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