[Ced Gee] All 1992 flavor... Yo, back in eighty-six it started with a song The lyrics was bugged out, the samples strong Different, innovative, the new school found it A couple of years, I did the "Criminal Minded" LP, with KRS Scott LaRock was dope, rest in peace, God bless Next was Ultra, a classic found I took my time, producin "Critical Beatdown" It was raw, puttin sales, in stores The brothers today, wanna hear it even more than they did back then, but that was then I didn't get the ends but I had a lot of friends Yo fuck that! Cause I'd rather have the papers Ride in a Lexus, set the record straight the way it's supposed to be, my production is poetry A lot use my style kid, but that doesn't bother me Now I'ma freakin wreck shop, my shit is the tip-top Conditioned like gold, Ced Gee and I won't stop Breakin ground in the rap game, so here I go Here I go, here I go again [scratched: "Here I go, here I go, here I go again"] [Ced Gee] Let's turn the page, move up to date Gee takes you by surprise, just like fate Our rap got soul, it was astounding I grabbed Tim Dog, produced "Fuck Compton" But I backed off, the brother got greedy So I kicked him in the nose, gave it to the needy in Swahili, I really, saw a hillbilly He came out with a rhyme rap the kid went platinum Got mad airplay, brothers kept clappin To the bank, move these soundtracks It's quite fast, he even did hog rap In ef-fect, a fresh pair of Timberlands