking dust
[Chorus: Ultramagnetic] Not drug dust, the dust of fools (hit it!) Smoking dust.. we're smoking dust Smoking dust.. we're smoking dust Smoking dust.. we're smoking dust
[Ced Gee] Come see the psycho, kick another caper I'm only here to strafe ya, set the record straight Let my mental powers break ya, elevate, correlate Fate just scraped ya - come one come all My sight is on the justice I know what you've been told, but you really have to trust this Rippin alleys up, my aim's to ride I know it's ass-backwards, instead it should be I The alien, citizen, straight from the bottom {?} cycled up, part the dust, yeah I got 'em Through heaven and hell, it's all in the mind Cause when you're gone you're buried, 'til the end of time The biblical master, arrangin the trip Some humans wanna doubt me, they catch me on my ship To me it's no problem, that's far beyond my way I leave 'em like a puzzle, each play is mine to sway Debate, is open, today So pick up pick up, the blast from my brain {?} Ced Gee, the infinite, infinite Like Churchill was elected, yeah I have a special gift To lecture, shift ya, switch ya, move ya Get you out your seat, totally improve your search, state, learn, find WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM, WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY MIND? I'M SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY, SORRY... I'm smoking dust!
We are the immortals Take us to your leader as we exhibit the Earth through different forecasts What is right for one, which can understand, limits
[Verse Three] I'm comin hyperatomic, connectin rays to power To blow up brains and steal the real skill, the shit is ill Then I conduct and switch to mega And I can choose to include the views, to set my move And like the beat will never cease Inhabitants disappear through my brain vision A Babylon, skatting, in search of human, {?} The main decision, of mind control See what I mean is, energy The master of the guardians of the universe And you will search for, my armageddeon {?}
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