U-N-D-E-F-E-A-T-E-D

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[Chorus]
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G

[Verse 1: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz]
Attention, other rappers, look up here, please
I got something to say to all you MCs
Now I know you think you're good, but soon you'll agree
That you could never in your life be as good as me
'Cause what I got is sufficient enough
But the rhymes you say are older than dust
See, I've been MCin' eight years
And when I get on the mic, they chant and cheer
'Cause they know the Funkmaster is capable
To subdue any MC 'cause I got pull
But a brother like you comes out of the blue
Talking all that mumbo-jumbo, that crap won't do
'Cause all that doеs is intimidate me
To challengе you, so you could see
That I'm the candidate in this campaign
And you're just a bum coming out of the rain
You must got three balls, for even thinking
That you could mess with me, you need a spanking
You don't got the capabilities or facilities
To even compare yourself to little old me
So don't make no gestures or funny remarks
Or I'll put you in the toaster like a Pop-Tart
I'm not trying to be aggressive or be a bully
But the Funkmaster is extraordinary
Ask the President, Congress or Senator
You can even ask him, you can even ask her
They'll tell you who's the best and who the people request
It's not 'cause I got juice or the way I dress
It's 'cause rapping, it is an art
And every statement I make comes from the heart
So don't try to play possum and try to hide
And don't try to take me for a horseback ride
Don't try to cop out and expect me
To accept your pathetic apology
Because you bit the apple and found it was rotten
Now you assume everything would be forgotten
But now you realize you're messing with the Wiz
The brother who's chilling with twelve inches
But it's guys like you who get dropped
By a brother like me, I'm solid as a rock
But I know you don't wanna get physical
Because you know, baby doll, you're not capable
So tell all your friends who you souped up
That today is the day you pressed your luck
You put your big nose where it doesn't belong
Now you're singing Humpty-Dumpty song
I'm not through yet, so stand right there
See, I'm gonna be your worstest nightmare
Every time I hear you're at a party
You can expect to bump into me
Out in the crowd staring at you
And the three-letter word I'll be yelling is "Boo"
And I'm telling everybody who's standing there
"The brother on the mic is softer than diarrhea"
And if you don't like it, throw up your fist
But you won't, 'cause you know you can't handle this
We're the

[Chorus]
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G!
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G!

[Verse 2: ZG]
Intelligent multitude, listen to me
Because I'm known as the human rappin' dictionary
And for every phrase I say to amaze
I know the definition in a thousand ways
My intellect is well-rounded, I'm astute
And my mental modules are ready to compute
With little repetition or reiteration
I end all positions when I begun
Now I'm like a tape recorder, 'cause I can rewind
(Rewind can I 'cause, recorder tape a like I'm)
Listen to my elocution, starin' in awe
This is only the commencement, I've got more
At the [?] plus ultra pinnacle, a vertex
In other words I'm at the top, my apex
And any indolent who tries to compete
Will suffer for his insolence under both of my feet
The coup-de-grâce will be delivered by me
To put him out of his misery
Because my microphone talent generates from the source
The innermost nebular of most cerebrum of course
Where electronic impulses are transferred
Into thoughts which are then conveyed by words
The computer was pretty good in its time
But truly it cannot compare to this mind of mine
There's not a day when my thoughts cease to expand
I can fathom anything, or understand
I'm sharp as a stiletto, and ready to slice
Straight through the competition 'cause I'm that nice, hey
This literary genius was brought to thee
Courtesy of ZG, the rappin' dictionary
Like that, y'all, and you don't stop
To the funky beat, baby doll, it makes your body rock
And get down, and you don't quit
Because the music is known as the ultimate

[Chorus]
And we're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G!

[Verse 3: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz]
Well I'm your host for the next half-hour
The Funkmaster Wiz, the man who's high-power
And rappin' on the mic is what I do best
It's what separates me from the rest
My rhymes excite him and excite her
I don't need a pencil, I use a typewriter
And you might say that I'm so modest
But that's how it is with the Wizologist
Spelled W-I-Z-O-L-O-G-I-S-T
I used to rock alone, a solo MC
But now I got two other brothers down with me
Fighting the whole damn war without artillery
The Undefeated Three, a three-man army
Defying the laws of gravity
The deadly Kool Supreme, he's down with my team
And he never stops rhymin', he's an MC fiend
Like a junkie needs a needle, he needs his mic
'Cause it curbs his MC appetite
And there's Easy, the rappin' dictionary
When he's not on the mic, he's in some girl's nookie
There's something else I didn't tell you that you should know
That me and Easy-G, we both are Virgos
And neither one of us cannot be handled
So don't go around and make up no scandal
Sayin' you dissed one of the Three
'Cause you'll be putting your life in jeopardy
'Cause Kool ain't going for it, and neither am I
And knowing G, he'll walk up and smack you in your eye
But me, personally, I go berzerk
And if you say something like that, you're gonna get hurt
'Cause I'm the coach, so when you make the approach
You do it right or you'll be stepped on just like a roach
Now you can try to duck, you can try to block
But eventually you're gonna drop
Whatever race or religion, make the right decision
'Cause head on head is one hell of a collision
I'm not a wimp and I don't have to pimp
And even though I'm short, I'm not a shrimp
I'm just as much man as anybody
And there's a whole bunch of people who can vouch for me
So, when you talk, don't spit and don't give me no lip
And whatever you say better be accurate
And since I'm the coach, you say it to me
But make sure you speak with courtesy
Now you can act all ill and play like you're bug
Or dress up like Boy George on Culture Club
But when I come around, you put it on hold
And flush that crap down the toilet bowl
'Cause I'm the Funkmaster, MC Wizard Wiz
And you all know that [?]
So keep this in mind when you're all alone
That the life you save may be your own
You might get through the Kool and the G and live
But don't forget you gotta go face to face with Wiz

[Chorus]
We're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G!

[Verse 4: Kool Supreme]
I'm everlasting like the clear blue sky
I'll never be answered like the question why
Not pathetic, energetic with a big ego
Gonna be number one, that's all I know
'Cause I'm like a computer with bits and bytes
Everything I say is computed [?]
Since life is short, I'm gonna be blunt
The hunted get hunted and the hunters hunt
Anyone you might be, it don't mean nothing to me
'Cause nobody can change destiny
'Cause if you got what it takes, you'll get what you deserve
If you don't, you'll be in the park with the birds
But a brother like me got it all figured out
I get money and honey by shocking the house
And it'll be real easy 'cause MCing for me
Is like Eyewitness News on ABC
It come on every day, rain or shine
And that's just how I am with my funky rhymes
'Cause I'm guaranteed to put through your ears
Some of the funkiest rhymes you'll ever hear
Unlike other MCs, I'm reliable
When I'm on the mic I perform miracles
I can take your lies and make them true
Yes, play with your mind like I always do
'Cause I'm the MC fiend, the uptown kid
I'm a hundred percent of one hundred
And ever since I was nine, I wanted to rhyme
I knew I would be the best in due time
So I laid back, peeping out the wack
Making my strategy, planning my attack
And now I'm out, huh, so don't you shout
And before a fly goes in it, close your mouth
Because the Kool is back and ain't a damn thing changed
Rhymes Galore is still my middle name
I'm here to do a few things
Rock the mic, collect my money and get some trim
If I happen to only do two out of three
Well, I can always go to Plan B
If Plan B doesn't work, hey that's alright
I'll just salvage what I can and call it a night
'Cause when things work out to my dismay
I remember that tomorrow's another day
So when life gets you down, don't you fuss
'Cause remember that it happens to the best of us

[Chorus]
We're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G!

[Verse 5: ZG]
Going stanza after stanza, I do plan to
Make MCs step on the microphone commander
Score a perfect ten like Nadia Comăneci
There's not a goal that's beyond my reach
Like an atomic pile, I'm hot to the core
Like a heat-seeking missile, my shot is sure
Now my rhymes will amaze ya, faze ya then daze ya
I got a lot of stances, I'm sharp as a razor
Just like Beethoven, Tchaikovsky or Bach
My rhymes are all classic and I'm quite a shock
I'm virtually unbeatable in the art of rhyming
With time, the level of my talent keeps climbing
To the top of the pile, proving I'm versatile
Girlies I beguile with a smile
I'll take a pinch or an inch and stretch it into a mile
MCs line up in single-file
To be blown away, completely annihilated
By each and every one of these rhymes I've created
My talent on the rap is universal appeal
Like a knight in shining armor, a mic's what I wield
Your attention will mention I'm best of the best
Any foe that I know adds up to less
I'm contender for the title, I mean the crown
Champion of Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and Boogie Down
Pushing high power watts, producing volts
My energy will dissipate like a thunderbolt
If you do not believe, you can feel my wrath
It's your prerogative to step in my path
Creative is what I am, I cannot lie
Thought after thought I'll magnify
Creating a power source to the extreme
One touch is enough to make you scream
Step back, keep your distance, I'm high resistance
There's not another MC like me in existence
King on the throne and barbaric like Conan
You won't see me retreat from defeat by no man
Like that, and I do-do-don't stop
The funky beat, and baby doll, it makes your body rock

[Chorus]
We're the U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G
U-N-D, E-F-E, A-T-E-D
Wiz, Kool and G!

[Verse 6: Funkmaster Wizard Wiz]
You say New York City, we just wanna let y'all know who the Undefeated Three consist of:
First of all, I'm the funkdafied, tranquilized, [?], super-sized, harmonized, socialite [?] rock the [?]
The [?], magical, anti-gravical, [?], bionical, even [?]
The nutritionist, funkiest elementarianist, the Wizologist, the Funkmaster Wizard Wiz, next man

[Verse 7: Kool Supreme]
I'm Kool Supreme, here to make you scream
Don't mess with no girls under sixteen
Burn through your brain like a laser beam
Don't drink Old E 'cause it's gasoline
Rock to the beat so sweet and mean
Always on the scene
And I go by the name of the deadly Kool
The man who make you drool
Rock you down 'cause the mic's my tool
And the throne will soon be mine, and I will rule
Next man
You want me to go now?
Yeah

[Verse 8: ZG]
In the place to be, with pride and dignity
As you can see number one in New York City
I'm in the lead, I'm what you need
Rap with speed, out to succeed to make it heard
I'm first, not third
Using funky words, flying higher than a bird
My defense is intelligence
I have enough influence to be an MC prince
I'll explain, I won't detain, experience on my brain is what I gain
I'm gonna come out with sophisticated, dedicated
Precisely computated, funky fresh raps that I created
Oh yeah, I'm not gonna say a rap
I'm just the electrifying Easy G, alright?
And we are the Undefeated Three, huh!