Now featuring the MC’s 10th Studio Project DOG CENTRAL (Deluxe) - Do you know the Rabbit Man? Cedric B., also known as “UNCLE CED,” showcases his evolution in Hip-Hop with this compilation of the Mississippi MC’s most powerful tracks. Welcome to The Essentials, an expansive collection of the MC’s career-profound catalog spanning his artistic evolution; from his early work as “Chisa” to his current moniker, Cedric B. (also known as “Belly” or “The Magic Man”), this playlist highlights his growth as a creative writer, songwriter, rapper, and artistic visionary.

Dog Yard Hits

Welcome to a dog’s world. The deluxe offers a red carpet entrance into the doghouse as DOG CENTRAL is met with a collection of deep cuts and star-charting stories. As Cedric B. takes the podium with an electrifying entrance, “Don’t Be Afraid To Admit I’m Not The Enemy” is the pinnacle production followed by a cirque-du-la of anthems segueing into the all to familiar rooms of dog central. - SoundCloud (2025)

Dog Central Deluxe

Introducing the Country Boy Bat’s very own SALONS (2024)

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

D4L intro

Lyrics: 

Tell these niggas I'm bad a kid, straight up savage,
If they asking, I'm packing, carry caskets,
Double barrel the magnum is knocking back bitch, massive hits on my tracklist, I'm a trap hit

Told a hoe I came to body, this is not a facade
Hampton from Bellion, dream house by da pond
First album to drop,  bitches I done ran me a block,
Sent me a mark, point blank period, star

I'm on TV now, now these hoes tryna be me
Swear deze rap hoes weak, could-neva spit like me,
Big Bundy, killin off a rap nigga feat, peep my bars so elite, got the world to my feet

No Domo, cuttin classy, black fonos,
Double back huncho, king raps in combos
Calancho, nightmare O.V.O Toronto 
Muthafuckin onneo, I lead da team like Diamo,

Keep a pick in my gun, case they want some
Scared niggas need to run, take yo bitch son
Plus one, I'm the muthafuckin plus son
Up one's, only dashin when I cut crumbs
Triple casket, I just bodied like a threesome
Eat some, I be eating like I need lunch
Breaking with the skill, flow so unique
Now all these niggas tryna copy and compete

Plastic, fake bitches from the city actin,
Looking back shit, never knew bitch to basket
Bask in, in the glory like the fuckin last win
Last win, when'd you last sis?,
Ass classeless

I'm in first place, Memphis to upstate
Boardin, back-boardin on the da chart, waves
Money into grade, diamonds from chump change,
Switchin frames -on a niggas, like Mary and Miss Jane,

Slipping clip gang,
On bitches this clip rains,
Bad Fendi Trixie, up reppin my clip name
Wanna talk to me, you need money and clip stains
Tryna give me brain ya tongue gotta be wang

So insane, drip so hard might be paint,
fathering you hoes, no taxes just quick fame,
Run up the score, and tally the hits mane,
Cant compare a rap nigga to this hip-hop gang, -

Walker Texas I'm da ranger, bitch I'm powering up,
Mighty morphing on the subs like DaBaby  and Suge
No escorts on the court, bitches titties and mugs
How a plain nigga thug, betta ask where I'm from,

No I won't  be brazita 
See me ya mamasita
If you got a couple dollas I might holla sita
Couple plaques on you walls, keep the bottle leaking
Fucking all night long that's a hour feature

The Art Of Rap

The “Art of Rap” rapper’s first full length projects, Verses & Whoas & HOTLINES & $ONGS and God & Myself, originally released back in 2017, sees Cedric B. (formally known - as Chisa)in his early day's as Binge exploring creativity for the first time in a collection of unmastered, raw, but memorable, tracks in the first half. 

The other half (Disc 2)is the first album released as Chisa & has a more club-focused sound with deeper remnants/themes of God; the collection details much of his life then and gives small glimpses into some of his views and ideas now.

13. Young Nigga Stay Rich

Lead Single from SALONS out February 14th 2024

Enter into SALONS as the MC transforms heavy bars into soulful takes on poetic interludes; Brazen with comfort, odes of strength, and an unorthodox-formality, SALONS is a step forward into playful bars. From the opening mic-drop of "D4L Intro" (into that outlines who Cedric B. is and intentions with the album) to the ends more political concepts of "MERICA", the MC's 4th Studio albums sets the tone for a moreaware Cedric accompanied by the nuances of soul as can be heard throughout the short 10-song tracklist. Fans will find pleasant vibes with wave-riding tracks like "Waterslide/KOTS" + "Poppy Don't Swing" or appreciate the real stories illustrated in "Promised Land/Been Alright" + "Gen Z J. Cole" - an eletric track that stands as the albums main protagonist; to celebrate this epic release, SALONS also includes a bonus track "Punchlines" from Cedric B.'s early days as Binge - an unreleased, secretly kept track where the MC's lyrical/songwriting talents shine from punchline to punchline.

Waterslide/KOTS

Cedric B. [The Essentials] Playlist Exclusive

DOOMSHOP/Pop-Out!

S A L O N S | DELUXE / Lyrics:

Verse 1:
think u ready for my top, ion think u is
bitches playin on my lot, like some Jefferson kids
said a nigga gone fall off, i'm still doin it big
pushin pen like a pregnant bitch pushin out twins
Make em sweat, make em water, all my bitches wit it
All you niggas is my daughters, way too pussy forreal
Hoe I ain't eva been caught up, it ain't no catchin a fish
BItches like Dora, where’s the map, cause I'm swippin da kit
I got a million up and pending, dats tha cost of da fit
I’m capping, niggas im to average, but I stay with the drip
Cadence consistent, I be hitting every bar that I spit,
These niggas lame, and these bitches really bitches for real 
Talk yo shit, where da fabreeze go,
It’s the stintch, got em sick, make em sneeze hoe
Feelin like Nicki, I’m a sleeze, ruby rings gold
Foot on a neck, MTS, hiss, a snake on parole

Chorus:
Now pay attention, ain’t no chorus, cause I’m talking my shit,
I know it’s hitting, you can play dis in da car or da strip
No competition, who competing, I can’t think who equipped 
Like an extension, I’m a killer, got this rap on my hip,-

Verse 2:
Dog niggas, eatin bitches up like Pac-Man, Kuchi, 
Munchin like spice, call me da captain,
How ya do me, hate-violatin cause I’m a Blackman, Like I’m Lucious, a lion dat body niggas like Jack Chan, -
Standing up on business like a bully, I’m a rockstar 
Party like a verse that Nicki spit off of RuPaul
Niggas, I’m dat nigga, stepping on em like a Q-dog,
Deadlier than 90, im who errybody hates on
Bar for bar I’m coming, ain’t no pussy nigga testing me,
Two-tone on my stomach, hid da guns behind my LLC
Watch out for my burners, dats a tommy tucked in my dick for keeps
Chum niggas be wantin, kill me off just for my recipes
Hoe niggas relaxin, on dey backs, I guess I said too much
Inboxing me, hungry, like lil buddy must wanna be touched
Fuck that shit you talkin, I’m on coin, bitch I ain’t never scared
Kill em dead, who shot ya, they shot me up in my leg like Meg
Hit em up, goonie ass lil nigga, I’m on my 2Pac shit
Fo-Fo sittin pretty like I’m Ricky, touchable like I’m Remble
Watch it, I get anxious, make me nervous, lil hoe you never did
AE, KA Belly, big-boy skinny, MC talk yo shit

 
Chorus:
Now pay attention, ain’t no chorus, cause I’m talking my shit,
I know it’s hitting, you can play dis in da car or da strip
No competition, who competing, I can’t think who equipped 
Like an extension, I’m a killer, got this rap on my hip,-

Talk Shh/DEADLY (Belly)

Radio Edit | Dolby Atmos | (Album) Virgos Wanna Be Stars Too

A Star was born on September 9th, 1997, and On FMBM/GROTESQUE, The MC’s immaculate vernacular is showcased on a club-trap symphony. Be careful, pay attention! you might miss a bar or two…or more.

LYRICS:

Verse 1:
Slidin on dese niggas like a muthafuckin boat load
Big dawg in the city, like I’m Missy, pest it’s no control
Realest nigga living, still inventing with this rap-shit flow
Flodgin ass niggas ain’t no touching me, I’m too ten toes 
Pull up in an escargo, feeling like I’m  D-Low,
Pussy niggas don’t know da lingo, askin me now what’s the cheat codes
You’n  get it, way too pimpin for you pussy ass lil niggas
I been dropping shit I was 6th grade out of cheapo

Choppo in my booty pocket rockin like Pachino
Like a gangster, I been way to wanster tryna keep the peace tho
Fuck my momma, nah hoe fuck yo crew, you youngest baby too
I been PG like I’m Nemo, time turn up shit like Chemo
Shit get dangerous, I’m in my baggest, poppin triple tags,
Said it fast, you couldn’t catch the rap, but really do you rap
Tryna tell me how to cop a field, and show me how to spazz,
Fuck you bitch, yo hoe can suck this dick, matterfact she has,
Shit get greasy, swear it’s way too easy, ain’t no MC beatin me 
Too collegiate, athletic rapper eating, a beast up on these beats
Call up B.B, tell em C.B., seaping, blood cause I got meat,
Country demon, time, I’m undefeated, Batman with the wings 
Ah-ah-Ah-ah-Ah-I’m so grotesque,
I got a bullet in my ankle from when they shot at me ain’t left
Hoes down, pimps up, pulling both, im too direct
Big boss, skinny nigga, Iet me pop it off my chest
Hoes confusing me for simple but I’m way to complex
Like Easy-E, when it comes to down to this rapping shit, im best
It’s no contest, competition lacking, can I be frank 
Most of the game is really pussy, got the mic tached to my name (uh)

Chorus (X2):
Fuck my baby mom, I’m so grotesque
If I’m so grotesque, then tell me why these bitches on my neck
Niggas on my dick, tryna see just how I wash the rinse
How I’m eating big, how I’m really winning with no wins

Demon-talkin, waxin on it like Miyagi,
With the sausage, on my dick, these niggas really some impostas
Eat the noodle up, bitches wanna eat meat like it’s pasta,
Where yo shooters bruh, thinkin bout my sex, hoe that’s yo problem
On shakur, on my nigga pop, overclock da watch,
Kodak Black, feelin like a gremlin, too much heat, I’m hot
No Bashur, hoe apply da pressure, pushing P for dot,
K on da scene, apologize me like J. Cole, it’s not alot 
I’m just kidding, I’m on my bullshit really, playin with my right
Like a fixture, hang a nigga in the middle just like a light 
They ain’t ready, talking bout me like im nasty, hoe let’s fight 
Get in with me, with the biggest boss, the biggest P on site

Fuck my baby mom, I’m so grotesque
If I’m so grotesque, then tell me why these bitches on my neck
Niggas on my dick, tryna see just how I wash the rinse
How I’m eating big, how I’m really winning with no wins

Fuck My Baby Mom/GROTESQUE

Cedric B. tells the story that has been told by African Americans and people struggle and poverty time and time and time and time again. The only way to salvation, honorable death, and peace of mind? Give into compassions of the heart and follow God, something you believe that is above all else and existent upon the basis of love.

Country Cartel

MODIFIED EXCLUSIVELY FOR catalogue Politician - Cedric B. sets a melodic punchine eater with a bar heavy ode to Melodic Rap on par with the Drake’s and Kevin Gates of the world.

Melodic Dystopia - Single

Playtime/Virgo

DOG CENTRAL TRACK 1

Cedric B. is Uncle Ced - a bass aesthetic tremor that co-signs the MC’s elevated derision and flow. The next era begins | Promotional Single for “DOG CENTRAL” 10.10.25

UNCLE CED

DOG CENTRAL TRACK 4

VERSE 1
It get scary when da sun out,
Pull up with blickies wit my niggas like it’s sundown (uh)
Pushing P, I put my ones down
Welcome to city bitches running from dat gun sound, wit bitches having fun now,
Money, pussy, and a casket,
You gotta watch it when a thug intelligent and trapping,
Really a G inside a nigga when da mud packin
Ain’t got no pistols, when I pray I turn a soul backwards 
The way I’m spitting, like I’m Jimmy, all I breathe is asthma,
Like 21, no warming, biting, only dogs attacking (uh)
I gotta watch out for my brothers y’all 
The devil playing while I’m praying 4 nem streets take action, pull out the knife stab em, -only smoking when it’s runts, I never load the gun
Im chasin after dat paper, hoe I’m never gone be done, I feel like Jay, I got a bitch like B, it’s pressure on my sons,
Dat country shit on indie, cowboy from da renaissance
No, I really don’t choruses, dis shit hit way to different, it just hit,
Da way I mix it, like I’m cooking me a biscuit
I’m all up in da kitchen, dat water off me dripping
I swear it must be pimpin, eat these bitches out like dishes
I ain’t make this for no pussy nigga, (nah)
I’m underrated but I’m over being pussy wit it,
I gotta tell it like I fuckin feel it,
Like I’m a slave, or my last days, like it was life in prison, I gotta serve my sentence 

CHORUS X2
Welcome to the hex maker’s anthem,
Wanna spend a brick, I need the money in a ransom,
Got-damn, damn look at that nigga, he look handsome,
I know I am, power book II, switchin flows like Danny Phantom

VERSE 2
Don’t need no clip, I got a mind that’ll turn a nigga mental
I’m daydreaming bout numbers, how my bank account six figures
Bout how I’m gone be richer, it’s yaht party’s in Memphis
Rent BnB’s like tripster, taking shots of dat brown and liquor,
I’m sicker, I feel Superman, don’t get to Kryptic,
Dat Mississippi hitting wit a stack of double digits,
A good boy gone bad like doctor doom up off his swivel,
Dat iron man done shifted, like dat 5432 ending
It’s  Givin Salem, a warlock done spawned from out them trenches,
Collected settings, I’m different, me and bitches, niggas, and killas (uh)
I’m ready to put a pussy niggga down up-out his misery, 
Contagious, giving mystic, I dispel em , ain’t no mystery
Don’t get in it, da realest nigga living in existence 
The caster, 
Welcome to a hex-maker’s business,
The biggest, the largest, like I’m BigXfon charge bitch,
Collision, I’m witchin wit a voodoo sent that’s bricking 

CHORUS X2
Welcome to the hex maker’s anthem,
Wanna spend a brick, I need the money in a ransom,
Got-damn, damn look at that nigga, he look handsome,
I know I am, power book II, switchin flows like Danny Phantom

Hexmaker’s Anthem

DOG CENTRAL TRACK 6 | Promotional Single

Verse 1:
Lil black Chinese finna fuck her on me,
I’m a big dog, aint nobody fuckin on me,
Talkin big talk, never let a nigga on me,
I’m talkin big walk, feeling like a nigga from Tennessee, I’m in a big house, money on me, I’m finna much em out,
Text downs, never let em bitch me out or wipe me down, -and im playing nigga, you know I’m a slayer, I’mma finna slay a nigga, Feel-like Buffy-BIG SHOT-I’m da real nigga, no buffin shit,
Trucking it, feeling like I’m Thomas, I’m a chug a bitch,
Feeling like I’m Jimmy, finna blast em wit da nukes and shit,
Feeling like I’m Simmy, I got chaos on my temple big,
Feeling like I’m Timmy, I’m be wishin niggas graves would dig,

Chorus:
I don’t play wit pussy, so you hoes don’t play with me
I ain’t suckin on no dick nigga, I’m fuckin on a P
I’m a rich nigga, intelligent and his diamonds on his teeth
I’m da shit wit it, I know you smell it bitch, like I’m da feen

Verse 2:
Hoe be too excellent, you gotta keep a rabbit on his feet 
We don’t touch dogs at all, cause we to player, club kings 
Black suit, tailor fitted, d-low shuffle up da stream,
Play my shit, you niggas couldn’t break my bitch 
Dust yo shit, you niggas couldn’t touch no no brick
Consolidating to win, you ain’t no apex men,
It’s knockers out on da field, wit some bodies to kill, take you a pill, nigga, pop a Nicki and chill,
Wat the helly, how a broke nigga supposed pay da fee?
How you think a bitch feel when she gotta pay to eat
How a nigga ask anotha about how way he think,
Ion mean to be disrespectful, but that group-think shit a sneak,
Fuck a nigga, ion speak they language, I’m just doing me
Get this money, ion fuck wit paper, paper chasin dreams,
Make what I believe, success and power, I make what I can see, I’m dat nigga, a rabbit hopping ceilings when he jumping on his feet

Chorus (X3):
I don’t play wit pussy, so you hoes don’t play with me
I ain’t suckin on no dick nigga, I’m fuckin on a P
I’m a rich nigga, intelligent and his diamonds on his teeth
I’m da shit wit it, I know you smell it bitch, like I’m da feen

do u know the rabbit man

DOG CENTRAL TRACK 2

Available Now on Spotify + AppleMusic

Cedric B. celebrates joy and destruction in his life as enthusiasm and pure bar-biting lyrics cut the ears of fans, friends, and foes alike in his new lead single for his upcoming 10th Studio Project “DOG CENTRAL” - slated to be released 10/10/25.

LYRICS

Verse 1:
They done lied on me, I'm poppin and dese niggas opposition,
Got em pot scrapping da kitchen, want a nigga to come up missing
I ain't tripping, let's get busy, gotta problem, know he can fix it,
Big Jesus, I swear that G.O.D pushin P different
I'm silly, I might pull out da gas mask and laugh at all you niggas
Got about 22 bitches, don't be nervous, Dex I'm stickin,
Ain't stuck on shit, or no pussy, or no nigga,
It's malt up in my liquor, mixed with perks up in my syrup-I'm flipping, headlining the board, I'm on the news like fold the center,
The centerfold, like HB, baby Malcom in the middle, 
That pussy wet, I'm sweating but she keep fuckin me different,
We exes but she love it, why she hate the way I'm living,
Can't have yo cake and lick it, that’s bullshit, I eat, period
K, dot I'm finna squabble up, morale standing on business
Im bigger, dis ain't Texas, ain't no crooked letters in it, the-biggest, dem double S's and P's curvin a bending,

Chorus:
Euh - Aah, I'm a destroyer,
Fuck a pussy nigga, I'm a real nigga's employer 
Betta call da cops, need an ace, speak to da lawyer, 
Watch it wat you muthafuckin say, hit da recorder 
Euh - Aah, destroyer mode,
Dis one for da bitches standing dey ten toes, 
Fuck em if they oops, fuck a friend, drive da boat, 
Two tone baguettes, it's divina rich nigaa soul

Verse 2:
Baby I'm a pimp, fuck niggas you a joke
Always on my dick, you too worried bout my flow, - I ain't talkin no specifics, I'm just sticking to da code, 
We get it out da trenches, money counters in da coat, heavy, it's mud-talk, dirty water sprite sipping dis gotta get the judge off
Counterfit presented, fictitious prayin a thug walk, 
Tried setting me up, but I been set up with the blood y'all,
Angels on my sentence, case dismissed it, I'm a blood dog
Do you know the rabbit man, they keep calling me a witcher,
Power-up like witches, got them hexes for yo spirit, we da people, we da jury, we da ones behind the mirror,
I know you jacked I'm ripping, couldn't kill me if you wished it

Chorus:
Euh - Aah, I'm a destroyer,
Fuck a pussy nigga, I'm a real nigga's employer
Betta call da cops, need an ace, speak to da lawyer, 
Watch it wat you muthafuckin say, hit da recorder 
Euh - Aah, destroyer mode,
Dis one for da bitches standing on dey ten toes, 
Fuck em if they oops, fuck a friend, drive da boat, 
Two tone baguettes, it's giving rich nigga soul

Destroyer

Hero X Hero

Sibling Rivalries

Belly’s Symph

Lord’s Prayer

DOGHOUSE

FUCK DAT

DOG CENTRAL (Bonus Track) Closing Remarks

Don’t Be Afraid To Admit I’m Not The Enemy

Don’t Be Afraid To Admit I’m Not The Enemy (Remastered)

Al Capone

THANOS

Ballerina Monster

The Incomprable

Casanova (Interlude)

ICEMAN

Not For Kids

What started out as "Ugly Blossom" transcended into "UGLY BLOSSOM" through months of editing and perfection. After carefully plotting a thorough investigation of "rap", "lyrical ability" and "club-hit's", Chisa delivers powerful syllogism into a jam-packed, ear-gushing experience fit for every type of listener (inspired by greats like A$AP Rocky, Drake, Logic, Kendrick Lamar) blossoming into a true beautifully ugly sound.

Ugly Blossom

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aka Country Boy Bat | aka Belly | aka UNCLE CED
Mississippi artist/rapper based out Nashville, TN.

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