Critical Beatdown Lyrics - Singles - Lil Ced

verse1: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! 

Chorus(x2):beat down is what you takin, 

beatdown is what you makin, 

beatdown is somethin you dont from me so dont go fake it 

verse2: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, lil ced on the mic, and i'm hype 

For the critical beatdown! 

Chorus(x2):beat down is what you takin, 

beatdown is what you makin, 

beatdown is somethin you dont from me so dont go fake it 

verse3:Here's the L.i.l., combined with the c.e.d. 

Swing in the lil ced say it correctly 

As ced, 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 Lil Ced, cold rippin mc's 

I'm hype - for the critical beatdown! 

Chorus(x2):beat down is what you takin, 

beatdown is what you makin, 

beatdown is somethin you dont from me so dont go fake it