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![Kool Keith - Sex Style [Full Album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140127212551im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/7J6VXuEVmio/0.jpg "Sex Style is the second studio album by Kool Keith. Released in 1997, it is a dirty rap concept album utilizing a lyrical style Keith referred to as")
![Kool Keith - Sex Style Unreleased Archives (2007) [full album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140127212551im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/liE7WUBjUjE/0.jpg "Previously Unreleased recordings from 1993-1996
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You Know The Game 3:47
Rubba Love 7:42
From Da Back 12:20
Big Eyes 16:38
Droppin' Seeds 20:48
Why You Frontin'? ft.slimm 24:17
Remember Me? 27:53
Freak It 32:17
Time For Business 36:21
You Get Yours 40:40
Spread 'Em 44:44
Time For Sex 47:34
Erotic Ride 52:10
Wet You Up 56:27
Untitled 1:01:04")
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Dr Dooom (Kool Keith) - First Come First Served (1999)
Dr Dooom (Kool Keith) - First Come First Served (1999)
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Kool Keith - Sex Style [Full Album]
Kool Keith - Sex Style [Full Album]Kool Keith - Sex Style [Full Album]
Sex Style is the second studio album by Kool Keith. Released in 1997, it is a dirty rap concept album utilizing a lyrical style Keith referred to as "pornoco...
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Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999)
Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999)Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999)
Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999) 01 Intro 02 Lost in Space 03 Rockets on the Battlefield 04 Livin' Astro 05 Supergalactic Lover 06 Master of the...
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Kool Keith - Sex Style Unreleased Archives (2007) [full album]
Kool Keith - Sex Style Unreleased Archives (2007) [full album]Kool Keith - Sex Style Unreleased Archives (2007) [full album]
Previously Unreleased recordings from 1993-1996 Prepare 0:00 You Know The Game 3:47 Rubba Love 7:42 From Da Back 12:20 Big Eyes 16:38 Droppin' Seeds 20:48 Why You Frontin'? ft.slimm 24:17 Remember Me? 27:53 Freak It 32:17 Time For Business 36:21 You Get Yours 40:40 Spread 'Em 44:44 Time For Sex 47:34 Erotic Ride 52:10 Wet You Up 56:27 Untitled 1:01:04
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Kool Keith - Livin' Astro (1999)
Kool Keith - Livin' Astro (1999)Kool Keith - Livin' Astro (1999)
Kool Keith's Music Video "Livin' Astro"
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Kool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
Kool Keith - 98 Year Old RefrigeratorKool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
Kool Keith talking his random sh*t about why it pays to have a "98 Year Old Refrigerator." To anyone who's had roommates, there's some truth to this.
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kool keith interview and freestyle SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus
kool keith interview and freestyle SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markuskool keith interview and freestyle SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus
kool keith SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus.
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Kool Keith - Goodbye Rap
Kool Keith - Goodbye RapKool Keith - Goodbye Rap
Album: Kool Keith 'Love & Danger' Music produced by: Dj Junkaz Lou. Music video directed by: The ICU. Label: © Junkadelic Music iTunes (USA) http://itunes.ap...
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TheBeeShine.com: What Inspires Kool Keith
TheBeeShine.com: What Inspires Kool KeithTheBeeShine.com: What Inspires Kool Keith
http://www.TheBeeShine.com/what-inspires-kool-keith/
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Kool Keith - Plastic World
Kool Keith - Plastic WorldKool Keith - Plastic World
Kool Keith Plastic World Music Video.
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Kool Keith Livin' Astro
Kool Keith Livin' AstroKool Keith Livin' Astro
Black Elvis/Lost in Space 1999.
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Kool Keith ft Eljay - Accurate force (Official musicvideo)
Kool Keith ft Eljay - Accurate force (Official musicvideo)Kool Keith ft Eljay - Accurate force (Official musicvideo)
Artists - Kool Keith ft Eljay Title - Accurate force Beat by - MonsterMuzik Video by - Zoo-Elements - www.zoo-elements.com.
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3:29Nardwuar vs. Kool Keith
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Nardwuar interviews Dr Octagon. Dr Dooom, Black Elvis, and Kool Keith in Vancouver, BC, Canada !
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Global Enlightenment: Part 1 (2005)
Actors
- Kool Keith (actor)
- Will Deloney (producer)
- Will Deloney (writer)
- Michael Reilly (writer)
- Will Deloney (director)
- Michael Reilly (director)
- Will Deloney (editor)
Plot
The shape-shifting and enigmatic hip hop artist Kool Keith has managed to surprise, shock, and enrage fans and detractors alike with virtually every album he has released. His many personas include Dr. Octagon, under which he released 1996's DR. OCTAGONOCOLOGIST, a futuristic masterpiece that flouted traditional hip hop mores in favor of intriguingly disruptive, warped rhymes. He is also the Black Elvis, Dr. Doom, Mr. Gerbik, and Rhythm X, and is formerly of the Bronx group the Ultramagnetic MCs, with whom he first established himself as a rapper who pushes the envelope and is not afraid to be critical of the system within which he operates. This DVD release features multiple interviews with the artist, as well as live concert footage. Keith takes his audiences on a tour of Manhattan and the Bronx. Keith also explains why he loves seltzer water.
Keywords: black-elvis, dr.-octagon, hip-hop, hip-hop-music, independent-film, independent-music, juggalo, kool-keith, rap, rap-music
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Kool Keith is Always On Tour
Keith, Kool Filmography
- Untitled Kool Keith Pilot
2014, role: actor - Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap
2012, role: actor , character name: Himself - What Ever Happened to Hip Hop?
2009, role: actor , character name: Himself - The Warped Tour Documentary
2009, role: actor , character name: Himself - Performer - Coachella
2006, role: actor , character name: Himself - Hip Hop Street Credentials
2006, role: actor , character name: Himself - The Prodigy: Their Law - The Singles 1990-2005
2005, role: composer - Global Enlightenment: Part 1
2005, role: actor , character name: Kool Keith - Ego Trip's Race-O-Rama
2005, role: actor , character name: Himself - Champions
1998, role: actor , character name: Rapper
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![Kid Middi - ''Talk nazty'' Feat Kool Keith [OFFICIAL VIDEO]](http://web.archive.org./web/20140127212551im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/kKg7mD7k-98/0.jpg "Kid Middi - ''Talk nazty'' Feat Kool Keith [OFFICIAL VIDEO]")
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Dr Dooom (Kool Keith) - First Come First Served (1999)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 68:09
- Updated: 15 Aug 2013
Dr Dooom (Kool Keith) - First Come First Served (1999) 01 Who Killed Dr. Octagon 02 No Chorus 03 Apartment 223 04 Mr. Ratt 05 Neighbors Next Door 06 I Run Ra...
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Dr Dooom (Kool Keith) - First Come First Served (1999) 01 Who Killed Dr. Octagon 02 No Chorus 03 Apartment 223 04 Mr. Ratt 05 Neighbors Next Door 06 I Run Ra...
- published: 11 May 2012
- views: 39409
- author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Sex Style [Full Album]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 63:47
- Updated: 16 Aug 2013
Sex Style is the second studio album by Kool Keith. Released in 1997, it is a dirty rap concept album utilizing a lyrical style Keith referred to as "pornoco...
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Sex Style is the second studio album by Kool Keith. Released in 1997, it is a dirty rap concept album utilizing a lyrical style Keith referred to as "pornoco...
- published: 07 Dec 2012
- views: 14854
- author: IndaBuildin1000
Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 65:44
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999) 01 Intro 02 Lost in Space 03 Rockets on the Battlefield 04 Livin' Astro 05 Supergalactic Lover 06 Master of the...
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Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lost In Space (1999) 01 Intro 02 Lost in Space 03 Rockets on the Battlefield 04 Livin' Astro 05 Supergalactic Lover 06 Master of the...
- published: 11 May 2012
- views: 39227
- author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Sex Style Unreleased Archives (2007) [full album]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 65:10
- Updated: 24 Sep 2013
Previously Unreleased recordings from 1993-1996
Prepare 0:00
You Know The Game 3:47
Rubba Love 7:42
From Da Back 12:20
Big Eyes 16:38
Droppin' Seeds 20:48
Why You Frontin'? ft.slimm 24:17
Remember Me? 27:53
Freak It 32:17
Time For Business 36:21
You Get Yours 40:40
Spread 'Em 44:44
Time For Sex 47:34
Erotic Ride 52:10
Wet You Up 56:27
Untitled 1:01:04
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Previously Unreleased recordings from 1993-1996
Prepare 0:00
You Know The Game 3:47
Rubba Love 7:42
From Da Back 12:20
Big Eyes 16:38
Droppin' Seeds 20:48
Why You Frontin'? ft.slimm 24:17
Remember Me? 27:53
Freak It 32:17
Time For Business 36:21
You Get Yours 40:40
Spread 'Em 44:44
Time For Sex 47:34
Erotic Ride 52:10
Wet You Up 56:27
Untitled 1:01:04
- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 18
Kool Keith - Livin' Astro (1999)
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- Duration: 4:32
- Updated: 13 Aug 2013
Kool Keith's Music Video "Livin' Astro"
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Kool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:33
- Updated: 14 Aug 2013
Kool Keith talking his random sh*t about why it pays to have a "98 Year Old Refrigerator." To anyone who's had roommates, there's some truth to this.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_98_Year_Old_Refrigerator
Kool Keith talking his random sh*t about why it pays to have a "98 Year Old Refrigerator." To anyone who's had roommates, there's some truth to this.
- published: 09 Apr 2009
- views: 131576
- author: djreal
kool keith interview and freestyle SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus
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- Duration: 15:13
- Updated: 09 Aug 2013
kool keith SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus.
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kool keith SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus.
- published: 26 Aug 2012
- views: 6916
- author: matt markus
Kool Keith - Goodbye Rap
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:35
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
Album: Kool Keith 'Love & Danger' Music produced by: Dj Junkaz Lou. Music video directed by: The ICU. Label: © Junkadelic Music iTunes (USA) http://itunes.ap...
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Album: Kool Keith 'Love & Danger' Music produced by: Dj Junkaz Lou. Music video directed by: The ICU. Label: © Junkadelic Music iTunes (USA) http://itunes.ap...
- published: 05 Jun 2012
- views: 97354
- author: Junkadelic Music
TheBeeShine.com: What Inspires Kool Keith
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 8:13
- Updated: 08 Nov 2013
http://www.TheBeeShine.com/what-inspires-kool-keith/
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http://www.TheBeeShine.com/what-inspires-kool-keith/
- published: 08 Nov 2013
- views: 133
Kool Keith - Plastic World
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- Duration: 4:05
- Updated: 14 Aug 2013
Kool Keith Plastic World Music Video.
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Kool Keith Livin' Astro
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 21 Jul 2013
Black Elvis/Lost in Space 1999.
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Kool Keith ft Eljay - Accurate force (Official musicvideo)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:37
- Updated: 13 Aug 2013
Artists - Kool Keith ft Eljay Title - Accurate force Beat by - MonsterMuzik Video by - Zoo-Elements - www.zoo-elements.com.
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Artists - Kool Keith ft Eljay Title - Accurate force Beat by - MonsterMuzik Video by - Zoo-Elements - www.zoo-elements.com.
- published: 13 Jul 2013
- views: 1485
- author: Patrick ZooElements
Nardwuar vs. Kool Keith
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:29
- Updated: 15 Aug 2013
Nardwuar interviews Dr Octagon. Dr Dooom, Black Elvis, and Kool Keith in Vancouver, BC, Canada !
http://wn.com/Nardwuar_vs_Kool_Keith
Nardwuar interviews Dr Octagon. Dr Dooom, Black Elvis, and Kool Keith in Vancouver, BC, Canada !
- published: 24 Apr 2008
- views: 89474
- author: NardwuarServiette
Kool Keith Interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:52
- Updated: 06 Dec 2013
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Interview
- published: 06 Dec 2013
- views: 63
Spaz - Dr. OctoTron (Del & Kool Keith) Prod. by KutMasta Kurt
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:34
- Updated: 12 Aug 2013
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- published: 04 Apr 2013
- views: 16181
- author: threshrecs.com
Kool Keith - Bushman (Music Video)
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- Duration: 1:57
- Updated: 11 Aug 2013
Kool Keith "Bushman" Music Video from the Yeti Beats album "This Is Not A Hotel" download the song at..... http://music.yetibeats.com/album/this-is-not-a-hot...
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Kool Keith "Bushman" Music Video from the Yeti Beats album "This Is Not A Hotel" download the song at..... http://music.yetibeats.com/album/this-is-not-a-hot...
- published: 07 Jun 2011
- views: 124631
- author: yetibeats
Kool Keith - Dick Towel
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:58
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
Music Video by Kool Keith for It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia's "Dick Towel. " Featuring Nick Thune and Justin Dray.
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Music Video by Kool Keith for It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia's "Dick Towel. " Featuring Nick Thune and Justin Dray.
- published: 15 Mar 2010
- views: 214775
- author: dicktowel
KOOL KEITH HIPHOP ICONS/ INDASTREETS TV
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- Duration: 9:56
- Updated: 12 Sep 2013
HIP HOP ICONS ,TITO AND THE FEARLESS FOUR ,SPOONIE G,RED ALERT, DJ MELLSTARR AND SO MANY MORE RIP THE STAGE WITH NOTHING BUT CLASSICS ,KOOL KEITH EXPLAINS HIS THOUGHTS ON THIS NE GENERATION , KEEPS IT REAL ON OLDSCHOOL .stay tuned for more.
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_HIPHOP_ICONS_INDASTREETS_TV
HIP HOP ICONS ,TITO AND THE FEARLESS FOUR ,SPOONIE G,RED ALERT, DJ MELLSTARR AND SO MANY MORE RIP THE STAGE WITH NOTHING BUT CLASSICS ,KOOL KEITH EXPLAINS HIS THOUGHTS ON THIS NE GENERATION , KEEPS IT REAL ON OLDSCHOOL .stay tuned for more.
- published: 12 Sep 2013
- views: 86
Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:23
- Updated: 14 Aug 2013
Like This? You Should Subscribe Here Now: http://bit.ly/VErZkw Kool A.D. from Das Racist talks to legendary MC Kool Keith about horrorcore, pornocore, and li...
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Like This? You Should Subscribe Here Now: http://bit.ly/VErZkw Kool A.D. from Das Racist talks to legendary MC Kool Keith about horrorcore, pornocore, and li...
- published: 30 Apr 2012
- views: 22888
- author: Noisey
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:21
- Updated: 08 Dec 2013
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A few weeks ago the legend Kool Keith played a show at Gretchen in Berlin and we had the pleasure of meeting him for a brief interview after.
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A few weeks ago the legend Kool Keith played a show at Gretchen in Berlin and we had the pleasure of meeting him for a brief interview after.
- published: 08 Dec 2013
- views: 247
MF DOOM Feat Quasimoto And Kool Keith - Air Factor Drugs - Mak'One Remix
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:19
- Updated: 07 Jul 2013
DL: http://www.mediafire.com/?9gsdfg1ywwudz49.
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Kid Middi - ''Talk nazty'' Feat Kool Keith [OFFICIAL VIDEO]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:15
- Updated: 03 Dec 2013
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Produced by #1 Producer
Directed by @Ultraman7000 and @heatrockz
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Produced by #1 Producer
Directed by @Ultraman7000 and @heatrockz
- published: 03 Dec 2013
- views: 654
Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 57:11
- Updated: 07 Jun 2013
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![KOOL KEITH Live Melbourne 2010 [Festival Hall] Dr. Octagon](http://web.archive.org./web/20140127212551im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/dkqNUxPyywU/0.jpg "KOOL KEITH Live Melbourne 2010 [Festival Hall] Dr. Octagon")
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
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- Duration: 24:59
- Updated: 16 Jul 2013
Kool Keith live @ Paradiso in Amsterdam!
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Kool Keith reviews 'Magic Mike'
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- Duration: 1:57
- Updated: 13 Apr 2013
Kool Keith joined us for his take on the new Channing Tatum starrer "Magic Mike." For more funny videos, check out http://bit.ly/RVKRtG.
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Kool Keith joined us for his take on the new Channing Tatum starrer "Magic Mike." For more funny videos, check out http://bit.ly/RVKRtG.
- published: 25 Jan 2013
- views: 595
- author: nextmovieofficial
Kool Keith freestyle live
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- Duration: 5:46
- Updated: 07 Aug 2013
Kool Keith freestyle live at Zen bar Auckland.
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Kool Keith freestyle live at Zen bar Auckland.
- published: 11 Jun 2009
- views: 7084
- author: moseonpictures
Kool Keith aka Dr.Octagon Live
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- Duration: 10:50
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
Kool Keith aka Dr. Octagon performing live at the Granada Theater in Dallas Texas 2006. Keith is a hiphop originator and has some serious albums to prove it....
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Kool Keith aka Dr. Octagon performing live at the Granada Theater in Dallas Texas 2006. Keith is a hiphop originator and has some serious albums to prove it....
- published: 10 Dec 2007
- views: 10139
- author: abbnerd
Kool Keith - Sex Style (Live in Frisco)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:35
- Updated: 12 Jun 2013
LIVE Baby.
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KOOL KEITH - KUT MASTA KURT LIVE @ BIOS 24/5 ΑΝΤΑΠΟΚΡΙΣΗ
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 9:10
- Updated: 23 Feb 2013
VIDEO BY SEEM PRODUCTIONS CONTACT:https://www.facebook.com/Seem0ne QNQ (quality NOT Quantity): https://www.facebook.com/QNQDOPE.
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VIDEO BY SEEM PRODUCTIONS CONTACT:https://www.facebook.com/Seem0ne QNQ (quality NOT Quantity): https://www.facebook.com/QNQDOPE.
- published: 27 May 2012
- views: 499
- author: senolakos
Kool Keith - Dr. Octagon Showcase (Live) (HD)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:53
- Updated: 17 Jan 2013
Live At Harper's Ferry - Allston, MA - 10/8/08: In the early 90s Kool Keith parted ways with Ultramagnetic MCs to pursue what has become one of the most exte...
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Live At Harper's Ferry - Allston, MA - 10/8/08: In the early 90s Kool Keith parted ways with Ultramagnetic MCs to pursue what has become one of the most exte...
- published: 08 May 2009
- views: 4798
- author: ughhdotcom
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom - "You Live at Home With Your Mom" W/ Lyrics
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 29 Jul 2013
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Kool Keith - Blue Flowers Remix Live In San Francisco (Concert)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:48
- Updated: 30 Jul 2013
Kool Keith - Live In San Francisco (Concert)
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KOOL KEITH LIVE
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- Duration: 6:56
- Updated: 04 Jun 2013
KOOL KEITH chillin' in the Kootenays.
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Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) -- Ego Trippin' live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:37
- Updated: 10 Jul 2013
"Ego Trippin'" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees at Dave Paul's Bomb Party at the DNA Lounge in San Francisco on 7/5/1993. Other artists who performed that n...
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"Ego Trippin'" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees at Dave Paul's Bomb Party at the DNA Lounge in San Francisco on 7/5/1993. Other artists who performed that n...
- published: 22 Feb 2009
- views: 18750
- author: apkallu
Kool Keith - Lived in the projects
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- Duration: 3:01
- Updated: 21 Jul 2013
Matthew.
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Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 33:38
- Updated: 26 Oct 2013
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_KutMasta_Kurt_live_@_Amsterdam,_Winston_Kingdom_2013_HD
- published: 26 Oct 2013
- views: 19
Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 07 Jul 2013
Kool Keith Tim Dog Marc Live Project X.
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Kool Keith - live @ Festival Nuits Sonores, Lyon (France) 18-5-2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 2:38
- Updated: 11 May 2013
Extract from Kool Keith' gig @ Nuits Sonores - Indie & Electronic French Festival, Lyon (France), May 18th 2012.
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Extract from Kool Keith' gig @ Nuits Sonores - Indie & Electronic French Festival, Lyon (France), May 18th 2012.
- published: 22 May 2012
- views: 356
- author: Canale di zanlomex
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) - "One Two, One Two" (live) Bomb Hip Hop Party, SF 1993
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:03
- Updated: 10 Jun 2013
Ultramagnetic MC's performing "One Two, One Two" at Dave Paul's Bomb Hip Hop Party. DNA Lounge, San Francisco, 7/5/1993.
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Ultramagnetic MC's performing "One Two, One Two" at Dave Paul's Bomb Hip Hop Party. DNA Lounge, San Francisco, 7/5/1993.
- published: 16 May 2010
- views: 1971
- author: apkallu
Kool Keith - Organized Playas (ft. Black Silver & Marc Live)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:14
- Updated: 02 Jun 2013
Unreleased Kool Keith song, from his Rarities compilation. Featuring Black Silver & Marc Live http://www.soundcraftsmen.org/webradio/songinfo.php?langue=Anglais.
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Unreleased Kool Keith song, from his Rarities compilation. Featuring Black Silver & Marc Live http://www.soundcraftsmen.org/webradio/songinfo.php?langue=Anglais.
- published: 07 Jun 2011
- views: 3103
- author: SurgeCess
You wanted freestyle thats right the style is free - kool keith live freestyle
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 1:24
- Updated: 14 Mar 2013
Kool keith rapping freestyle.
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retrogott, kool keith, kutmasta kurt in berlin freestyle together (huss & hodn)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:58
- Updated: 18 Oct 2013
respekt an den retrogott
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respekt an den retrogott
- published: 18 Oct 2013
- views: 57
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 29 Mar 2013
Produced by: The Diesel Truckers http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/diesel-truckers/id73550192 http://www.discogs.com/Kool-Keith-Diesel-Truckers/release/363718...
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Produced by: The Diesel Truckers http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/diesel-truckers/id73550192 http://www.discogs.com/Kool-Keith-Diesel-Truckers/release/363718...
- published: 27 Jul 2012
- views: 439
- author: Atticus King
KOOL KEITH Live Melbourne 2010 [Festival Hall] Dr. Octagon
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:13
- Updated: 20 Jul 2012
Kool Keith performing live in Melbourne, Australia @ Festival Hall 12th August 2010 Support act for A Tribe Called Quest Tour 2010 Kool Keith Maseo [De La So...
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Kool Keith performing live in Melbourne, Australia @ Festival Hall 12th August 2010 Support act for A Tribe Called Quest Tour 2010 Kool Keith Maseo [De La So...
- published: 15 Aug 2010
- views: 1547
- author: arkivbeats
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Kool Keith Mix
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 42:26
- Updated: 16 Aug 2013
Strictly for the hip-hop heads, a mix dedicated to the brilliant Kool Keith. (Apologies for the mistakes here and there, still a newbie at this!) Thanks for ...
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Strictly for the hip-hop heads, a mix dedicated to the brilliant Kool Keith. (Apologies for the mistakes here and there, still a newbie at this!) Thanks for ...
- published: 04 Aug 2013
- views: 18
- author: TheVibesandStuff
Masters of Illusion ( Kool Keith & Motion Man ) presented by KutMasta Kurt [Full Album] (2000)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 60:56
- Updated: 09 Dec 2013
Figment: (Intro) 0:00
Masters Of Illusion 0:42
We All Over 3:50
Magnum Be I 7:32
U Want Freestyle? 10:53
Scared Straight 13:20
Time 2 Get Right 17:00
Step Up 20:39
The Funky Redneck: (Skit) 23:49
East West Hustlers 25:46
The Bay-Bronx Bridge 30:08
Call The National Guard 33:48
Back Up Kid 36:54
Partnas Confused 40:28
Souped Up 44:12
Urban Legends 47:35
Clifton's Conversation: (Skit) 51:15
Let Me Talk To You 51:36
Silk Suit, Black Linen 56:36
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Figment: (Intro) 0:00
Masters Of Illusion 0:42
We All Over 3:50
Magnum Be I 7:32
U Want Freestyle? 10:53
Scared Straight 13:20
Time 2 Get Right 17:00
Step Up 20:39
The Funky Redneck: (Skit) 23:49
East West Hustlers 25:46
The Bay-Bronx Bridge 30:08
Call The National Guard 33:48
Back Up Kid 36:54
Partnas Confused 40:28
Souped Up 44:12
Urban Legends 47:35
Clifton's Conversation: (Skit) 51:15
Let Me Talk To You 51:36
Silk Suit, Black Linen 56:36
- published: 09 Dec 2013
- views: 18
KEITH FLOYD : Kool Keith / Pink Floyd Mixtape (2013)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 27:02
- Updated: 10 Dec 2013
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Kill Money Presents The KEITH FLOYD tape.
This mix tape is made entirely of Kool Keith and Pink Floyd.
RIP Keith Floyd 1943-2009
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Kill Money Presents The KEITH FLOYD tape.
This mix tape is made entirely of Kool Keith and Pink Floyd.
RIP Keith Floyd 1943-2009
- published: 10 Dec 2013
- views: 193
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 68:14
- Updated: 03 Nov 2013
LIVE: Kool Keith & Kutmaster Kurt
Supported by Mr. Lif
BEGINN: 22:00
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LIVE: Kool Keith & Kutmaster Kurt
Supported by Mr. Lif
BEGINN: 22:00
- published: 03 Nov 2013
- views: 24
Doctor Octagon(Kool Keith) - Dr. Octagonocologyst (Full Album)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 65:57
- Updated: 23 Dec 2013
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- published: 23 Dec 2013
- views: 122
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 57:01
- Updated: 10 Jul 2013
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997) 01 - Sex Style Intro 02 - Sex Style 03 - Don't Crush It 04 - Make Up Your Mind 05 - Sly We Fly (Featuring Noggin Nodders) 06 - ...
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Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997) 01 - Sex Style Intro 02 - Sex Style 03 - Don't Crush It 04 - Make Up Your Mind 05 - Sly We Fly (Featuring Noggin Nodders) 06 - ...
- published: 12 May 2012
- views: 6563
- author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 57:01
- Updated: 16 Aug 2013
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001) 01.concert (intro) 02.i wanna play 03.i'm a tell-u 04.mack tricks 05.drugs 06.yes yes y'all 07.haters 08.n.b.a. 09.jewelry sh...
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Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001) 01.concert (intro) 02.i wanna play 03.i'm a tell-u 04.mack tricks 05.drugs 06.yes yes y'all 07.haters 08.n.b.a. 09.jewelry sh...
- published: 13 May 2012
- views: 8624
- author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom 2 (2008) [Full album]
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 52:13
- Updated: 24 Sep 2013
Simon 0:00
The Countdown 2:47
R.I.P. Dr. Octagon 6:16
I'm Creepin' 9:40
I Followed You 13:18
Run For Your Life feat. Fathed 16:32
Step-N-Fetchers 20:24
The God of Rap 23:23
How Sexy feat. Denis Deft 27:26
That Girl is a Monster 30:57
Do Not Disturb 34:09
Take That Ride 37:48
Mopped Up 40:50
Always Talkin' Out Your Ass 44:02
Surgery feat. Motion Man 47:56
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Simon 0:00
The Countdown 2:47
R.I.P. Dr. Octagon 6:16
I'm Creepin' 9:40
I Followed You 13:18
Run For Your Life feat. Fathed 16:32
Step-N-Fetchers 20:24
The God of Rap 23:23
How Sexy feat. Denis Deft 27:26
That Girl is a Monster 30:57
Do Not Disturb 34:09
Take That Ride 37:48
Mopped Up 40:50
Always Talkin' Out Your Ass 44:02
Surgery feat. Motion Man 47:56
- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 1
Episode 6 - Global Music Tv series - Stocktown
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- Duration: 28:45
- Updated: 11 May 2013
Meet the hip hop legend Kool Keith, from the oldskool rap group Ultra Magnetic Mc:s. Hear him out on old times and new sounds of hip hop. Watch out for Immor...
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Meet the hip hop legend Kool Keith, from the oldskool rap group Ultra Magnetic Mc:s. Hear him out on old times and new sounds of hip hop. Watch out for Immor...
- published: 17 Apr 2013
- views: 82
- author: stocktown
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003)
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 53:57
- Updated: 03 Jul 2013
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003) 01 Tess Shit 02 Baby Baby 03 You Can't Go Outside 04 Robert Perry 05 Freaks 06 Girls You Want 07 New York City 08 Shit...
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Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003) 01 Tess Shit 02 Baby Baby 03 You Can't Go Outside 04 Robert Perry 05 Freaks 06 Girls You Want 07 New York City 08 Shit...
- published: 11 May 2012
- views: 2397
- author: FUMER76
Kool Keith Mixtape
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 52:56
- Updated: 18 Jul 2013
Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre 04-Girls W...
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Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre 04-Girls W...
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 1044
- author: micsteip
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 24:45
- Updated: 19 May 2013
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996.
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Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996.
- published: 19 May 2013
- views: 94
- author: Blackspinn DJ DOC
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 29:01
- Updated: 11 May 2013
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012.
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KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012.
- published: 26 May 2012
- views: 258
- author: iisitoni
KOOL KEITH INTERVIEW ON OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 32:07
- Updated: 06 Aug 2013
WWW.OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM.
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Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black Elvis
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 26:20
- Updated: 11 Jul 2013
This is a classic interview w/ the one and only Kool Keith.. We talked about the concept behind Black Elvis.. Dr Octagon and everything else associated with ...
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This is a classic interview w/ the one and only Kool Keith.. We talked about the concept behind Black Elvis.. Dr Octagon and everything else associated with ...
- published: 15 Jan 2012
- views: 1917
- author: mrdaveyd
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 1 OF 2
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 36:35
- Updated: 05 Mar 2011
Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. Camera by Joshua Coleman.
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Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. Camera by Joshua Coleman.
- published: 28 Feb 2011
- views: 273
- author: Joshua Coleman
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kool keith - BoomBox...Interview
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 6:06
- Updated: 28 Jul 2013
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MC's, Kool Keith has also record...
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Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MC's, Kool Keith has also record...
- published: 03 Jun 2010
- views: 17378
- author: Drcurious2007
In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1
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- Duration: 4:32
- Updated: 22 May 2013
If youve ever thought KISS is my favorite rock band and/or Man I wish I was someone else today, then you have something in common with hip hop legend Kool Ke...
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If youve ever thought KISS is my favorite rock band and/or Man I wish I was someone else today, then you have something in common with hip hop legend Kool Ke...
- published: 07 Jan 2010
- views: 46296
- author: geekentertainmenttv
Nuits Sonores - Vendredi - 05 - Kool Keith en ITW
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:44
- Updated: 06 May 2013
Véritable évènement dans le monde des musiques électro, le festival lyonnais fête cette année sa 10e édition. Diffusion de concerts, interviewes d'artistes, ...
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Véritable évènement dans le monde des musiques électro, le festival lyonnais fête cette année sa 10e édition. Diffusion de concerts, interviewes d'artistes, ...
- published: 22 May 2012
- views: 372
- author: lemouv
98 year old fridgerator
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:12
- Updated: 02 Aug 2013
98 year old fridgerator.
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Kool Keith - Stocktown A Global UnderGround Journey
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 12:56
- Updated: 24 Jul 2013
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper from The Bronx, New York. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MCs, Ko...
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Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper from The Bronx, New York. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MCs, Ko...
- published: 14 Dec 2011
- views: 5630
- author: vicissitude1000
Kool Keith Interview & Tim Dog Tribute Show
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 4:08
- Updated: 10 Aug 2013
Paul Meara interviews Kool Keith at Columbus, Ohio's Ace of Cups on the day of Tim Dog's passing. They discuss the bond between Keith and Tim Dog as members ...
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Paul Meara interviews Kool Keith at Columbus, Ohio's Ace of Cups on the day of Tim Dog's passing. They discuss the bond between Keith and Tim Dog as members ...
- published: 12 Mar 2013
- views: 2557
- author: HipHopDX
Kool Keith x Da Vibe - Interview "Love & Danger"
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 5:45
- Updated: 03 Jun 2013
Petit entretien avec Kool Keith à NY avant son concert à Paris le 29 mai 2012 au Glazart !!!
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Petit entretien avec Kool Keith à NY avant son concert à Paris le 29 mai 2012 au Glazart !!!
- published: 24 May 2012
- views: 3272
- author: Da Vibe Mag
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith Braggin!!)- Rare Interview on B.E.T.'s "Video LP"
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 1:29
- Updated: 28 Jul 2013
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith, Ced Gee, Moe Love and T.R. Love)- Rare Interview with Sherry Carter on B.E.T.'s Video LP. circa1993 The Ultramagnetic MCs is ...
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Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith, Ced Gee, Moe Love and T.R. Love)- Rare Interview with Sherry Carter on B.E.T.'s Video LP. circa1993 The Ultramagnetic MCs is ...
- published: 29 Mar 2013
- views: 1415
- author: MMMVintageVideos
{LIVE INTERVIEW}Go shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith
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- Duration: 6:04
- Updated: 23 May 2013
Kool Keith Shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith.
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Kool Keith Shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith.
- published: 14 Nov 2009
- views: 4169
- author: hitechabi77it7
The Legendary Kool Keith Explains Room 223, His New Lyrical Training Program and More!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 7:55
- Updated: 24 Jul 2013
TheSOSEG.com chills out with legendary MC, Kool Keith, following his performance at this year's Gathering of the Juggalos 2012. Keith discusses what he's bee...
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TheSOSEG.com chills out with legendary MC, Kool Keith, following his performance at this year's Gathering of the Juggalos 2012. Keith discusses what he's bee...
- published: 14 Sep 2012
- views: 4007
- author: TheSOSEG
KOOL KEITH in an adult book store!
- Order: Reorder
- Duration: 3:44
- Updated: 25 Jun 2013
Kool Keith shows how he shops in a Gold Coast Adult store.
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Kool Keith shows how he shops in a Gold Coast Adult store.
- published: 15 Feb 2008
- views: 30749
- author: Trent Slingshot
24:59
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
Kool Keith live @ Paradiso in Amsterdam!...
published: 01 Jul 2012
author: Johan Mast
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
Kool Keith live @ Paradiso in Amsterdam!- published: 01 Jul 2012
- views: 455
- author: Johan Mast
1:57
Kool Keith reviews 'Magic Mike'
Kool Keith joined us for his take on the new Channing Tatum starrer "Magic Mike." For more...
published: 25 Jan 2013
author: nextmovieofficial
Kool Keith reviews 'Magic Mike'
Kool Keith reviews 'Magic Mike'
Kool Keith joined us for his take on the new Channing Tatum starrer "Magic Mike." For more funny videos, check out http://bit.ly/RVKRtG.- published: 25 Jan 2013
- views: 595
- author: nextmovieofficial
5:46
Kool Keith freestyle live
Kool Keith freestyle live at Zen bar Auckland....
published: 11 Jun 2009
author: moseonpictures
Kool Keith freestyle live
Kool Keith freestyle live
Kool Keith freestyle live at Zen bar Auckland.- published: 11 Jun 2009
- views: 7084
- author: moseonpictures
10:50
Kool Keith aka Dr.Octagon Live
Kool Keith aka Dr. Octagon performing live at the Granada Theater in Dallas Texas 2006. Ke...
published: 10 Dec 2007
author: abbnerd
Kool Keith aka Dr.Octagon Live
Kool Keith aka Dr.Octagon Live
Kool Keith aka Dr. Octagon performing live at the Granada Theater in Dallas Texas 2006. Keith is a hiphop originator and has some serious albums to prove it....- published: 10 Dec 2007
- views: 10139
- author: abbnerd
9:10
KOOL KEITH - KUT MASTA KURT LIVE @ BIOS 24/5 ΑΝΤΑΠΟΚΡΙΣΗ
VIDEO BY SEEM PRODUCTIONS CONTACT:https://www.facebook.com/Seem0ne QNQ (quality NOT Quanti...
published: 27 May 2012
author: senolakos
KOOL KEITH - KUT MASTA KURT LIVE @ BIOS 24/5 ΑΝΤΑΠΟΚΡΙΣΗ
KOOL KEITH - KUT MASTA KURT LIVE @ BIOS 24/5 ΑΝΤΑΠΟΚΡΙΣΗ
VIDEO BY SEEM PRODUCTIONS CONTACT:https://www.facebook.com/Seem0ne QNQ (quality NOT Quantity): https://www.facebook.com/QNQDOPE.- published: 27 May 2012
- views: 499
- author: senolakos
4:53
Kool Keith - Dr. Octagon Showcase (Live) (HD)
Live At Harper's Ferry - Allston, MA - 10/8/08: In the early 90s Kool Keith parted ways wi...
published: 08 May 2009
author: ughhdotcom
Kool Keith - Dr. Octagon Showcase (Live) (HD)
Kool Keith - Dr. Octagon Showcase (Live) (HD)
Live At Harper's Ferry - Allston, MA - 10/8/08: In the early 90s Kool Keith parted ways with Ultramagnetic MCs to pursue what has become one of the most exte...- published: 08 May 2009
- views: 4798
- author: ughhdotcom
3:59
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom - "You Live at Home With Your Mom" W/ Lyrics
...
published: 21 Aug 2010
author: FiLiPinOY73
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom - "You Live at Home With Your Mom" W/ Lyrics
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom - "You Live at Home With Your Mom" W/ Lyrics
- published: 21 Aug 2010
- views: 14836
- author: FiLiPinOY73
4:48
Kool Keith - Blue Flowers Remix Live In San Francisco (Concert)
Kool Keith - Live In San Francisco (Concert)...
published: 16 Sep 2011
author: sofiazuu
Kool Keith - Blue Flowers Remix Live In San Francisco (Concert)
Kool Keith - Blue Flowers Remix Live In San Francisco (Concert)
Kool Keith - Live In San Francisco (Concert)- published: 16 Sep 2011
- views: 574
- author: sofiazuu
6:56
KOOL KEITH LIVE
KOOL KEITH chillin' in the Kootenays....
published: 25 Sep 2012
author: Can Control
KOOL KEITH LIVE
KOOL KEITH LIVE
KOOL KEITH chillin' in the Kootenays.- published: 25 Sep 2012
- views: 93
- author: Can Control
3:37
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) -- Ego Trippin' live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
"Ego Trippin'" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees at Dave Paul's Bomb Party at the DNA Loun...
published: 22 Feb 2009
author: apkallu
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) -- Ego Trippin' live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) -- Ego Trippin' live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
"Ego Trippin'" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees at Dave Paul's Bomb Party at the DNA Lounge in San Francisco on 7/5/1993. Other artists who performed that n...- published: 22 Feb 2009
- views: 18750
- author: apkallu
3:01
Kool Keith - Lived in the projects
Matthew....
published: 20 Sep 2009
author: cryptopsy666alas
Kool Keith - Lived in the projects
Kool Keith - Lived in the projects
Matthew.- published: 20 Sep 2009
- views: 17901
- author: cryptopsy666alas
4:33
Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
Kool Keith Tim Dog Marc Live Project X....
published: 10 Aug 2008
author: dame0001
Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
Kool Keith Tim Dog Marc Live Project X.- published: 10 Aug 2008
- views: 18552
- author: dame0001
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Kool Keith "Plastic World"
Kool Keith
"Plastic World"
Sex Style
Funky Ass Records
Directed by Jason Goldwatch...
published: 05 Jan 2010
author: Decon
Kool Keith "Plastic World"
Kool Keith
"Plastic World"
Sex Style
Funky Ass Records
Directed by Jason Goldwatch
4:32
"Spacious Thoughts" NASA feat. Kool Keith & Tom Waits
Junkyard playground for the split personality inclined. From the phenomenal album Spirit o...
published: 19 Nov 2009
author: Fluorescent Hill
"Spacious Thoughts" NASA feat. Kool Keith & Tom Waits
Junkyard playground for the split personality inclined. From the phenomenal album Spirit of Apollo.
4:01
Kool Keith "New York"
Artist: Kool Keith
Song: "New York"
Produced by: DJ Junkaz Lou
Director: The ICU
http://...
published: 06 Jul 2010
author: The ICU
Kool Keith "New York"
Artist: Kool Keith
Song: "New York"
Produced by: DJ Junkaz Lou
Director: The ICU
http://koolkeith.believeband.com/
7:51
Kool Keith - Hotel Session
Catching up with kool Keith in a Bronx Hotel room, he is joined by film and video star D-c...
published: 12 Dec 2010
author: paul notzold
Kool Keith - Hotel Session
Catching up with kool Keith in a Bronx Hotel room, he is joined by film and video star D-collector, and pontificates on the state of dating and how he sees women becoming more conservative these days. To say the least.
This video was moved from Youtube, after they shut it down at 15000 hits for being inappropriate.
Youtube results:
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Kool Keith - live @ Festival Nuits Sonores, Lyon (France) 18-5-2012
Extract from Kool Keith' gig @ Nuits Sonores - Indie & Electronic French Festival, Lyon (F...
published: 22 May 2012
author: Canale di zanlomex
Kool Keith - live @ Festival Nuits Sonores, Lyon (France) 18-5-2012
Kool Keith - live @ Festival Nuits Sonores, Lyon (France) 18-5-2012
Extract from Kool Keith' gig @ Nuits Sonores - Indie & Electronic French Festival, Lyon (France), May 18th 2012.- published: 22 May 2012
- views: 356
- author: Canale di zanlomex
3:03
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) - "One Two, One Two" (live) Bomb Hip Hop Party, SF 1993
Ultramagnetic MC's performing "One Two, One Two" at Dave Paul's Bomb Hip Hop Party. DNA Lo...
published: 16 May 2010
author: apkallu
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) - "One Two, One Two" (live) Bomb Hip Hop Party, SF 1993
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith) - "One Two, One Two" (live) Bomb Hip Hop Party, SF 1993
Ultramagnetic MC's performing "One Two, One Two" at Dave Paul's Bomb Hip Hop Party. DNA Lounge, San Francisco, 7/5/1993.- published: 16 May 2010
- views: 1971
- author: apkallu
4:14
Kool Keith - Organized Playas (ft. Black Silver & Marc Live)
Unreleased Kool Keith song, from his Rarities compilation. Featuring Black Silver & Marc L...
published: 07 Jun 2011
author: SurgeCess
Kool Keith - Organized Playas (ft. Black Silver & Marc Live)
Kool Keith - Organized Playas (ft. Black Silver & Marc Live)
Unreleased Kool Keith song, from his Rarities compilation. Featuring Black Silver & Marc Live http://www.soundcraftsmen.org/webradio/songinfo.php?langue=Anglais.- published: 07 Jun 2011
- views: 3103
- author: SurgeCess
1:24
You wanted freestyle thats right the style is free - kool keith live freestyle
Kool keith rapping freestyle....
published: 26 Feb 2009
author: EJ25WRX
You wanted freestyle thats right the style is free - kool keith live freestyle
You wanted freestyle thats right the style is free - kool keith live freestyle
Kool keith rapping freestyle.- published: 26 Feb 2009
- views: 2970
- author: EJ25WRX
42:26
Kool Keith Mix
Strictly for the hip-hop heads, a mix dedicated to the brilliant Kool Keith. (Apologies fo...
published: 04 Aug 2013
author: TheVibesandStuff
Kool Keith Mix
Kool Keith Mix
Strictly for the hip-hop heads, a mix dedicated to the brilliant Kool Keith. (Apologies for the mistakes here and there, still a newbie at this!) Thanks for ...- published: 04 Aug 2013
- views: 18
- author: TheVibesandStuff
60:56
Masters of Illusion ( Kool Keith & Motion Man ) presented by KutMasta Kurt [Full Album] (2000)
Figment: (Intro) 0:00
Masters Of Illusion 0:42
We All Over 3:50
Magnum Be I 7:32
U Want Fr...
published: 09 Dec 2013
Masters of Illusion ( Kool Keith & Motion Man ) presented by KutMasta Kurt [Full Album] (2000)
Masters of Illusion ( Kool Keith & Motion Man ) presented by KutMasta Kurt [Full Album] (2000)
Figment: (Intro) 0:00 Masters Of Illusion 0:42 We All Over 3:50 Magnum Be I 7:32 U Want Freestyle? 10:53 Scared Straight 13:20 Time 2 Get Right 17:00 Step Up 20:39 The Funky Redneck: (Skit) 23:49 East West Hustlers 25:46 The Bay-Bronx Bridge 30:08 Call The National Guard 33:48 Back Up Kid 36:54 Partnas Confused 40:28 Souped Up 44:12 Urban Legends 47:35 Clifton's Conversation: (Skit) 51:15 Let Me Talk To You 51:36 Silk Suit, Black Linen 56:36- published: 09 Dec 2013
- views: 18
27:02
KEITH FLOYD : Kool Keith / Pink Floyd Mixtape (2013)
DOWNLOAD FOR FREE HERE: http://killmoney.bandcamp.com
Kill Money Presents The KEITH FLOYD ...
published: 10 Dec 2013
KEITH FLOYD : Kool Keith / Pink Floyd Mixtape (2013)
KEITH FLOYD : Kool Keith / Pink Floyd Mixtape (2013)
DOWNLOAD FOR FREE HERE: http://killmoney.bandcamp.com Kill Money Presents The KEITH FLOYD tape. This mix tape is made entirely of Kool Keith and Pink Floyd. RIP Keith Floyd 1943-2009- published: 10 Dec 2013
- views: 193
68:14
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
LIVE: Kool Keith & Kutmaster Kurt
Supported by Mr. Lif
BEGINN: 22:00...
published: 03 Nov 2013
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
LIVE: Kool Keith & Kutmaster Kurt Supported by Mr. Lif BEGINN: 22:00- published: 03 Nov 2013
- views: 24
57:01
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997)
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997) 01 - Sex Style Intro 02 - Sex Style 03 - Don't Crush It 04 -...
published: 12 May 2012
author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997)
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997)
Kool Keith - Sex Style (1997) 01 - Sex Style Intro 02 - Sex Style 03 - Don't Crush It 04 - Make Up Your Mind 05 - Sly We Fly (Featuring Noggin Nodders) 06 - ...- published: 12 May 2012
- views: 6563
- author: FUMER76
57:01
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001)
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001) 01.concert (intro) 02.i wanna play 03.i'm a tell-u 04.mack...
published: 13 May 2012
author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001)
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001)
Kool Keith - Spankmaster (2001) 01.concert (intro) 02.i wanna play 03.i'm a tell-u 04.mack tricks 05.drugs 06.yes yes y'all 07.haters 08.n.b.a. 09.jewelry sh...- published: 13 May 2012
- views: 8624
- author: FUMER76
52:13
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom 2 (2008) [Full album]
Simon 0:00
The Countdown 2:47
R.I.P. Dr. Octagon 6:16
I'm Creepin' 9:40
I Followed You 13:...
published: 24 Sep 2013
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom 2 (2008) [Full album]
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom 2 (2008) [Full album]
Simon 0:00 The Countdown 2:47 R.I.P. Dr. Octagon 6:16 I'm Creepin' 9:40 I Followed You 13:18 Run For Your Life feat. Fathed 16:32 Step-N-Fetchers 20:24 The God of Rap 23:23 How Sexy feat. Denis Deft 27:26 That Girl is a Monster 30:57 Do Not Disturb 34:09 Take That Ride 37:48 Mopped Up 40:50 Always Talkin' Out Your Ass 44:02 Surgery feat. Motion Man 47:56- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 1
28:45
Episode 6 - Global Music Tv series - Stocktown
Meet the hip hop legend Kool Keith, from the oldskool rap group Ultra Magnetic Mc:s. Hear ...
published: 17 Apr 2013
author: stocktown
Episode 6 - Global Music Tv series - Stocktown
Episode 6 - Global Music Tv series - Stocktown
Meet the hip hop legend Kool Keith, from the oldskool rap group Ultra Magnetic Mc:s. Hear him out on old times and new sounds of hip hop. Watch out for Immor...- published: 17 Apr 2013
- views: 82
- author: stocktown
53:57
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003)
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003) 01 Tess Shit 02 Baby Baby 03 You Can't Go Outside 0...
published: 11 May 2012
author: FUMER76
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003)
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003)
Kool Keith - Lost Masters Vol.1 (2003) 01 Tess Shit 02 Baby Baby 03 You Can't Go Outside 04 Robert Perry 05 Freaks 06 Girls You Want 07 New York City 08 Shit...- published: 11 May 2012
- views: 2397
- author: FUMER76
52:56
Kool Keith Mixtape
Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓...
published: 02 Sep 2012
author: micsteip
Kool Keith Mixtape
Kool Keith Mixtape
Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre 04-Girls W...- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 1044
- author: micsteip
24:45
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996....
published: 19 May 2013
author: Blackspinn DJ DOC
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996.- published: 19 May 2013
- views: 94
- author: Blackspinn DJ DOC
29:01
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012....
published: 26 May 2012
author: iisitoni
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012.- published: 26 May 2012
- views: 258
- author: iisitoni
32:07
KOOL KEITH INTERVIEW ON OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM
WWW.OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM....
published: 27 Dec 2011
author: OGHUSKEYRADIO
KOOL KEITH INTERVIEW ON OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM
KOOL KEITH INTERVIEW ON OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM
WWW.OGHUSKEYRADIO.COM.- published: 27 Dec 2011
- views: 409
- author: OGHUSKEYRADIO
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Kool Keith "Plastic World"
Kool Keith
"Plastic World"
Sex Style
Funky Ass Records
Directed by Jason Goldwatch...
published: 05 Jan 2010
author: Decon
Kool Keith "Plastic World"
Kool Keith
"Plastic World"
Sex Style
Funky Ass Records
Directed by Jason Goldwatch
4:32
"Spacious Thoughts" NASA feat. Kool Keith & Tom Waits
Junkyard playground for the split personality inclined. From the phenomenal album Spirit o...
published: 19 Nov 2009
author: Fluorescent Hill
"Spacious Thoughts" NASA feat. Kool Keith & Tom Waits
Junkyard playground for the split personality inclined. From the phenomenal album Spirit of Apollo.
4:01
Kool Keith "New York"
Artist: Kool Keith
Song: "New York"
Produced by: DJ Junkaz Lou
Director: The ICU
http://...
published: 06 Jul 2010
author: The ICU
Kool Keith "New York"
Artist: Kool Keith
Song: "New York"
Produced by: DJ Junkaz Lou
Director: The ICU
http://koolkeith.believeband.com/
7:51
Kool Keith - Hotel Session
Catching up with kool Keith in a Bronx Hotel room, he is joined by film and video star D-c...
published: 12 Dec 2010
author: paul notzold
Kool Keith - Hotel Session
Catching up with kool Keith in a Bronx Hotel room, he is joined by film and video star D-collector, and pontificates on the state of dating and how he sees women becoming more conservative these days. To say the least.
This video was moved from Youtube, after they shut it down at 15000 hits for being inappropriate.
Youtube results:
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Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black Elvis
This is a classic interview w/ the one and only Kool Keith.. We talked about the concept b...
published: 15 Jan 2012
author: mrdaveyd
Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black Elvis
Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black Elvis
This is a classic interview w/ the one and only Kool Keith.. We talked about the concept behind Black Elvis.. Dr Octagon and everything else associated with ...- published: 15 Jan 2012
- views: 1917
- author: mrdaveyd
36:35
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 1 OF 2
Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. ...
published: 28 Feb 2011
author: Joshua Coleman
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 1 OF 2
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 1 OF 2
Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. Camera by Joshua Coleman.- published: 28 Feb 2011
- views: 273
- author: Joshua Coleman
6:06
kool keith - BoomBox...Interview
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper. ...
published: 03 Jun 2010
author: Drcurious2007
kool keith - BoomBox...Interview
kool keith - BoomBox...Interview
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MC's, Kool Keith has also record...- published: 03 Jun 2010
- views: 17378
- author: Drcurious2007
4:32
In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1
If youve ever thought KISS is my favorite rock band and/or Man I wish I was someone else t...
published: 07 Jan 2010
author: geekentertainmenttv
In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1
In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1
If youve ever thought KISS is my favorite rock band and/or Man I wish I was someone else today, then you have something in common with hip hop legend Kool Ke...- published: 07 Jan 2010
- views: 46296
- author: geekentertainmenttv
7:44
Nuits Sonores - Vendredi - 05 - Kool Keith en ITW
Véritable évènement dans le monde des musiques électro, le festival lyonnais fête cette an...
published: 22 May 2012
author: lemouv
Nuits Sonores - Vendredi - 05 - Kool Keith en ITW
Nuits Sonores - Vendredi - 05 - Kool Keith en ITW
Véritable évènement dans le monde des musiques électro, le festival lyonnais fête cette année sa 10e édition. Diffusion de concerts, interviewes d'artistes, ...- published: 22 May 2012
- views: 372
- author: lemouv
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98 year old fridgerator
98 year old fridgerator....
published: 26 Nov 2007
author: sickeningconceptions
98 year old fridgerator
98 year old fridgerator
98 year old fridgerator.- published: 26 Nov 2007
- views: 46430
- author: sickeningconceptions
12:56
Kool Keith - Stocktown A Global UnderGround Journey
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper f...
published: 14 Dec 2011
author: vicissitude1000
Kool Keith - Stocktown A Global UnderGround Journey
Kool Keith - Stocktown A Global UnderGround Journey
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper from The Bronx, New York. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MCs, Ko...- published: 14 Dec 2011
- views: 5630
- author: vicissitude1000
4:08
Kool Keith Interview & Tim Dog Tribute Show
Paul Meara interviews Kool Keith at Columbus, Ohio's Ace of Cups on the day of Tim Dog's p...
published: 12 Mar 2013
author: HipHopDX
Kool Keith Interview & Tim Dog Tribute Show
Kool Keith Interview & Tim Dog Tribute Show
Paul Meara interviews Kool Keith at Columbus, Ohio's Ace of Cups on the day of Tim Dog's passing. They discuss the bond between Keith and Tim Dog as members ...- published: 12 Mar 2013
- views: 2557
- author: HipHopDX
5:45
Kool Keith x Da Vibe - Interview "Love & Danger"
Petit entretien avec Kool Keith à NY avant son concert à Paris le 29 mai 2012 au Glazart !...
published: 24 May 2012
author: Da Vibe Mag
Kool Keith x Da Vibe - Interview "Love & Danger"
Kool Keith x Da Vibe - Interview "Love & Danger"
Petit entretien avec Kool Keith à NY avant son concert à Paris le 29 mai 2012 au Glazart !!!- published: 24 May 2012
- views: 3272
- author: Da Vibe Mag
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Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith Braggin!!)- Rare Interview on B.E.T.'s "Video LP"
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith, Ced Gee, Moe Love and T.R. Love)- Rare Interview with Sher...
published: 29 Mar 2013
author: MMMVintageVideos
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith Braggin!!)- Rare Interview on B.E.T.'s "Video LP"
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith Braggin!!)- Rare Interview on B.E.T.'s "Video LP"
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith, Ced Gee, Moe Love and T.R. Love)- Rare Interview with Sherry Carter on B.E.T.'s Video LP. circa1993 The Ultramagnetic MCs is ...- published: 29 Mar 2013
- views: 1415
- author: MMMVintageVideos
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{LIVE INTERVIEW}Go shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith
Kool Keith Shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith....
published: 14 Nov 2009
author: hitechabi77it7
{LIVE INTERVIEW}Go shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith
{LIVE INTERVIEW}Go shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith
Kool Keith Shopping on Melrose with Kool Keith.- published: 14 Nov 2009
- views: 4169
- author: hitechabi77it7
7:55
The Legendary Kool Keith Explains Room 223, His New Lyrical Training Program and More!
TheSOSEG.com chills out with legendary MC, Kool Keith, following his performance at this y...
published: 14 Sep 2012
author: TheSOSEG
The Legendary Kool Keith Explains Room 223, His New Lyrical Training Program and More!
The Legendary Kool Keith Explains Room 223, His New Lyrical Training Program and More!
TheSOSEG.com chills out with legendary MC, Kool Keith, following his performance at this year's Gathering of the Juggalos 2012. Keith discusses what he's bee...- published: 14 Sep 2012
- views: 4007
- author: TheSOSEG
3:44
KOOL KEITH in an adult book store!
Kool Keith shows how he shops in a Gold Coast Adult store....
published: 15 Feb 2008
author: Trent Slingshot
KOOL KEITH in an adult book store!
KOOL KEITH in an adult book store!
Kool Keith shows how he shops in a Gold Coast Adult store.- published: 15 Feb 2008
- views: 30749
- author: Trent Slingshot
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Kool Keith "Plastic World"
Kool Keith
"Plastic World"
Sex Style
Funky Ass Records
Directed by Jason Goldwatch...
published: 05 Jan 2010
author: Decon
Kool Keith "Plastic World"
Kool Keith
"Plastic World"
Sex Style
Funky Ass Records
Directed by Jason Goldwatch
4:32
"Spacious Thoughts" NASA feat. Kool Keith & Tom Waits
Junkyard playground for the split personality inclined. From the phenomenal album Spirit o...
published: 19 Nov 2009
author: Fluorescent Hill
"Spacious Thoughts" NASA feat. Kool Keith & Tom Waits
Junkyard playground for the split personality inclined. From the phenomenal album Spirit of Apollo.
4:01
Kool Keith "New York"
Artist: Kool Keith
Song: "New York"
Produced by: DJ Junkaz Lou
Director: The ICU
http://...
published: 06 Jul 2010
author: The ICU
Kool Keith "New York"
Artist: Kool Keith
Song: "New York"
Produced by: DJ Junkaz Lou
Director: The ICU
http://koolkeith.believeband.com/
7:51
Kool Keith - Hotel Session
Catching up with kool Keith in a Bronx Hotel room, he is joined by film and video star D-c...
published: 12 Dec 2010
author: paul notzold
Kool Keith - Hotel Session
Catching up with kool Keith in a Bronx Hotel room, he is joined by film and video star D-collector, and pontificates on the state of dating and how he sees women becoming more conservative these days. To say the least.
This video was moved from Youtube, after they shut it down at 15000 hits for being inappropriate.
photo: AP / Paul Beaty
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24 Jan 2014
ISLAMABAD — A mentally ill British man has been sentenced to death in Pakistan after being convicted of blasphemy charges, defense lawyers said Friday. Mohammed Asghar was arrested in 2010 in Rawalpindi, near Pakistan's capital of Islamabad, for claiming to be the Prophet Muhammad in letters that were later produced at his trial, prosecutor Javed Gul said ... The letter was provided to The Associated Press by his lawyer ... ....(size: 2.4Kb)
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27 Jan 2014
Former NSA contractor tells a German broadcaster that the US agency would collect intelligence from foreign companies that had no national defense value. by. The National Security Agency's headquarters in Ft. Meade, Maryland, in an undated file photo. (Credit. NSA) ... "There is no question that the US is engaged in economic spying," Snowden told ARD, according to a account of the interview ... Related stories ... Topics. , Tags. , , ... Apple Byte ... ....(size: 3.9Kb)
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Sacramento Bee
17 Dec 2013
5. Artist. Danny Brown. Album. "Old". What else could you possibly want from a rap album? A place to run for cover, maybe. But everywhere you look here, thoughts are cloudy and it's starting to rain molly. A very clever exploration of the different meanings of one word? Danny Brown's third album is a hard look at the past and the present. Childhood memories are terrifying nightmares, sex doesn't satisfy ... _ David Grossman ... 4 ... Octagon Kool Keith....(size: 9.8Kb)
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LA Weekly
05 Nov 2013
So, why has horrorcore carried such a stigmata stigma? ... Jeckyll and Mr ... Another artist who similarly rejects horrorcore branding is Kool Keith, who, among other things, pioneered brutally killing MCs in-between the absurd chaos of everything else on Ultramagnetic MCs' 1988 debut Critical Beatdown ... Octagon ... Esham and Keith would later work together in 2001 on some of their strongest full-lengths. Esham's Tongues and Keith's Spankmaster ... ....(size: 4.0Kb)
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The Quietus
04 Nov 2013
This is a cover of an obscure Kool Keith track, performed in the arid blues style of Ry Cooder, and as interpolations go, it's a fairly remarkable display of lateral thinking ... scrotum," and if it's appropriative… well, anyone who isn't Kool Keith might be surprised to learn that "decorat[ing] your nuts with Cap'n Crunch" is a racially specific act....(size: 6.0Kb)
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Vibe Magazine
29 Oct 2013
Em and Rih provide a personal, much-needed jolt to their formulaic new single. When you are the biggest selling hip-hop act of all time, you tend to embrace your inner-corn ... Indeed, for over a decade, Eminem has never been particularly shy about his stadium rap agenda ... one sheep, two sheep/Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith/But I'm actually weirder than you think…” As a recovering drug addict, Mr ... —Keith Murphy (@murphdogg29) ... ....(size: 2.3Kb)
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Rollingstone
29 Oct 2013
Earlier today, Eminem released an upbeat, pop-oriented new single titled "The Monster" that features the rapper's "Love the Way You Lie" collaborator Rihanna on the chorus ... The single will be available on iTunes beginning at midnight. Eminem Exclusive. Slim Shady on His New LP ... Eminem also talks about going crazy, or rather, "going kooky as Kool Keith." ... ....(size: 1.6Kb)
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Syracuse
29 Oct 2013
Newly engaged reality star Kim Kardashian says she'll take Kanye West's last name when they're married. The 33-year-old TV personality will be Kim Kardashian West, taking a cue from the way her sister became Khloé Kardashian Odom ... » Read more at E! News ... "It's a go ... Em goes "kooky as Kool Keith" on the track while RiRi sings about voices in her head, so expect a straitjacket and padded walls in the eventual music video ... 5. Note ... Note....(size: 4.3Kb)
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Starpulse
19 Oct 2013
Happy Birthday to.. Actor/director Jon Favreau (1966). Singer Colton Dixon (1991). Filmmaker Jason Reitman (1977). Actor Desmond Harrington (1976). Actor Omar Gooding (1976) ... Rapper Kool Keith (1963) ... 1987) ... ....(size: 1.2Kb)
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Detroit news
16 Oct 2013
Adam Graham Detroit News Pop Music Writer Comments. Deltron 3030 is Kid Koala, left, Del the Funky Homosapien and Dan 'the Automator' Nakamura. (Darren Samuelson). It look a little bit longer than expected, but Deltron 3030 came back. They were always coming back. The experimental sci-fi hip-hop outfits new album Event 2 comes 13 years after the groups self-titled 2000 debut album ... Octogon (which teamed him with Kool Keith) ... 8 p.m ... A A ... ....(size: 8.8Kb)
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Austin American Statesman
29 Aug 2013
Friday. Anderson Mill Tavern. Spark. The Annex at 1808. Mystic Bowie, 2 Buck Drunks. Antone’s. GRiZ, SuperVision, Brede. B.D. Riley’s. Josh Allen. Bastrop Brewhouse. The Lunar Rollers. Beerland. HOD, the Blood Royale, Widower, Scattered Remains. Billy’s Ice House. Eric Neznik. The Blackheart. Seymour Blue, the Ben Ballinger Band. Brass House. Blues Posse. The Broken Spoke. The Derailers. Cactus Cafe. Ellis Paul. Carousel Lounge ... Party Rockers ... Kool Keith ... Tag....(size: 18.2Kb)
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Sporting News
22 Aug 2013
Over the past two decades, few NBA players had more cultural impact than Allen Iverson. He was a trendsetter, from his creative use of cornrows to his infusion of streetball skills onto the hardwood ... Allen Iverson (AP Photo) ... MORE. Gary Payton was the reason Iverson never practiced ... 2013. Kool Keith - Extra Thoughts - "Handle the ball with a Iverson's touch / George that smush, still put em in a push." 2012 ... 2012. J ... 2010 ... 2010 ... 2010 ... 2010 ... 2009....(size: 4.7Kb)
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The Examiner
24 Jul 2013
Rating for The Keynote Speaker. 3. Never has the Wu, its members, or affiliates crossed over or hopped on the bandwagon of the rap games' passing fads, but rather derived innovation from improvements to their prior accomplishments. U-God on Keynote obeys that creed to a T ... GZA, Method Man, Styles P, Inspectah Deck, Elzhi, and Kool Keith come in to contribute their input and spark up the fire a little more ... Tweet. 0 Email. PrintReport ... ....(size: 5.6Kb)
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Rating for U-God - The Keynote Speaker. 3. For even hardcore Wu fans Golden Arms is at times an afterthought. Truth be told, Baby U has destroyed more than his fair share of Clan classics like ‘Pinky Ring’, ‘Bells of War’, ‘Wolves’, and ‘Triumph’ ... The albums apex is the Styles P assisted ‘Fame’ ... The Keynote Speaker features appearances by Elzhi, Styles P, Kool Keith Scotty Wotty, and Clan members GZA, Method Man, and Inspectah Deck ... Tweet....(size: 5.3Kb)
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper from The Bronx, New York. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MCs, Kool Keith has recorded prolifically both as a solo artist and in group collaborations. Kool Keith is the self-proclaimed inventor of horrorcore.
Kool Keith began his rap career with the group Ultramagnetic MCs. After the release of Critical Beatdown, Thornton was reportedly institutionalized in Bellevue Hospital Center. However, he later said that the idea that he was institutionalized came from a flippant remark made during a stressful interview and he never expected the story to become so well-known.
Thornton released his first notable solo single, "Earth People," in 1995, under the name Dr. Octagon, followed by the release of Dr. Octagonecologyst the following year. The album's production by Dan the Automator and Kutmasta Kurt, with scratching by DJ Qbert was acclaimed by critics, and the album was released nationally by DreamWorks Records, which also issued an instrumental version of the album, titled Instrumentalyst (Octagon Beats). Thornton followed the album with Sex Style in 1997 under the name Kool Keith.
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'KutMasta Kurt, is an American hip hop producer, best known for his work with Kool Keith, Beastie Boys, Linkin Park, Dilated Peoples.
from the 1996 debut album Here to Save You All
from the 2000 album The Platform (Note: This single was recorded c. 1998)
from the 1998 Rasco's debut album Time Waits For No Man
from the 2002 album Reanimation
from the 2002 album Dangerous Connection
from the 2003 album The Awakening
from the 2005 album HDP
from the 2008 album 20ERS - New School- Compilation
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Daniel Dumile (pronounced /ˈduːmɨleɪ/ DOO-mə-lay; born January 9, 1971) is a hip hop artist who has taken on several stage names in his career, most notably MF Doom, often stylized as MF DOOM, where the "MF" stands for metal face, but metal fingers when using his producing name. He has appeared in several collaborative projects such as Danger Doom (with Danger Mouse) and Madvillain (with Madlib).
Dumile was born on January 9, 1971, in London, England, the son of a Trinidadian mother and Zimbabwean father. He then moved with his family to New York and was raised in the city of Long Beach, New York on Long Island.
As Zev Love X, he formed the group KMD in 1988 with his younger brother DJ Subroc and another MC called Rodan. When Rodan left the group, Zev found another MC to replace Rodan named Onyx the Birthstone Kid.A&R rep Dante Ross learned of KMD through the hip hop group 3rd Bass, and signed the group to Elektra Records.
Dumile and KMD's recorded debut came on 3rd Bass's song "The Gas Face" from The Cactus Album, followed in 1991 with KMD's album Mr. Hood, which became a minor hit through its singles "Peachfuzz", "Who Me?" and heavy video play on cable TV's Yo! MTV Raps and Rap City.
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- Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
- Lived in the Projects - Kool Keith
- Diamonds - Kool Keith
- Mad Man Departure - Kool Keith
- Static - Kool Keith
- Sex Style - Kool Keith
- Regular Girl - Kool Keith
- Photo Session - Kool Keith
- Still The Best - Kool Keith
- Sly We Fly - Kool Keith
- Plastic World - Kool Keith
- Shoes n Suits - Kool Keith
- The Girls Don't Like The Job - Kool Keith
- Rockets On The Battlefield - Kool Keith
- Lovely Lady - Kool Keith
- Maxi Curls - Kool Keith
- Master Of The Game - Kool Keith
- Lost in Space - Kool Keith
- Livin' Astro - Kool Keith
- Keith N Bumpy - Kool Keith
- Keep It Real... Represent - Kool Keith
- Intro - Kool Keith
- In Your Face - Kool Keith
- I Don't Believe You - Kool Keith
- Keith Turbo - Kool Keith
- Intro (Release Date) - Kool Keith
- Intergalactic Lover - Kool Keith
- I'm Seein' Robots - Kool Keith
- I Don't Play - Kool Keith
- F-U M.F. - Kool Keith
- Don't Crush It - Kool Keith
- Fine Girls - Kool Keith
- Clifton (Santiago) - Kool Keith
- Black Elvis - Kool Keith
- 27 Shots - Kool Keith
- Make Up Your Mind - Kool Keith
- Little Girls - Kool Keith
- Operation Extortion - Kool Keith
- Extravagant Traveler - Kool Keith
- Baddest M.C. - Kool Keith
- Back Stage Passes - Kool Keith
- All The Time - Kool Keith
- Octo Freestyle - Kool Keith
- You Know You Want It - Kool Keith
- You Can't Go Outside - Kool Keith
- Yes Yes Y'All - Kool Keith
- Wreck (Mankind Theme) - Kool Keith
- Women Turn On Your T.v. - Kool Keith
- What You Doing - Kool Keith
- Varoom - Kool Keith
- Two step - Kool Keith
- Trying To Talk To You - Kool Keith
- Traffic Jam - Kool Keith
- Think You're Sexy - Kool Keith
- The Voo Doo - Kool Keith
- The Promoters - Kool Keith
- The Original - Kool Keith
- Tess Shit - Kool Keith
- Tell 'em Bitch - Kool Keith
- Taking Pictures - Kool Keith
- Take Off Your Panties - Kool Keith
- Take It Off - Kool Keith
- Sweet Unique Pete - Kool Keith
- Stop Rappin - Kool Keith
- Stop Frontin' - Kool Keith
- Steroids - Kool Keith
- Star Wars - Kool Keith
- Star Struck - Kool Keith
- Shit Stains - Kool Keith
- Shit Expands - Kool Keith
- She Likes Your Sex - Kool Keith
- Sexy Girl - Kool Keith
- Sexual Intruder - Kool Keith
- Seattle Tacoma - Kool Keith
- Same Sound - Kool Keith
- Running For Congress - Kool Keith
- Rundown - Kool Keith
- Robert Perry - Kool Keith
- Report - Kool Keith
- Professional Photographer - Kool Keith
- No Stress - Kool Keith
- New York City - Kool Keith
- Nba Superstar - Kool Keith
- Move - Kool Keith
- Lyrical Magic - Kool Keith
- Lyrical King - Kool Keith
- Lady Think She's All That - Kool Keith
- Knock on the Door - Kool Keith
- Kiss My Ass - Kool Keith
- Keep On Jumpin - Kool Keith
- Get Your Groove On - Kool Keith
- Jocking My Style - Kool Keith
- It Gotta Be That Way - Kool Keith
- Iraqi Verse - Kool Keith
- I'm Dangerous - Kool Keith
- Fright Night - Kool Keith
- A Black Kid Who Think He's White - Kool Keith
- I Want You To Be - Kool Keith
- I Do What I Want - Kool Keith
- Honey I Miss You - Kool Keith
- Girl Wanna Kill Herself - Kool Keith
[Kool Keith]
Yeah motherfucker.. that's right..
The motherfucker in the house.. Kool Keith..
Fuck all the bullshit, let's get to the real shit..
Yeah..
Your rhyme touch is soft kid
like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic
Writin with a local style
talkin about competitive shit you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you ain't bugged nigga
I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga
Who want the whiplash?
Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast
Me standin on the top of your tour bus
Butt-naked with a fuckin hockey mask
Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-Up glass
Don't you know I'm sick nigga? Lick my dick nigga!
Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old dingy fucked up Bronx apartment
Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bullshit street argument
I don't care how hard you get
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin shit
You ain't stoppin shit, fuck that Batman and Robin shit
and what block you with
Kneel down, make a nigga like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain't no fuckin fat cat
Chorus: Kool Keith
[sung] You never lived in the projects!
You ain't no drug dealer
*repeat Chorus 3X*
[Kool Keith]
Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
Carribean ruckus - with an Elvis wig
slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap motherfuckers
Bodyguards won't work
with a 30-shot car bomb under my Dominican shirt
Submachine in the duffle bag
Watchin Sesame Street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert
With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat
Get Morris in your projects
and Jackson in a Madison Square Garden concert
Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network
The average guy, havin a product manager
and a female publicist wearin a fuckin bulletproof vest
I got time for motherfuckers actin like Elliot Ness
Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your fuckin chest
Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress
I'm ready for more progress
Have your head sent home
and a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk
Extort like a mad nigga Western Union
You don't have a clue men how I get through men
*repeat Chorus 4X*
Man it's been quiet in the Bronx since Kate Rich got killed
I heard some kid wearin a mink
fakin like he live in Brooklyn squealed
We gon' need Johnny Cochran man, I'm tellin you
Gotta get everybody out..
[Kool Keith]
Chill at home watchin the Mets
I'ma tell Suge Knight to call Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex
Tony Green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail
Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken
Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken
Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
New York police department, the F.B.I.
said this guy wasn't playin
Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin?
Turned the radio up and cut his arms off
and throw him off the top of the Waldorf
Call Fat Kat in prison
Tell him his right hand mand already did that
Ten cars, meet me at the Lincoln Tunnel with stockin cops
We're gonna count to the one-oh, put butter on the bun-oh
Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow
See the man with the suit?
Light up the kid with the bomber jacket and Timberland boots
Comin at you like Tupac in ";Juice";, I'ma get loose
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 3X)
We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time..
Diamonds, we bring violence!
[Kool Keith]
Send a coffin up to Billboard with flowers in the lobby
A picture of me with Gene Griffin holdin a hand-grenade
I'ma fax you a copy - and let you know my job ain't sloppy
Extort the industry cause Nicky Barnes is gonna be
in charge of every label's distribution
My street team is gonna be eight men with loaded tecs
Ridin around with Chrysler PT cruisers from a mental institution
Whip mob style, Tone Capone AZ in charge of publicity on the phone
Crazy Joe outside to meet the mixtape DJ's with carbombs
in the parkin zone - purple Cadillac lavender two-tone
A box packed up with a chopped off human head
with a murdered pitbull with a knife in his stomach
Federal Express to your secret home
Sonny D handle the Wherehouse and Tower
Take Coconuts and Sam Goody
and hire David Berkowitz as a receptionist for more power
Extreme impact when Uniter Parcel
bring bazookas and bombs in from Iraq
Close the George Washington Bridge when we attack
Carryin duffle bag sacks
Larry Davis is workin with a thirty-eight magnum
Big stations won't have any problem hearin the wax
(I'll play it!) With Kingston, Jamaica
Sendin the video to HBO and Cinemax
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Look at the bottom of your car, now start it
Wire on your doorknob
That's me across the street, wearin a pinstripe suit
with a (???), with black glasses talkin to Grandmaster Flash
Lookin at your black asses
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Yeah.. outro, Mad Man
Everytime I see your motherfuckin ass
You always with some motherfuckers around you
You know why? Cause you're motherfuckin scared
But I'ma pick you out motherfucker
I like to boost myself cause all you niggaz can kiss my ass
Critics like my balls, bitches get jealous
Y'all on some old funny-ass shit, hang with a bunch of fellas
You can't fuck with me, shiny head like Telly Savales
Look at your favorite rap star, corny as a MOTHERFUCKER
Scarecrow hardcore
I flip your tour bus over, pull your plug on your stage show
on your fuckin tour
Put a piece of your fuckin hand in the refridgerator
Book your shit Monday
You'll see me with three niggaz with stockin caps
with sawed-off shotguns, waitin for your black asses
Then come to Apollo to play, blow your session away
You don't wanna fuck around
I don't give a fuck if you in the studio with bodyguards
You can hide behind fuckin Big Ray
Bash you in the face with a fuckin ashtray
Move you out in a STRETCHER
Walk you to the fuckin ambulance
with blood all over my fuckin pants
That's what you get for tryin to do a b-boy stance
Next I'ma step to all you homo ass niggaz that dance
Move that glittery shit out my vision
and face the fuckin collision
Treat you like the Lifers Group
27 years, I'ma act like I'm in fuckin prison
Say somethin now motherfucker, say somethin!
I bite your fuckin nose, spit back in your fuckin lap
See somethin funny? See somethin funny?!
SEE SOMETHIN FUNNY MOTHERFUCKER?! Amputate your face off
Fuck around cut your shoulder blade off
Disconnect three of your fingers
You won't be able to point at shit
or wave a fuckin cab down
Look at you bleedin with that rap shit on the fuckin ground
That's right motherfucker
You knew I was comin to see you from the beginnin
but you was talkin all that bullshit
But I'ma see you in, time
That's right, when I get to yo' motherfuckin ass
I'ma work my way up there
See youse a faggot ass nigga
You moved to the suburbs
You think you safe, workin by phone
You can't go nowhere, and you hidin
You stay in hotels, and ??
And smoke a bunch of fuckin weed, that's right
Lookin at each other
Fuckin each other in the ass
Bullshittin and playin with PlayStation
I'ma tell you straight
I ain't no kid, I'm a grown-ass fuckin man
Yo, Sadat whassup?
Yo, I'm right here
I got these two girls
They ready to roll up the highway with me
Oh really?
I'ma get a little bit of gas
Think you can make that trip or what?
Yeah, I definitely can, you know that's a fact
Of course
Alright I'll be back in a few minutes
I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up
Alright, I'ma get some [unverified] and all that
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give
Bumpin' systems, rollin' down the street in Detroit, Michigan
I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend
Wearin' Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto
Movin' quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto
Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes
440 engine blowin' wind, through our hair extension
Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo' pimple
How dare you walk around ignore the First National Bank
My name is unknown,[unverified] die my family call me Hank
I go way back, like you still shop at Alexando's
Buy your sandals for your little son, named Romandos
Watch your step Theresa, chew up on your slice at Easter
Can you surround me in the black tan
My living room, trips to Cancun, with these eighty ladies
The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son
I want the whole world and my old girl back
She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin' in the stairway
With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes
Funeral chimes signal the beginnin' of the end
Cowboy with more in, with my private dancin' chicks
They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix
(Uh, huh)
Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin' in a casino
The movie's Al Pacino
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give
Got my check cashed, you posin' new, stop actin' girl, like a fool
Got the Benz on loan, Sadat rollin' by your school
You brought your frontin' friend Gwen, beggin' for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen
My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
Leon Spinks with afro on, ready to rob the Brinks
I see you got your thongs out, Daisy Dukes and buns out
You call me when you broken hearted, when your money runs out
Back from the [unverified] you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
I'm tired of Pop Tart
Yeah, I'm touchin' Gwen with the butt love, the rubber glove
I'm touchin' that ass she swingin' her hair, claimin' she's an actress
But wasn't she that same chick I seen with the black dress?
Traded the ninety-eight for the sixty-eight Mustang
Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are?
Apparently, because all the drinks are free
It's, "Our house, in the middle of our street"
And when you come in here you better wipe your feet
I'm from Albuquerque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas
I rode across on a gray horse, [unverified]
Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork
(What?)
I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX
And German outposts, with the communists close
(No doubt)
I'm verbose, I host, the most, y'all should roast me
People watch closely and rewind me on the tape
Study this here, then look and listen
Take a step back and watch the black pearl glisten
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
"Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see
Honey that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth..."
Chorus:
(Sex style!) Niggas want it free
They dogs drink my piss (Girls pay a fee)
You want freestlye that's right the style is free
Niggas suck my dick and they girls drink my pee
I'm on some S&M; shit you can't get with
Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick
Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual
Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual
You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off
Let my dog lick you German Shepard want to bust off
I tell your legs and swat em, MC's having anal sex
Step around like a Tampax, and step up next
I enter New York, no problem with my dick out
California porno star, my ass you can lick out
Saying "What?" with sperm dripping down your partner's butt
I see MC's in my face with their ass up
Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up
Not no horror-core shit, this is porno-core
I'm in the club naked man, I'm the fucking pro
Niggas can't wax no ass, girls should let them know
Chorus x3
Back I wreck shit, so what nigga? I masturbate
See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight
I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna
Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the freesyle drama
I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick
Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick
I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere
Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair
You name a group that's shit, I will pooper-scoop
Fuck with this, miss, I will damage on the premesis
Niggas step back with Dax grease, watch their ass twist
I rhyme any nigga, golden showers up in Greek Alley
Movie star bitches, MC's lining up in Cali
Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray
Mc's jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray
Girls heinie-wipe, MC's say my style is hype
Pussies relax, I'd rather fuck them with a cordless mic
Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost
Chorus x2
"May they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer til his asshole
whistles the Star-Spangled Banner."
Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your anus
I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous
You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups
Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops
Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks
Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world
Chorus x3
Yo money
Yeah whassup Kool Keith?
Yo that girl Kadiva gon' come to your house
with.. blonde hair and boots
Tell her rent a cheap room on Sunset Boulevard
for $16.95 I ain't tryin to get no Madrian no Marriott
or all that higher stuff
Yo we can go on cheaper man
I know somethin for like $10.99 man
It's a hotel with roaches in it and everything
It's almost near skid row
[Kool Keith]
Buttnaked! Girls walk Sunset with they ass out
I start Cadillacs with suits, wear my mask out
With brims tilted, I finger pop the whole block
Make freaks wear wigs, and put the rubbres on my cock
You see me out there, with big balls like Rosie Grier
Players cream, I pull panties out your wet dreams
Get deep in cracks, and wash em out like Mr. Clean
Bring your Massengil, the public think I'm very ill
Like Jimmy Z, posin naked for the FCC
I'm not no basketball star, your girl watch me pee
Clock me like cops, every time my sperm drops
She's in my face with thongs, chewin lollipops
I'll hit that butt on the low, just like Monica
Play three tunes and let her blow on my harmonica
I'm out here, you rollin fake in Union Square
I'll make you go blonde, brunettes runnin down they hair
Chorus: sung by Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
Regular girl, is so boring (get out my face)
Regular girl, you never turn me on (work the latex)
[Kool Keith]
You saw my porno flick, nutsacs banged up on your TV
Your girl pulled her panties off real quick, tryin to see me
She wants an autograph, a part with my anal staff
You scream test for AIDS, stretch marks make me laugh
Sign your contracts for Willie, smoke a big Phillie
I'm too old for young girls, gigglin actin silly
I'm Sugar Daddy, your aunt gon' be worried duke
Your moms at my hotel, her bra is real cute
Dressed in G-strings, she's scopin me, eatin fruit
She licked my balls, I came like Niagara Falls
Brought her tittes to Prince show instead of Lou Rawls
Her pelvis grind, she smile show me pantylines
I'll smack that butt, the pro spank at different times
Like Max ? hardcore ? it's on the dirty floor
Make you scream for stiff rods, you don't want no more
Penetration, I don't do that on your menustration
I want movies back, you smile, addin lubrication
You know your steelo, orgies doin three people
Kodak action, Black Tail, butt satisfaction
You lookin good sweet cheeks..
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
I turned the Lakers off, you can't stop my afterparty
A fifth of vodka, and latex, drink your Bacardi
I serve it well through tubes and watch your rectum swell
Service your clits with steel, machines keep it real
Got that ramrod, that's pumpin through your back hard
You be seein cum stains on Sunset Boulevard
My rubber send streaks and heels off your girl's feets
You not psychadelic wimp, I'm still your girl's pimp
That's part interest, magnificent, mind power
I got nuts that clean kill, let me take my shower
Wash off my pubic, and let the females do my nails
Watch naked legs in chairs and enter soft tails
Wear stockin caps with maps and shoft for soft cracks
Lift off your hairpeace, while milk squirts up on your weave
You know my skin needs butter, your cheeks are popcorn
I get deep, go run in butt like the unicorn
Rodeo anus banger, quick with the middle finger
Her tampons drop down between her Maxi
I left tips for cocked up legs in the taxi
Yo take her home cab driver, here's her panties
Chorus
* unlabelled bonus track appearing after "Lovely Lady"
[Kool Keith]
Yeah..
I like that little leopard furry outfit
I love it
You gonna get pregnant wearin that
Put on this blindfold
Turn around don't look at me
Pull your panties to the side
I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings
She likes her thongs with my fingers all between her cheeks
She go go dance strip at clubs on the row for weeks
Shakin her fannies, come here girl, let me fill them panties
Spread your legs, and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti
Not Ray Moore, no matress here, baby on the floor
With helmets and mask, and grease up in that anus fast
Back door delivery, the mailman remember me
Don't front now, them breasts are ready, I'ma milk the cow
With rockets that blow, paralyze your anal sockets
My fantasy is hidin used condoms in your pockets
while you chill, here's a towel, plus your Massengil
That's word like Pete Rock's, let's freshen up that funk box
I pump like diesel fuel, stamina speed, strong as a ox
Takin a shower, run the steam water for a hour
That's word I'm naked you can best believe I don't fake it
Pull off your bra straps, and jerk off on your pretty kneecaps
Yeah..
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
Can I see your panties girl? You wanna take em off
Dye your hair blonde, hook up your weave and call Steve
for the photo session (yeah..)
[Kool Keith]
Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet
Pull my porno tapes, while you listen to Keith Sweat
That's no joke, I do construction now your rectum's broke
No matter how famous the anal beads are for your anus
Your girlfriend is sloppy, a dyke, tryin to be so cocky
I stuck a broom between her punchin coochie like I'm Rocky
She was excited from the rip out, she pulled my tip out
My cape is on with latex, I make vaginas flip out
Open your rear end, with tools before you count to ten
That's word to moo moo, know how I'm trained to move that boo boo
Back them two boobs, you on the tape with seven dudes
Your temperature's more beyond to sleep with Michael Jackson
You want interviews, in locker rooms, movie action
Camcorders R. Kelly, or Russell peein on your belly
Smelly socks from Laker players, you can suck they jocks
I walk in projects, and underwears on Bronx blocks
Send Tampex FedEx while I slip on condoms you drink Beck's
Hold up your butt right, cause Vinica can make you tight
_All Night Long_, like Mary Jane, finger poppin girls
Luscious drawers, I keep my penis movin in your jaws
Swallow it baby
Chorus 1.5X
[Kool Keith]
Intensive care, you're pretty, climbin on the toilet seat
Puttin fingers in buttholes, through your cracks I defeat
Word is bond, remove your stainfree it'll turn me on
Put on your freaky jacket, bend over, let me smack it
Move in your room while my penis stretch, hit the moon
Open your back and see them buns shine when you jack up
On Greyhound buses we can check in at a sleazy motel
Sign contracts, and do a dirty scene, in a hotel
Manufactured, distribution while you keep on douchein
We'll make you a star, we'll film tonight, at this bar
Two hundred men, wackin off, you on the tablecloth
She's in the center dressed up, like it's cold in winter
No domination, hide your panties in the Amtrak station
Shoot off your load, see the Caddy comin down the road
Baby got back, rub my hand up all up in that crack
Nurse that breast, tittie milk can give me stimulation
I throw your legs your perfume, give me motivation
I drive surface.. yeah!
Chorus 2X
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
American and European, national champion
Kool Keith, you know who I am
The master man, Willie Biggs, big status
Droppin nine-six and seven, big status
Skill.. lotto winners
I taught New York City, the five boroughs how to rap
You can take that back, and pull them thongs our your rectum crack
I'm +Poppa Large+, big daddy, big penis in a Caddy
Retro petrol, I run that whole metro-politan area,
burnin ya, the style is scarin ya
You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow
I'm Texas Swift, down South, they call me Frankie Joe
Keep pushin rigs, Mack trucks, drop off your girl's wigs
I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert
No common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt
You best to be prepared, paperclips, on your mouth
I rock Virginia, tag Atlanta, 95 South
Then hit Miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy
I'm national kid, girls like the way I dress
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
I'm still the best, I'm still the best, East to West
Joe Kingpin, big stack, money Willie Biggs
[Kool Keith]
Superfly get back, your whole group is +Freddie's Dead+
Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bed
I'm Jay Gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo doo
You can't stop me, step off, now let your girl jock me
I ride a bus and tail just like a Kawasaki
motorcycles with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya
Political style flop, your child play is amateur
Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb
I get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole room
Wear green capes and walk in clubs like I'm Dr. Dooom
Handblock double switch monkey style, flying horsemen
Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men
I be the Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather
Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weather
We do this like Brutus, I make you say, ";Who dis?";
The man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight
I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty
Masquerade man is ill, Keith spinnin reel to reel
Who play the number tonight? I put six on a five
Shoulda combinated, go ahead baby
Chorus 2X
Big Willie, Big Willie
Big Willie-heyyyeah-heyyy
Big Willie, Big Willie
Big Willie heiyyyyyy
[Kool Keith]
You're not competition, no joke, I know your kinfolks
That sloppy Gotti style just a bowl of Wheat Oats
No matter how mean or point blank hard you look
I cover my eye, retarded bugged like I'm Captain Hook
Like Vincent Price, I'm nice, I bake and coke you twice
Your crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is bird
At my night show lick my pubic hair, tell me word
I'm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like Lassie
Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner
I kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner
Get sexy raw, the champagne pours even more
No forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on tour
I'm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligent
Yeah, I bought the dream book
Gon' play what I got to play tomorrow
Do this right, yeah
Chorus 2X
Best, East to West
Best, East to West, Big Willliehaeyyy
Best, East to West
Best, East to West, hooo hoo ho hoooo
Best, East to West
Best, East to West, heyyyy heyy, heyyy heyy, heyyy heyyaheahhh
[Kool Keith]
I'm known to fence ya with my black mask, MC's go to hell
[Noggin Nodders]
And I'm the obtuse, and acute guy
I'm known as Motion, Noggin Nodder
[Kool Keith]
My flow is so dark, I open coffins like I'm Dracula
[Noggin Nodders]
And I'm that kid who raps about, who what?
That guy, whatever
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
[Kool Keith]
I put my MASK on, another night for the Phantom
I got the Halloween jack-o-latern
Yo ?, I know some kids funny Silly Putty PlayDoh
They wanna step to farms, and build a hay dough
I drag bodies on down the yellow brick road, like leprechauns
I come in comet killer mode
Yo grab your neck and your mail
with a WIC check, plus I inspect my roots
and walk in naked, with spirits and ouija board
I Shake-n-Bake it naked, like Betty Crocker
I use a black marker, I draw your face in a sketch
like a ARTISTE
Two broken arms from my shoulder have a piece
Yum yum, you know you welcome, come in dumb-dumb
Hey what's that smell down there? Look in the basement
Two eyes missin, next day, where your face went?
With Dolly Parton music playin in my pickup truck
My gold sandwich, a swigger liquor chewin duck
I got no taste, no salt, I need mayonnaise
I'm lookin at TV, lookin for good love, and some lovin
[Noggin Nodders]
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
Deckin in chins, to knock a rapper, he's bawlin bro
Off in my Timbs, I makes an exit
As ill I cut the cheese and step from forks
That's when I'm Superdot
I kicks an offer with terms, unpatterened knowledgist
A species unkind when human three minds, one head
That brother took the alley (I followed him) he's dead
He's datin Yakos Alli (she's awful) gives head
Say what? Your coat is red, he's just a white guy, I know
He likes marijuana, I like, holding his bitch
Make giggles in the sauna, rap when I swerve, ?? bpbpbpbpbpb
Hey bud, I got your phone number I called you hung up
You push * 69, you broke into a cold and hot sweat
That's no address of mine, you reached some mortuary
You're talkin to an empty box, I'm gettin away
I'm gettin away, I'm gettin away
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
[Kool Keith] + (Noggin Nodders)
I creep in Cutlass, my orange my blue, my black self green
The robot yo six-fo', you buggin lookin mean
(Yeah, we pay no mind to eyeballs, and kids as rivals)
We got our money in stacks, you bet your chicken shirt
With massive ammo, the fools out there don't want no work
(With massive ammo, the fools out there don't want no work)
This ain't no movie, no play, you in a matinee
I'm watchin screens of your dreams, you actin everyday
Playin a part that you actors can't play
Yo he's perpetratin, gettin burnt like slab bacon
[Noggin Nodders]
My days are numbered nitwit, I work in ? spot
My sherm's ill as liquid, I mix it up in big pot
and takes the top off, and adds a drop off
and laughs my ass off, and cakes in my part would rather
I wrap a new bomb, it's serious
I lost my mind, yo help me find it
[Noggin Nodders]
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly)
We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly)
We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly)
We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly)
And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly)
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, changin four years in a flow (that's right)
How many you got? (that's right)
What you think about that girl over there?
What you think about the kid comin up the blonde?
What you think about Keith walkin down the block?
Same girl at my bed
Pringles fun?
Give me a couple bucks
How much we need to take in at the party tonight?
";Yeah, Kool Keith should keep it real
He should rap about space and Mars...";
[Kool Keith]
Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody. Same boots, skully hats in
90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not
smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt.
I left New York, the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats, that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B;
A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me
Biting my space styles, biting my horror-core
All I saw was Kool Keiths on my thaw
Record companies had G'd-off all my royalties
Watching vinyl spin, local groups' wack MC's
Some try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap
Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosines
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos out of town, peoples buy confusion
Rolling high with cash pulled over down my eye
Since I've been out, y'all can't see
Chorus:
Is the world made of plastic?
Is the city buried in dreams? (Yeah)
Is the world made of plastic?
Cause that's the way is seems (Owww)
Watching TV so bored, while imbiciles hold the mic cord
Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd that sound?
Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor leagues
No rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented Benz
Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beats
People with no deals, walkmen rappin on the streets
I turned my back, 90% of the city sounded wack
Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band
Everybody clear with beats trying to be Premier
Clearing samples, your SP-12 fake examples
My money grows with green from my own label
While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers you don't know
You're narrow-minded and styles of mind you won't find it
My sound proceeds with moog and undertone bass
No comic gimmicks with beats rapping in my face
I come back real, solid rock razor steel
Tap your program, show the world I'm the man
You copy Poppa Large, the industry is large
Chorus x2
As I do see sorta rugged wack beer commercials
Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Ninja Turtles
From Manhattan I heat up, yo light up Times Square
I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare
No promotional shows, girls wear corn rows
People with hooded sweaters on crack keep me on my toes
I walk with straw hats, fake glasses in the projects
Bring my ghost image so tense on the line of scrimmage
Playing my numbers, waiting for the Five to come
Spaghetti out the window, people acting dumb
Fire hazards wake the neighbors, your family's nosy
I come and go as I please on blockhead MC's
You bought new sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner
I'm not the star you are, the city's fallen far
By mechanism, you're on my tip
Stay off my penis, you've duplicated me for years
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one
Chorus x2
";This week was unimpressive.. are you quoting me
so you can go back and tell these people that I said so?";
";No uh yeah I thought uh it was unimpressive too;
cause, because..";
";Okay, thank you. I well I'd agree with anything you say
in regards to that.. because, what's obvious is what's obvious.";
";They they feel that they're not gettin paid?";
[Kool Keith]
You heard Jeremy Lawner got shot four times in the face
Standin on West 8th Street, two blocks from Park Place
It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up
Closed casket service; the guy said he jerked Eminem, and Coolio
plus Korn - machine guns had his ligaments torn
Police asked me what happened, I don't know I'm steady rappin
Excuse me as a suspect, that's a hot lie
I did not give a man a gun, (??) papaya
I was home down South, that's what he get, street connections
Sam bit it, I'm not it, the kid was runnin his mouth
Order in the court, did you or did not shoot this man?
What I heard, booking agencies giving loot to this man
Check my fingerprints, my hair never touched that gun
I never spoke to anyone, the F.B.I.'s at my house
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
Shoes n suits! Shoes n suits!
Supreme Court..
[Kool Keith]
Investigators ridin on my elevator for questionin
I'm just a plain MC, why do y'all wanna see me
I have no clue about what that person went through
Is it true that y'all was gonna tell us
who was gonna cut his hands off
Leave the body rottin for 3 days in the back of a Wendy's Drivethru
Look for my fingerprints, what did I do?
Narrator of a true story
To write somethin fake, would bore me
I babysit three kids, you guys act like y'all never saw me
The D.A. said, ";Keith you're not guilty";
but the dead client's mouth was filthy
Gun from Virginia registered under Silky
";Keith do you recognize these pictures?";
8 suspects from the projects
No I never seen these people in my life
I don't recognize them your honor
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
So he ain't callin shots for you, I got respect
I just turned down a major label project
Witnesses say you're carryin a mac-10 semiautomatic, a black object
Check my house, just a Chia pet
7:30 when he was shot - I wasn't travelin
He was on the first class with two men, on a Continental airline jet
The prosecutor says I'm innocent
That's somebody else's glove by the steps
Is it true, that part of your crew
wanted to set this man on the couch,
light a match, pour gasoline in his lap and set him on fire?
Connect his 500 Benz to a phone-tap wire
Breakin his window glass like an armed Goldie with a hockey mask
With two forty-four Magnums, one in his mouth, one in his ass
His relatives ties with three links to his murder
I never heard of, but in Philly he tried to scam Roger Troutman
Sharpshooters hit him point blank on the side of his celly phone ear
Bullets hit his rearview mirror
Shots rang out from a Cadillac Catera
The guy made a bad error
Chorus 1.5X
{Kool Keith on the phone}
Hello -- did Cathy come in today, or what?
I'm startin to not, to like, what's she's doin at me
She's not on time, you know her hair ain't combed
She's not dressed properly
She's always wearin jeans, and this is a company
where you wear dresses, and you look neat and come in
with your briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks.. somebody gotta get dropped
[Kool Keith]
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor, Wall Street Journal analysist
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
Banking system with my computer wisdom
Immaculate suit, pinstriped, with my shirt and tie
Girls know I'm fly -- on the A-X-1 new floppy disk
";Hello? There's somebody out there to see you";
No, tell her to call me back
I'm busy with the President of the United States
Discussing more rates on a higher level
Don't give me feedback, I don't need that
Two trips to Costa Rica, I'll be a week back
Before you sign a new act, find out if they wack
Your budget will be low, and you'll be fired, highly retired
I'm the new boss of this company girl
(I want you to fax yourself to China OK? Do this now)
Chorus: Kool Keith *singing* (repeat 2X)
The girls don't like the job
Secretaries don't like my ways
I hire and fire, give you checks on the spot
I hire and fire, give you checks when it's hot
[Kool Keith]
Down at 55 Water Street
Top official always seein Chemical Bank, Wells Fargo
Bank of America with my fine secretary Erykah
Me and Al Sharpton was talkin about real estate in Compton
With a loan from General Mills
I would start a new NBA team Baldwin Hills
The Baldwin Hills Spacemen
Lime green uniforms with a orange basketball logo
? the group solo, that's right, dolo
with the comissioner of the basketball
Passin y'all in my ASR Rolls Royce
Y'all can't stop my voice and opinion, here's a card and my phone extension
Not to mention I ripped up four tickets to the Grammy awards
I had pasta with my new team and my roster
Agents beware, I'm talkin to Shaq behind the Lakers back
Michael Jordan I'm important, keep tapes recordin
Buyin baseball stadiums, talkin to Joe Morgan
Cincinatti Reds, I'm over your heads
Call my limo Nancy, make it fancy, I'm in a rush
No time for coffee, ice cream from Mr. Softie
[baseball stadium organ playing]
Tom Hanks calls the base of Keith in the UK
We sold a lot of Mercedes Benz's
and BMW's to the small starving communities
Even as an import, it's just a regular cab in foreign countries
Materialistic for just the ignorant ones only the United States
I'm goin to lunch, I'll be right back
{The girls don't like the job!}
Cutback on time
Employees research files, tryin to find my styles
Sippin on a glass of Sprite
Toni Braxton wanna sing Pride with me tonight
I gotta work late, the office, the kids, the dog
Puppies, groceries, hopin these things get done by the end of the week
I been through the week, did you book my airline flight assistant Terry?
You'll get no record deal actin like Neneh Cherry, back to work don't flirt
Give me them passes to the James Brown concert
Front row seats at least, PLEASE don't bother me I need peace
Terry you been late a lot
I hate a lot of those same black pants you wearin dancin
Take two days off, I'm goin to the playoffs
Chorus 1.5X
[Kool Keith]
Raising levels Jim
Flight seven oh four three two one, red four
Green expanding to one
Moving levers up at seven decimal eight
Moving two point liters down
All systems go, red lights are off
Greens are showing
Coming through
Levels shifting get swift on analog sounds, pounds of rocket tars
Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine, better than Octo
Although created by the master genius
You seen this when I take your mind out to Venus
With the formats on DAT tape you can't remake or duplicate
Hesitate for a minute on deck like Brenlee Stinnit
Pittsburgh Pirate, admire it, you can't hire it
Job applications for rappers with weak shows
Weak flows, by most inherited weakness
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit regurgitates any system
Regular or even more antique products, put out by top, companies
MCA Warner Brothers Loud the Polygram enterprise
Virgin masters get melted, you felt it
through my radiation, foes move on buses
Planes leave the train station, evacuate quick!
Mechanical legs, mechanical legs
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
(Now, meow, blah!)
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
(Goin wild with our sound now!)
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Release date M6, photographs on Columbia/Ruffhouse description green
with blue ears sky blue shirt that work by remote controls
Burn up Billboard charts, deactivating 1975 music, old soul
will never go gold, while records warp
Insulting your duplicating of a sample
You will become an example, uncreative peasants
by the lessons of the untalented ones
signed by your most stupidest A&R;
We'll see how far representation information
Documents while I stand like monuments
Stun your area like a airborne carrier
United Parcel deliver parts for a start
Cold blooded with a mechanical heart, standin like the Tinman
Aluminum kneecaps release raps like rayguns, destroyin territories
Toys, pterodactyl dinosaurs get bombed in space wars
Layin on galactic floors, amputated, disconnected collections
in more than, fifty seconds, wherehouse with skulls
Land amphibians, welfare recipients
with beautiful women from the Carribean
The ships need repair
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Not compared to no rappin high flight, member of the A.S.S.R.
Immigrants stand in factories, endorsements, six MC's
You seen what The Source meant
Cover stories from the government left you standin
holdin the mic with one hand and
handicapped with damage you can't manage style nine-nine
2000 B.C. the sneakers in spascious me in 3-D
Wireless radius, MC's outdated, completion deleted
Japan newspapers in Australia, did you read it?
Over and out, movin with swift celsius, I melted him down
Jet movin up, level seven seven six oh
with Darth Vader and 3P0
R2-D2, me too, comin to see you
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Rockets on the battlefield
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
";Tango three left turn ahead, taxi to port control seven";
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy
[Kool Keith]
I know this girl with her own crib, in isolation
She's from Puerto Rico, half-black on vacation
Fine freak with thongs on, whup me every week
Panties in service, the big two's make her nervous
Hey Boo, here's lollipops, I'ma give em too you
Bang you nice backdoors, I'ma scrape the floors
Look at your personal, silk on the camcorder
Then hit bedsprings, my thumb's on the tape recorder
With big cups of Cristal, I'ma spank her well
If I lick you there, my girlfriend, I'ma tell
Rock your boots, and leave my style written on your cooch
With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands
I got plans for booty work to catch a lapdance
That skirt is workin, and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy (3X)
She got me open, like two big scoops of Raisin Bran
Watchin adult films, I'm part time her freak man
Thinkin how she's cute, I got my mask on my eye
Lickin splits that switch and change her whole voice pitch
";Ayyy papi, why you go so low?";
I got scuba divin skills, the pros, stay below
Authorizin a sign, she reflects with pantylines
She got her hair done, apartment two the girl is mines
Trippin down the pants, she's wearin spandex
and flower dresses, the booty to the max apex
I'm on my way, with Guinness Stout everyday
Jodeci tapes, H-Town, not bring 4Play
Couches are plush, no quickies ladies don't rush
You know my flavor, lubricated bareback
Stroke to get live, you melt down, when I tap the sack
Like Kojak, detective, I got your contraceptive
I know your perspective, if you get picked, I'm selective
Rubbin you down, in baths, Calgon bound
You lookin sexy smilin, in that soft nightgown
Baby love it when I blow bubbles, kiss her stomach
She's a dimepiece, I popped up, on the East
The lady is ready, tell Duke I'ma rock her steady
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy (3X)
Tight BM, she wanna give me her W
Take me shoppin, do what I want to, do it when I want to do
I play the game right, work out that back tonight
Disco lights beam, dancin at Southside
She got her lingerie on, sippin on ?
Emotional status, I'm puttin tongues to the baddest
Bitin the peaches, cherries open on the beaches
I got her turned out, screamin in the bleachers
Eatin ?, her friends are mad gettin jealous
Blockin my great view, some knucklehead's down too
Who is it Wizard? I got the address I'ma visit
Go down solo, she workin night, at the GoGo
New York City Ampex, she pays for my reels
She's admire me, her pockets with tons of bills
She lookin good comin from work
I hope she bought me a pair of them expensive ? reels
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy (4X)
Chorus: Kool Keith
I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...)
Players, activator
I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...)
Remote control alligators
[Kool Keith]
I got skill, you're on my tip, now back off
Slack off, let me do this, and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go, flow and blow
Puerto Rico, Southside, Latin, you're feed pattern
Black people mingle, white people, buy my single
Bingo bangle, let go my steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch up, boogie on ya
Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN!
And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain
A bigger pain, you would need novacaine
Bite off Rakim, you copy Big Daddy Kane
You know my steelo, I rhyme against a million people
who think they equal, disguisin as Jamaican people
Fakin, funkin, you're pedigree, your beat is sunk in
Tonka toy of little boy, steppin down to Roy
I'm no joke, I rap for cash and you're buyin a coat
Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma
Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through
Yeah..
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G
No time for promos, get paid when I MC
You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so real and
radio blackout, your format, is not appealin
R&B; can step up, but can't compare to me
You oughta know -- how, I, feel
That's wack, with bookbags, packed on your back
Video bop, my skin is black BET
Program your channels, your grandkids wanna see me
Freakin status, freakin styles, freakin flows
Freakin foes, freakin lyrics, freakin spirits
I make a def person hear it
Duplicate you demonstrate, what I used to make
Remakes I watch, your crew'll imitate
Motivate still skills to pay bills
Creative sauce, watch out, I'm your boss
On Panasonic like Steve, style bionic
You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin
You be out lurkin for danger, in my Ranger
You think I'm bugged man? With Catwoman, like a stranger
Packed with speed, supersonic level Reed
Steelo jets and Bill Blass like rockets
In your pockets, damagin your brain sockets
Yeahhhhh?
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Like Mobile, settin up shop in Alabama
For proper grammar, my style Arm & Hammer
Strong computer, underground like Roto Rooter
Fools critics they mimic, copy, sloppy
MC's get hurt, you blockhead, try to stop me
Digital thinkin, you're blinkin, career sinkin
Old like Mod Squad, you rap like Lincoln
Sideburns turned, you catchin ringworm
A heavy virus, worser than, hepatitis
Schizophrenic like ten people out the clinic
Yankee Stadium uptown, you can't win the pennant
I do construction, you pack up your whole production
Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction
Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right
Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags left
Your style is A, B, C-D
E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-R-S
Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
You put my style on your reels
You went uptown, claimin my sound
Get back, stay down
Chorus 2X
[Kool Keith]
Maxi curl, activator
Brought to you by, Kool Keith
* parts featuring Roger are listed {in brackets}
Yeah..
{He's the master of the game!}
From the South Bronx
I've been doin this
{All the girls know his name}
All the way from the Northeast, to the West
Down South, Miami Florida
{He's the master of the game!}
Jacksonville {Jacksonville}
Tallahassee {Tallahassee}
Master of the game
{In the rappin Hall of Fame!}
[Kool Keith]
Like Tag Team, back again
Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick
Now Joe I know my rap style pro
Let em know, with the quickness, y'all need to witness
Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business
Exercise, like physical fitness
Ride through, I glide through
Bass pump to the trunks inside you
We move it quickly, rap styles swift B
Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and
crafty and nasty, can't put it past me
Step with skills, better call your family
Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse
Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up
Girls connectin it, Ultra legend and
why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate
I keep steppin and, boost my rep again
Speed up, go slow, you got the next then
do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican
Swift to shift up, change the pitch up
DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up
Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly
Chorus: repeat 2X
{He's the master of the game!} {THE MASTER}
{All the girls know his name}
{He's the master of the game!} {THE MASTER}
{In the rappin Hall of Fame!}
[Kool Keith]
I'm warnin, watch yo' backpack mack
Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax
So fast you press up mess up step up
through this when I do this
I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy
Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy
Houston, Tex, out of New York City
Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties
Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and
party's live, might turn into somethin
Let them know though, I'm still pro dough
Companies what, wanna sign me solo
It's Keith you need, let your man try to read
Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed
Step to Keith, let you know what it be G
Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me
Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em
Suckers don't know, how bad I'm madam
Turn and flex and servin necks and
Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and
y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex and
MasterCards, with ceritified checks and
bank bills, fly rims in the hills
Y'all get cups, get more refills
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Check your watch, now watch me partner
Start to welcome back kids like Kotter
Move your pants, while I rock a little harder
Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows
Watch girls work it, movin unopposed
Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip
When I dress, yes, put em all to the test
Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest
Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin
Watch how you actin, I'm rubbin on the back
and MC's is slack and your groups sound wack
Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me
Style get complex, why you concerned B?
I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me
Round and round and big bass soundin
Down South Hustler, big bass poundin
East West, top down to the bone
Motorola, on my cellular phone
Change the tone, get up out my zone
Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you
Stop I'm overdue, jumpin over you
Status gold, to the baddest bro
Chorus
{He's the master} {MASTERRR}
{Master} {KOOL KEITH}
{He's the master} {MASTERRR}
{Master} {KOOOOOl KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH}
{Kool Keith!}
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[robot's voice] Zero Nine El Que ready for report
[woman's voice] System, overload
[*Black Elvis*] The year 2005
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[*Black Elvis*] Are you ready on the right?
[woman's voice] System, overload
[*Black Elvis*] Ready on the left?
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[*Black Elvis*]
Blast full at ten, Keith still solo with no manager
Time clock out, studios, need to block out
Here's my number call me direct, get no feedback
No interviews, channel four, see me on the news
Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone
Address you wonder, don't try to catch me home alone
Up seven o'clock, while you trying to find me on my block
I'm at the airport, you think I'm strange, boardin the plane
Turn off my pager, then quickly, relax my feet
Hotel Onion drinkin brew watchin Sesame Street
You thought you saw me with a wig on, at 7/11
Disguised like Shakespeare with blue chrome behind your ear
My George Washington robe, I still travel the globe
On Pan-Am airflights, I roll in cities after midnight
Stand in your lobby unsuspected, you get neglected
Traffic was hectic..
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[woman's voice] Caution -- warning..
[*Black Elvis*]
Order room service, transfer quick to Holiday Inn
Check out time nine o'clock, coat on, I'm on again
You comin so wack you sound like the _Bulworth_ soundtrack
I'm in the mall steady shoppin while you tryin to call
It's on my answering machine, to speak to me as a dream
Pacific Bell know him, the phone is off, and I'm well known
1-800 number, castle code see to summer
Extreme complicated businessman, can't be reached
No type of headquarters, deserted land, by the waters
Target my focus on, internal thinkin by myself
You catch the treatments hiatus like Sam on the shelf
Move out your zip code with U-Haul, watch you fall
Obtain five boxes callin Mayflower, every hour
You scratch your brain askin neighbors what, now you wonder
{+growl sound+}
[woman's voice] One, two, three, four, five
[*Black Elvis*] Who could that be?
[robot's voice] Xena
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[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[*Black Elvis*]
While you search lookin deep in your Rolodex, I flex, I tell the truth
When I'm serious you think I'm mysterious, drop rap in minutes
Become your problem like Dennis the Menace
Hold up your meetings papi, let's ? to the papparazzi
Unseen heard of your magazine got the nerve of a two-year old crayon writing
Talkin to y'all I'm decidin
Communication leads one step to aggravation
I got my ears closed, back to bookin my own shoes
Level seven eight nine - second dimension
[woman's voice] Stand by
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[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[woman's voice] System, overload
[woman's voice] All systems ready
[woman's voice] Enter voice authorization sample
[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[woman's voice] Enter security access code
[woman's voice] Systems accessed
[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[woman's voice] Access denied
[woman's voice] Activate
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[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up, lookin in the mirror
I am, the original Black Elvis
That's right when you see me, with my wig to the side
wearin my short leather jacket
Marilyn Monroe on my back
I'm livin that life
I'm for real with this
That's what I think about
I like to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin autographs for rappers, while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly, for Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan DeVille's
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
Step in the front row, primetime I move your way
Budweiser Fest soundcheck, demanding more respect
I come correct through the Metro, and turn y'all petrol
I'm up here early bitin donuts sippin on espresso
While you sleep, I creep, gainin ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin phone calls, I'm closin deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry Hill
I'm doin it well, I'm doin it swell
Yeah
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Movin roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio
I talk swift the Rock King Black Romeo
I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo
Damage your area, I'ma launch a fierce missile
I roll schools, movin butt like I'm toilet tissue
What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you
Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw
New Jersey Nets real man, you ain't no Donald Hillman
Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch
Forward your info, while Tony Lou, crank the Benzo
Move out your driveway, white girls look, turn they eyeway
Jealous in fact, tryin to rip the capes off my back
I move with calm and, potential, through instrumentals
Y'all front on BET with slum gold, drivin rentals
I get real dino, runnin groups like a rhino
Endin careers, that's my job, yo your rap is final
Cancel your in-stores, your new job is moppin floors
Fixin tiles, stoppin potholes up on the roof
You work for service no tips man I speak the truth
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two, one two
Pull your hoods down, I bumrush your afterparty
Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry
Pack your bags, I move my luggage to the coliseum
Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum
Changin my zones, drinkin cocktails on cellular phones
I tour with Anthrax, through Texas with the Rolling Stones
Booked by the agency, famous artists payin me
Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin at the moon
Mad atmosphere, ridin first class on British Air
Lobster and steak, while y'all back in time, doin remakes
I'm futuristic, nine-nine, to the year 4000
I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with
fly young ladies, AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes
Brand new models, only seen one, in Colorado
Light green metallic in the Shark Bar, eatin salad
Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin in Beverly Hills
Step up your wildest spaceship kid, in the Plymouth Prowler
Comin down
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two one two
[Kool Keith]
See.. you play around too fuckin much
(How many people you got hurt?)
You ain't learned your lesson yet
(You ain't learned your fuckin lesson)
You still playin and fuckin around
That's all you doin, you playin fuckin around
Youse a little bitch..
Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off
You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin lesson yet?
Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up
And Keith's fucked your whole million dollar aura
Clean cut or thugged out, I don't give a fuck
Niggaz with that champagne shit
Fuckin with me, you'll earn a job in the cleaners
givin motherfuckers a permanent crease
We don't do Entertainment Tonight, Rosie O'Donn-ell
Piss on niggaz like you and take your video models
straight to Church's Chicken, and fuckin McDonald's
Fuck all you glamourized faggot niggaz
Y'all on some real hardcore, maggot niggaz
Catch you in the gridlock in New York City traffic
Hit you in the face with a rock tied up in a fuckin sock
Tell the cops, I'll chase you with a mac-10
Follow your Range Rover with stockin caps
for seventy-eight more fuckin blocks
Watch ambulances and paramedics take off your paragon down
Remove your fuckin mop; take your body pieces
in a fucked up van to a Mexican chop shop
Fuck a bitch-ass bodyguard, bunch of niggaz squealin
Cancel your important meetings, we can do this
Broad daylight, just me and you in a fuckin Jamaican restertaunt
"Who da fuck ya tink you are mon, what ya fuckin doin?
You don't know the FUCK I am" - load three four five clips
Fuckin magazines, I'll show you the fuckin bomb
Ya bloodclot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony
Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
Who's fuckin around with Crazy Tony?
All that bullshit, walkin around with - hard packs
You motherfuckers carryin backpacks
That's right, with your hooded parkas
You motherfuckers suck dick and you're phony
[repeat 4X]
Y'all do y'all shit in the studio
We bring our shit to your face!
['Bumpy']
My mental is sinister, I run shit like a prime minister
You still breathin motherfucker? But now it's time to finish ya
Blood sport, I heard you on life support
but I'ma make sure that you don't take the witness stand in court
Afternoon, I'ma creep up in your room, past the goon
'fore you (??) ba-boom, and I'm sendin yo' ass to the moon
Another motherfucker bite the dust from the lust
to live plush, and he died quick - from the rush
Now I'm Southbound, fuck the 6, take the Greyhound
Any cat cross the line can't hide it's goin down
I got connects with tecs and white boats and jets
Think I'm playin motherfucker? Let me know who next
Silence and not loud, pick you off in the crowd
Now your shorty growin up in the world as a fatherless child
Everybody choose the fuckin way that they wanna play
Just remember one fuckin day that that ass gotta pay
Cause fuckin with my gravy is like rapin my little baby
And you still wouldn't be safe if you joined the fuckin navy
You must be crazy, thinkin yo' ass can get Swayze
but the only fuckin thing you gon' be doin is pushin up daisies
And it won't faze me, cause real gangsters raised me
Ghetto diamonds praised me and thugs slug just craze me
I know it sounds strange, but it's part of the game
I control bitches brains, when they suckin on my sugar cane
My fame came before money you fuckin dummy
Bitches callin me 'Bumpy' while my dick is in they tummy
But if you cross the line, you won't be able to find
they motherfuckin head, they limbs or they spine
So all you bitch motherfuckers better respect mine
if you plan on bein here to see the fuckin sunshine
(BLAOW!) BLAOW! With one in your spine
Keith N 'Bumpy', put one in your spine
[Kool Keith]
Yeah rappers spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down
Take your wig off let me see your bald head
That's right I got you on Kodak
Your pictures are goin out to Black Tail
You're gonna be a star
Yeah..
I heard you quit rap your wife went back to porno flicks
You turned drag queen a call girl doin tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George, blowin flutes
With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills
You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change
You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange
New eyeliner, you was flirtin with a gay designer
Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Kleins
I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns
I looked at her and said, "Mmm.. put your panties back on"
then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on
I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts
Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style
I feel I'm dealin with plastic, watch these fake smiles
Yeah, meet my left and my right
Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (2X)
[Kool Keith]
I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum
I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him
You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion
Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew
Have you scared with crack pipes, your family throwin doodoo
Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires
Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires
Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block
With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked
You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain
Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane
Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne
Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice
Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose
You smokin sherm or what? I paralyze that butt
Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed
Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that caesar
Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (3X)
[Kool Keith]
I gets more wreck, than ? kids in baby's Pampers
Your wife is banned for leavin bras in my hampers
That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me
I'm on Melrose, Nicole's takin sun strolls
Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts
With the name H-O-M-O spelled in your name
You was a woman one time, man I know your game
With panties stuck up, sweat leakin in your crotch
Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much
I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock
Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's suckin cock
With white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks
That homeless monkey, Barbie doll crystal junkie
I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks
Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your asscrack
You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack
Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah
Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (4X)
That's right, nine-six and seven (Reverand Tom)
Representin the scrotum (Octagon)
All the hairs under the testicles (The SharkMan)
Lick.. (Kool Keith)
Yeah, don't buy _The Basement Tapes_
Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes
Labels foldin, goin down in ninety-six
Nobody play the records
City's out, no Tuff, Tuff.. pity
This is the intro
Why are you looking hard with a hood on and timberland boots
Staring at me for one hour -
- when you could walk up and shake my hand? WHY?
Why are you making those mean faces in your videos
With the fish lens effects? WHY?
Why do you walk in the clubs with 30 people around you
And stand in the corner, with big bodyguards for no reason? WHY?
Why do you pull up, in valet parking, with your benz, that is rented?
Fronting on a cellular phone that doesn't work WHY?
Why are you smirking up your face, making obnoxious facial scenes
Like I supposed to be scared (supposed to be scared) WHY?
Who are you? (who are you?)
I circle like sharks while y'all panic
I cruise the atlantic
Y'all think I'm spaced out
human from the earth planet
That's right tomorrow I plan to boo your shows in the apollo
You follow, in the crowd the audience is hollow
Never ending while I'm mind bending resending you the first verse
That you was worse, a drag queen with a purse
unrehearsed Don't try to reverse, harsh words send you to a nurse
Emergency with urgency, non-wrappable comics and
Half of y'all out there got me vomitin (bleh)
Turnin islamic and dominican, indian cambodian watchin nickelodeon tv
You see me lookin at me grabbin my pee-pee, y'all still sleepy
With hard faces tryin to look creepy?
You are the monsters of the original mr. softie, ice cream trucks
{*sung - background*} open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
{*this line unclear*} why are you hating the player ? ? ? ? ? ?
Why can't you see that your fakin is weak?
Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
Why?
Your exaggeration perpetration levels are at exaggerating full speed
Why must I answer to you evil monsters?
{hey keith, we, are the official, haters
And you have sunken into the official hating zone
In which you witness the most salt shaking
Behind your back speaking
Record criticizing cock blocking
In the club costume jewelry wearing
Valet parked lexus renting
Undercover, star-struck
No game-having fake versace shirt wearing
Motel hell living
False muslim being, jungle fever having
Pork-eating demon people
Our purpose here on your planet is to bring you down
If you can evade this evil, you will be the man}
[Kool Keith]
I'll get my manager crazy as hell he'll pull steel
Show these sheisty people the sawed off the pump is real
Then smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put niggaz in fear the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars leave rings around niggaz collars
Front me cash you catch them bodies put em in a stash
Never laugh at you explain plans what to do
Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split
Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin hellgate
All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plates
Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 3X)
I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
For everybody a problem manager
30% get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin president
I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin
up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain
Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
Then shift flop first, and now it's time that you work this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
Niggaz ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin breath
You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo' asscrack
Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract
I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget
Don't try to hide behind that fuckin mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob'
Extortion is over, I cock back, you lose your fuckin job
Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind
With child support, I drag your coffins in the court
We even Steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie
I wake up six o'clock with triggers cocked every morning
I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke
I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don't give a fuck
His shit is wack, their shit is wack
That shit is wack over there
Ain't nuttin fuckin movin
Get some fuckin bullets on the fuckin charts
Fuck that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)
Yo, you're lying
He's lying.. and she's lying
My man over there he's lying
You know what? You're building up a bunch of lies
Straight lies
You got mad guns? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got eleven cars? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the block scared? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a bugged thug? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You doin jail time? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the newest Benz? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the girls ready? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You movin big weight? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You cook in steel pots? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You goin on Soul Train? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You cashin royalties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You did a video? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You smackin everybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You closin all deals? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you manage people? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a movie star? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work with Warner Brothers? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You down with Jamie Foxx? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Youse a druglord? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You pay your mortgage? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You datin fine chicks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You travel solo kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You smackin anybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your own label? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you never lease? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say your record's hot? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You workin hard lady? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You like to clock work? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You at your brother's house? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You tour with Babyface? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You mix on Ni boards? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You talk to Aaron Hall? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You play for the Charlotte Hornets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You buyin a Rolls Royce? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got signin power? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You makin hit records? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say Zach's your cousin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You sellin Knicks tickets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You givin afterparties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You at the Superbowl? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You bought a mansion? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You think you hype rappin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you are the man? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
Your mother thinks she's fly? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say your pops is cool? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your aunt a diamond? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got the kids a gift? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You movin out to Cali? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you doin jacks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You makin millions kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You say you sellin furniture? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work construction? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You got your hair done? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You mess with Lauryn Hill? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You danced with James Brown? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You own a Dodge truck? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
You work at 7/11? ..
[Kool Keith]
New York City! (Keith Turbo)
You're listening to the number one
The one and only (Keith Turbo)
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Pontiac, GTO
That's right, we do it like that
Keith Turbo, the new man
Here we go
Move in close range, with the ARTCC
Air Route Traffic Control Center
I freeze MC's at maximum degrees
??, from the street when I ripped apartments
and the Corman suites
Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace
Your girl starin in my face at 7,000 feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all
Attack ya like roaches
Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport
Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance
Runaway 18-L, pilot one, change in your slot
Number two you're through, dischargin your battery
Stop rappin to me
New York City's number one MC, that's real G
Who's that kid B? Passengers are in position
Change your whole vision
Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Fakin like you Tommy Gibbs
Technology program, you used to know
I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
Man (Keith Turbo)
I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls
That's right
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerillas]
It's all Turbo
Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what to do
RPM 600 pound gorillas, 22 not hot
Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks
Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people
Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin you a lesson
False representation'll leave y'all sweatin in the train station
Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura
That's why I laugh at ya
like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
Financial trainin on the campus
Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency
Don't mess with me
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
That's right y'all, it's all about NASA
When I ride around in my NASCAR
Don't think I'm Richard Petty, or Bobby Unser
or even Al Unser, it's all Indy 500 when I run around
You know it, I come with the fluid like Jackie Stewart
(Keith Turbo)
(Keith Turbo)
(Keith Turbo) *laughing*
(Keith Turbo) *laughing*
(Keith Turbo)
[Kool Keith]
This is the intro
Why are you looking hard with a hood on and Timberland boots
staring at me for one hour -
- when you could walk up and shake my hand? Why?
Why are you making those mean faces in your videos
with the fish lens effects? Why?
Why do you walk in the clubs with 30 people around you
and stand in the corner, with big bodyguards for no reason
Why?
Why do you pull up, in valet parking, with your Benz, that is rented?
Fronting on a cellular phone that doesn't work - why?
Why are you smirking up your face, making obnoxious facial scenes
like I supposed to be scared (supposed to be scared) - why? (Why?)
Who are you? (Who are you?)
I circle like sharks while y'all panic - I cruise the Atlantic
Y'all think I'm spaced out, human from the Earth planet
That's right tomorrow I plan to boo your shows in the Apollo
You follow, in the crowd the audience is hollow
Never ending while I'm mind bending resending you the first verse
that you was worse, a drag queen with a purse, unrehearsed
Don't try to reverse, harsh words send you to a nurse
Emergency with urgency, non-wrappable comics and
half of y'all out there got me vomitin (BLEH)
Turnin Islamic and Dominican, Indian Cambodian watchin Nickelodeon TV
You see me lookin at me grabbin my pee-pee, y'all still sleepy
with hard faces tryin to look creepy?
You are the monsters of the original Mr. Softie, ice cream trucks
{*sung - background*} Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
{*this line unclear*} Why are you hating the player ?? ?? ??
Why can't you see that your fakin is weak?
Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
Why?
Your exaggeration perpetration levels are at exaggerating full speed
Why must I answer to you evil monsters?
{Hey Keith, we, are the official, haters
And you have sunken into the official hating zone
in which you witness the most salt shaking
behind your back speaking
record criticizing cock blocking
in the club costume jewelry wearing
valet parked Lexus renting
undercover, star-struck
no game-having fake Versace shirt wearing
motel hell living
false Muslim being, jungle fever having
pork-eating demon people
Our purpose here on your planet is to BRING YOU DOWN
If you can evade this evil, you will be the man}
[Kool Keith]
Yeah..
Supergalactic lover! (2X)
I was your boyfriend girl lieutenant lover flight commander
Member of the air force, remember when I bought you a Porsche?
Diamond rings with roses, I put pearls in your noses
Put you in heels, paid your school loans and tons of bills
I ripped eight thousand threw a stack up in the fireplace
You couldn't believe it, your mom was there with a sad face
I had you accounts, three million with big amounts
You wrecked your Impala, I seen you at the beauty parlor
Gave you a check engagement ring, four million dollars
Your friends were surprised, your sister couldn't believe her eyes
I walked in with cape, with jewels, on, you know I'm the captain
Outside by the Cadillac three brothers rappin soundin wack and
I kept on steppin legend status, you know my rep and
I see you at eight, turn your pager off, don't be late
Chorus: repeat 2X
Supergalactic lover!
Comin from the projects on the hill
Supergalactic lover!
In my monkey-green ragtop Seville
[Kool Keith]
Exquisite background, with spaceship pictures up on the wall
You changin lingerie quick, you put on pumps, standin tall
Tell me what you thinkin, at the table while you drinkin
You got stress, tell me love, you need a fly dress
Important reasons I will care for you in different seasons
Daytona Beach, catchin the sun, layin on a pillow
Stop your days of worryation lookin out the window
Captain of program, girl I run this Enterprise
Open your eyes, now you realize, now put on thigh highs
Tie your boots up tight, very tight with all your might
Come in the front row, you're a star in a private show
I taught you well, gave you earrings that I bought you well
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Sippin real smooth wine, galactic glasses, wearin maskes
Her suit is armor leather jacket, I'ma wear a bomber
Dark black hats, remember Cato and the Green Hornet
I step up on it, test the flight switch, move a nice switch
Adjust the tempo makin complex into somethin simple
A masquerade party while bartenders, pass Bacardi
Lemon juice or orange bintz, parked with a sunroof
Brown ragtop, spaceship movin ridin down your block
Power jets millineium, level five is next
(Crank up the space, beam up)
Chorus
Supergalactic lover! (5X)
[Kool Keith]
VoiceMail, pagers
These are the things that robots carry
to get they hair done
Eyes made up
Difference effects to their bodies
Sometimes, too many to even know
The life of a robot
Yo, don't waste my time on the phone, girl I'm goin to bed
That movie resteraunt you need cash that game is dead
I pull your wig off, you step back, you have a tantrum
I hold your rent money, contacts I hold for ransom
Cut off your phone bill, Merecedes wrecked, in the Mobil
That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four-track
Your mother's callin, for WIC checks, she soundin wack
I bought your first food, high-class, you was rude
House with no heat on, with slippers on, you walkin nude
Back with your girlfriends I cancel banks stop your shoppin
You work with kneepads, you loose stiff on Soul Train poppin
Your head keep boppin, you face out, with purple tracin
I put you out, we can end this at the gas station
Let's do this now, not impressed, I'ma show you how
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
I'm seein robots, lah lah lah lah lah lah
I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal
License in California, ID's phony not illegal
Livin with roommates, you camp out, with paper plates
Broke Panasonic speakers missin playin Puff and Mase
Clear up yo' acne, girl what yo, how you act B
Call police up, tell them what? How you tried to smack me
I'm movin thorough on the freeway callin you on three way
Watchin my back got your friends all on instant replay
You say you married sewed your weave in, yo where's your ring at?
Interscope records got your demo girl, where you sing at?
Pull out your masters, your DAT's, all you have is cats
Pet little turtles in your bedroom, enough for headroom
Usin your restroom when, company come, that's your best room
I stay the dopest while you party hard, losin focus
Starin in mirrors combin hair, with the kids on welfare
I watch your mailbox like Vietnam guerilla warfare
That's not your real hair, rip credit cards, I don't care
Liposuction, Jenny Craig, is yo' introduction
Volkswagen fog up, your dirty engine Boo smog up
You hit the malls and, with chip phones, makin calls and
I'm audi 5, yeah
Chorus
I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
I'm seein -- goo goo gah gah, them ugly kids call me da-da
Missin they father while you try to pawn the ring and phones and
You probably Jonzin, gettin greedy, eatin at Tony Rhome's and
stuffin your mouth out with fat pigs, you smokin cigs
Rip out your buttcrack, no bras out, to fit your back
Skinny legs, trip on, you get your grub and rip on
The DJ spin the club is wack, yo they close at ten
They turned the lights on, I seen your mug, you looked bugged
Close your face, I see your rims, I know you freebase!
Chorus 3X
(I'm seein robots!) All you model robots
With mechanical legs, fake hips, implants
Little chips in your arms
Body movement, metal metallic, unpure
.. Robots (little robots)
Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil (R-O-B-O-T)
(R-O-B-O-T) Metal, robots
(Little go go romance robots)
(Little go go romance robots)
[Kool Keith]
Yo yo yo
Worldwide, worldwide
Kool Keith in Bronx housing
Ninety-nine, 2000
As we get biz, yeah
I'ma let you have it
Let's do this
Yo, my life is clientele, while pro people talk about me
Cut empty pocket, shark faces like electric sockets
Sideburns with afro, nasty pro, throw like Rollo
In Wells Fargo, cashin checks while you tryin to borrow
My game is cut through, plastic come, we can see through
disco music, jazz loops, I ain't tryin to be you
Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design
My head is on right
Back up kid you wasn't born right
Playin center I block your wack raps like Bill Cartwright
Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds
All MC groups will be cartoons like Mother Goose
No joke I bust back
Kid for real, watch your buttcrack
Entourages, movin neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers
Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages
Cadillac spin, open magazines, Vibe again
You're jealous stare lickin, paws like you're Rin-Tin-Tin
I'm back again, I stop your programs like Gentle Ben
Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil
School today! Grown man, I don't play
[Kool Keith]
Back up the turnpike, watch Mad Max turn into you
Get gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin through you
I come to boo you, best believe, I'm a damager
Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager
Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the Elephant Man
Look through my records analyze me like I'm Michael Jackson
Collect my vinyl DJ moves spinnin on my wax and
groupies in line, camera flashes, I don't need the action
Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in Modell's
while y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin L's
CD's get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt it
I turn on others, light up this, when I'm cookin muffins
That's on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my Ampex reels
Pay for studio time, droppin verse with dope words
I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve
Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business
That's if you with this, yo Craig, there will be no witness
I'm comin through with Bronx Crew, a black, boo-ba-babboon
Tecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockin
Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Yo, what are you doin lookin in my closet?
Why are you tryin to try on my sneakers?
Stop lookin around in my kitchen
That's right it's Honeycomb up there, raviolis
Everything a regular man eats
I'm not the Elephant Man, whassup?
You don't scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair
Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at Madison Square
With security, you can't call the Secret Service
Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin agent nervous
Backstage passes special units break your Fendi glasses
Cancel your flights, Town Car, see me in the brown car
Rip up your passport, I follow you through Kennedy airport
Lock up the gates, town seize up, like Norman Bates
Book Hotel Niko change my face up, in Puerto Rico
Julio Gongado bumpin beats, in a El Dorado
I'm movin swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly
Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season
That's the reason I'll be easin, eatin cheese and
that's right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..)
Chorus
Yeah, that's right, watch your backpacks
For the nine-nine to the 2000
From Bronx Housing
Housing..
So what you got your first deal?
Who you signed with, nigga?
Epic?
Def Jam?
I don't give a fuck if you're with Warner Bros.
Who you signed with, nigga?
Muthafuckin Loud?
Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550
Fuck it if you're with Dreamworks
And if is, your in-house commercial-ass producers
Can suck out the interior out of my dick
Y'all still 75, that ain't no new shit
Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop shit
Don't worry about who the fuck I hang with
Jealous muthafuckas
I'm tired of niggas fooling muthafuckas
Actin like they drug dealers
All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car shit
You can pull the Speedos and suck my dick
Tell your corny fans who believe that shit
Lick the back of my ass quick
I'ma shut faggots down
Especially muthafuckas with that gay-ass production
New millenium homo sound
Smack the shit out of you for doin that wack-ass shit you do
50 bodyguards surround you
Keepin men that fuck you in the ass around you
Standin like you runnin shit, you ain't the fuckin President
Posin with ugly bitches in your video who take AIDS medicine
You don't wanna fuck with me or rock with me
Or rhyme on any block with me
Fuck the rap museum
I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C.
Between Public Enemy
Some assholes jealous me
I don't care no more about your lyrics
The average MC is bullshit, I don't hear it
Fuck you talkin about you rap with a good spirit
I make rappers intimidated
Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated
Even suburban kids copy your shit and duplicate it
My balls you now cherish
By some new-ass MC about to perish
Type of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery
Your CD was butter-soft - what you tellin me?
A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy
A bitch like you would rhyme with a curfew
Niggas with real shit will hurt you
The girl scout club I refer you
Bastard you
Your man rap, new nigga, he's wack, fuck you
Stay low, I'm above you
Erase your shit, I don't dub you
FUCK YOU
FUCK YOU
Muthafucka
FUCK YOU
Muthafucka
FUCK YOU
Yeah
You been rappin for 20'000 years
And you ain't got your fuckin deal yet?
What the fuck
Don't take your problems out on me
And the rest of you muthafuckas
Walkin around lookin like some old alien niggas
Muthafucka, I pull your face off
'bout to show you what the fuck you look like
Cause you keep it real
Too real muthafuckin broke
2001
Nobody was sayin that shit when I was payin for them fuckin hot wings
Hope you burn your fuckin lips
FUCK YOU
Muthafucka
FUCK YOU
Muthafucka
FUCK YOU
Muthafucka
FUCK YOU
ASSHOLE
Yeah girl
I've been checkin out Big Willie Keith
He been trickin a lot of bills on me
Mmm-hmm!
I think I'ma show him somethin tonight
A lap dance I would say
Yeah, that's what I'ma do
Yeahhhh..
[Kool Keith]
I'm like a freak from Hunts Point, the bronze and the gold
Wear my drawers in tight mode, naked with no coat
Walkin around, I see youse about to lose her
That honey with white boots, and hair like Medusa
Brown-skin fine, I drink her body like wine
and throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine
I drunk a forty, I'm up in here feelin naughty
I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty
I got no time to trick, on the average girl
I'm in paradise, caught up, in the booty world
And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly
I ain't no Chemical no Bank in your human eye
I like my spot, everybody's butt naked
Pump with G-strings, watchin hot momma shake it
I got my beer, viewin from the back rear
Yo brotherman, pass it right over here
I got to ease off the stress, like a eight to five
Keepin it real vexed, them panties wanna get live
Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up
Yea yeah yeahhhh
Chorus: Kool Keith + girl (repeat 2X)
Yo baby (whassup?)
Don't crush it when you sit upon it
(Yo baby) whassup?
(Don't rush it when I sit upon it)
[Kool Keith]
I see you scopin me, the fourth time you cut your eye
Left the brother to catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye
I'm next on the menu, runnin up and in you
with seven rubbers on me, don't try to discontinue
We gots to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly
Delicious kickin, no leather like I'm Fonzarelli
I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink
Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don't stink
I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex
I'm shootin gizm, then after you can pick up next
I watch you shake it, like palm trees in California
Now you a lady, mature and I'm rubbin on ya
I got my Phantom mask, I'm on the dolo
I slipped in my Tipton, bonin sweetie look like Yo-Yo
She had a good time, knees bent in the chair
She said, ";Get wild - I like it when you pull my hair";
I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots
I see a packed house in different color body suits
I'm in the front row, chillin on the down low
Checkin her dogstyle, she's ??
I'm from the back kid, smooth with tons of grease
Denver and Texas, and Cali on back to East
She hittin switches, and watch she make it lowride
Zoot, zoot, zzzzzzzt
Chorus 1.5X
[Kool Keith]
It's three o'clock, the morning shift's about to come
Watchin Goldie lapdance, that grey hiney ain't no slum
I gets my workout, my slickest hand from every angle
She's on the job right, cutiepie sippin Tango
I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill
I'm comin straight up, and not for a breakfast meal
This ain't no Burger King, this ain't no White Castle
Not like some ugly girls in Bentleys tryin to give a hassle
I like the slot machine, bustin nuts mean
Slippery wet lubrication like Valvoline
I'm pullin nylon, yo dead up G, to the side
Feelin soft flesh, I'm hard, I'ma let her ride
Jump up and down, get live like House of Pain
Leavin em so wet, the silk with a tan stain
I reach a climax, she's happy with her orgasms
Go on girl!
Chorus 2X
[Keith] Hey baby.. my name is Keith
[Girl] Hi Keith
[Keith] I always see you comin home from school, work
or college, wherever you comin from
[Girl] Mmm-hmm
[Keith] I'm a big secret admirer of you
I see you all the time
Sometimes you don't even look very happy
[Girl] No I'm not happy at all
[Keith] I wonder, what's really goin on in your life
Would you tell me?
[Girl] A lot of problems
[Keith] But I got things to tell you
[Kool Keith]
I like your pretty eyes
Tell me where you get your hair done, your face so clear
With fourteen carats diamonds in your ear
He beat you up, I'll eat you up, reheat you up
Come fix your life, make you my wife, improve in time
No wine and dine, don't waste my time, mature your mind
I redesign, you changin faces
Stop playin games girl, you two of clubs, I'm pluckin aces
Your girlfriends don't matter
Jealousy's another info, she thinks I'm mental
I love you keep it confidential
Chorus: Kool Keith
You're that fine girl from high school, college graduate
Lady always on my mind, girl can you imagine it?
{repeat Chorus 3X}
[Kool Keith]
I seen you cryin
Relyin on some old backbone prone
I give you stuffed animals, sprinkles on a chocolate cone
You turn your face up
Your body shaved legs to the waist up
You feelin sad, face down, always lookin mad
I counteract, I contact
Spot you out where the maps at
I caught you starin, why you actin baby?
There's no slackin, the second time I work this
This ain't no clown and circus
You takin Advil, for headaches
I met you girl on purpose
Stressed out with girlfriends
That zero hero leasin his Benz
You under peer pressure
(You think about it girl, think what you really doin)
{repeat Chorus 4X}
[Kool Keith]
I dial your home phone
Know your code and area zone
You trapped in mom's house, restrictions feel like Minnie Mouse
I know you turnin yearnin learnin
plus your heart is burnin, I'm still concerned while you blinkin
My mind is thinkin, outside your area
You got that space for occupation, big motivation
Let me drop my fierce information
Come here girl, I wanna talk to you
I wanna tell you a lot of things
Different things that you never talked about
Different things you had to go through
What I've been through, before you've even been with
I'm tellin you
{repeat Chorus 4X}
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, straight from the ranch
Motion Man {*echoes*}
J. Reno, Kool Keith {*echoes*}
Kool Keith
I used to rock a booty butt banger with a hanger
Snap back with back slaps, bypass them corny raps
Perhaps some action, maxin in the Turb' relaxin
Unique investigator, sportin More alligators
From here to Virginia, clubs when I step up in ya
Tell the maid from my toes, to my shoulder blade
Extreme act up on front stage, make em back up
You get that workout, that head piece gettin slapped up
Now turn yo' lip up, you drop that mic you turn yo' lip down
I spin on stage like, blowin mics, make you sit down
From here to North Carolina, 95 to South Carolina
Atlanta Georgia Florida flowin down, like I'm water
Mexican Indian, fly girls, the Puerto Ricans
Pum-pum-pump the eight-oh-eight-oh-eight-oh-eight-oh peakin
Now start spectacular, expert, them legs will work
Bronx Bomber watch em strip, Eddy tip that fine mama
Hydraulics expand, while drums bang like Gap Band
I clap hand, take his mic, give him five to my man
Switch his work to talent shows, I do concerts
Light up shirts like 4th of July atomic fireworks
Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks
Yeahhhhhhhh...
Chorus: Motion Man + Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
[M] Clifton! Santiago
[K] Keith, Telavasquez (PSYCH!)
[Clifton Santiago]
My name is Cadillac Clifton Santiago
At the bodega, I need a fat sandwich major
You know my switches, Impala drop, scrapin sparks
I mack these bitches, white Asian Puerto Rican
Black Russian Haitian, with jungle fever, I ain't hatin
A cup more Coppertone, I'm cappin on your kinky ear
Bitches they stare, cause I'm WILD cock diesel
Boy hopin that I recognize they girls in this song
Bodda-boom-bodda-bing bodda-bing-da-bing-bong, yo check it
I call up Televas-quez, he's gettin ass
And when he finish, call up Santiago and bring the cash
I'm out to desecrate, move wild Western state
I got your sister lickin ass, suckin hairy balls
My occupation downfall and bringin niggaz bad luck
My name is Clifton Santiago salesman at the mall
I'm full ?, a hundred niggaz deep up in the movies
Like Greg I'm groovy, yo Bobby sit and watch the movie
and kick that hoe out with that one tooth, lookin goofy
She's on my tab, better make popcorn to pay her half
They know I'm wild, I don't mess around with chickenheads
Barney and Fred, Wilma Betty Bam-Bam Pebbles
(On different channels, lyrics)
Chorus
[Ev Dog]
Slidin through the back of the do'
You didn't see me in the midst, with my pistol, Ev Dog
Flyin heads is my job, I will clobber you
Walkin backwards, chosin jacket, turn around
Gloves on, opposite hands
Can you recognize me?
I wear Blu Blocker shades so you can't see what I see
Holdin a mirror up, so I don't run into nobody
but I don't care, cause I know karate (HI-YAH!)
Vulcan Pinch and that Yoga too
Don't you know I'm Stretch Armstrong in the flesh
with a mocha tan, and a criminal mind?
Like Chairhead Chippendale, yeah
Comedy? Yes, no? Maybe not
But if I got a lip don't zip
Baggy jeans on, walkin through a crowded room
Avoid all contact with me, click boom!
People scatter stop that chatter they resort to screamin
Am I dreamin, drunk or just zooted out?
I need help call 9-1-1 pronto
My modus operandi is complete
One down, many to go, others to show
the argonaut is ain't no fuckin circus sideshow
Ringling and Barnum and Bailey we are not
Wild Kingdom Mutual of Northern Cal
Hahahaha..
Chorus 2X
[Kool Keith]
Yeah!
For the 2000 (2000)
Black Elvis (Black Elvis)
We get raw with this (hand me my guitar)
Tour bus packed (tour bus packed)
Black Elvis, recordin in the 48-track studio
Madison Square Garden soundcheck, to speak direct
Fans in the upper level, backstage passes
Wearin diamonds around my glasses, leather coat
Thirty thousand from Wilson, countin the mill's
I'm talkin to Andre Harrell with a chaffeur drivin me around
in the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel, on Fifth Avenue
Steppin in Bloomingdale's, waitin for Celine Dion to get her nails done
Tour dates start tommorrow, MCI send the cash through Wells Fargo
Black Elvis, 28 G's a night
Tour bus with the Motley Crue, who gon' stop who?
Rock star don't need no tattoo
Guitar out of the sharp, Fender bass with the Stratocaster
With Prodigy, Rage Against the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean
with the potion
Chorus: Kool Keith
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway
What y'all thinkin about?
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway
Chillin in the project hallway
(repeat 1.5X)
[Kool Keith]
Tour bus, painted neon green with black wheels
We do big wheels, count big head Franklin bills
Movin up that's when I'm Black Elvis at the Civic Center
Promoter book venues that are too small, ignore the call
Seventy thousand jam packed arenas
with rock fans wearin backpacks
Merchandise sell nice gold shirts with red lights
Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken
The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again
Roadie cases for eight months, Samsonite suitcases
Rappers comin home with no money on the red eye with dead eyes
Stadium tickets, watch scalpers get wicked
Pull up in my limo ejecting your demo (your demo)
Stretch lamborghinis with four doors, with four floors
Followin right behind yours, basic Continental
Get out your rental before I get mental
(Yeah baby)
Chorus 2X
[Kool Keith]
Huge signs on highways, you see the biggest advertisements
I meant to man the bombs off and skip my next assignment
Walk in the Sony building, grab checks
Stop in a Hilton, Warner Brothers Chap' on the back
of my royalty statements, my name is Matthew
Three apartments on the West with 200 songs
Five minutes each on Ampex reels
At the Shark Bar chewin billionaire meals
At the Apollo, can you digest?
I'm a hard act to swallow
With a Paris France with a real estate agent
that's building me a kid's playground in Denver, Colorado
Vacation unknown when I'm speakin 3-way with Roberto Duran
and Sugar Ray Leonard on the cellular phone
Upstate Connecticut, hold you rap style with a better grip
(I'm a rock star now)
Chorus 2X
[Kool Keith]
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too
Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards
with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears
That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit
That's some old REAL Michael Jackson shit
I'm comin with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit
Fuck the impact eventually
cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin out there
Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
What the fuck do I care?
Niggaz with they ass out
Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out
Motherfuckers ain't networkin
Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles
Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em
Bringin mad shit from down South
Big after-parties I'ma turn my phone off
I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard
No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world
Fuck the critics everything I make is a hit
Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old
carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit
Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway musical shit
I don't even listen to that cartoon shit
Tell your A&R; and his wife to get out my fuckin life
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM*}
Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo' cassette single is gay
Writin that bullshit I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday
Butter soft sissy shit
I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit
Yo' shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit
White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga
Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit
I tell you straight G I can't fuck with it
Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack
Any bitch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you
Rusty nigga that don't use soap
I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat
Don't ever act hardcore
Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga
You never even been in a fuckin street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic
Untalented bitch like you some wild ass
inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM*}
Then I really disrespect all production out there
That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck Johnny Hammond
Sonny Stitch, that shit ain't gettin you rich
Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks
I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass
And all you motherfuckers actin like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin that shit on tour
Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore
Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor
Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?
I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
27 shots! {*BLAM BLAM BLAM*}
[Kool Keith]
Yeah.. so you called me last night
You was kinda confused huh?
You didn't know what to do
All excited over these football players and baseball players
Whassup? You lookin for a million dollars or somethin?
Man you kinda confused
Freak mode! I'ma have sex, so let em feel
Touch my private, my thing made of steel
Shootin gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism
I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley
I'm on the hill, not North in Peteskill
Big Willie servin, now tell me how you femmes feel
I'm in the Cadillac, drivin in a droptop
People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop
I'm on the highway, girls pull em down my way
Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday
The woman's out, the Phantom pushin more clout
I'm watchin ? with Sam, drinkin Guinness Stout
Bourban booze, green alligator shoes
Union comissioned sex, government intelligence
What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant
Materialistic, ugly man is plastic
No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap
Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep
Interfere, in my spot, and he's comin here
She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear
Chorus: Kool Keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X)
[Kool Keith]
No affections, condom style, I got no yeast
Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East
Breakin honies down, mackin here to Petersberg
Virginia Slim, turn the freaks out in Lynchburg
With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
Your hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey
I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way
Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot
Actin like Troop, he say he signed with a group
He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop
.. lyin to you to get thrilled
Droppin them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo
I got a style if a brother wanna know
Smokin that stink blunt, you still sniffin blow
Nose runnin on time with green slime
Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind
Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano
Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock
I'm in a two-door, with bass comin through your block
Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix
California butt, MC's suckin more what
Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work
Jheri Curl Jones, spendin cash on a skirt
Plan to win, whassup with Uncle Ben?
Brother is sly, fatback bacon
Still fakin, his voice chords achin
You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex
Dogstyle champ, hittin booty for butt sex
I can't disguise myself like Michael Jackson
The flasher, are you ready for action?
Chorus: Kool Keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (3X)
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
[Kool Keith]
I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt-naked
in a discotechque, don't tell me ladies can't take it
Just to have my drawers in a overcoat
My El Dorado lean, the black Caddy float
down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill
Honies in red zone, tell me how them drawers feel
Suckin on the hippie, on the Mississippi
Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie
Five and five, equal ten
Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again
Blowin it up, I drop my own bomb
Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm
You in my way my man, yo B excuse me
I didn't call your girl, why accuse me?
I think you're insecure, not sure
if your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin at my door
Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash
You can't clean, tell em black
He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act
Stack with fume, and twenty-four flicks
You can't win, takin shots like the Knicks
I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy
Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally
Pretty woman standin there with her ugly man
I don't want to shake his hand
Chorus: Kool Keith
Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (6X)
Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
Yo Keith man
I just turned off the TV man
Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man
We gotta do somethin man, yo
Do it
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases
Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
Videos exaggerate things you never make
Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake
The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you
Original fraud, funny with a mic cord
Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour
Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out
After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out
You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore
You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people
Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers
Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard?
You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred
Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war
You ain't in the army kid..
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3X)
[Kool Keith]
Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up
I'm there you're scared
You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird
You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door
Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more
Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrush
You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust
You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts
Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts
Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him
Your crew pressured more, to even act harder
You took New York, down South them folks, wasn't havin that
Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin at?
You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style
Freestyle the same style last week
you was bitin off that kid Bo Peep
With no panties on, your rectum got torn
Rearranged, I caught you after the show
Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film
Tryin to sell pictures of your lover
with you, molestin your little brother
I smacked you and stole your pistols
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to Catholic school?
But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front
This is just gimmicks to sell my records
The people don't have to know
I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft
Me and my friends all of us
We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick
I'ma cancel all the studios, I'ma find you in New York
You fucked it up for everybody
When I see you I'ma punch you in your fuckin face
You and that other faggot ass nigga that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) Ensoniq or Platinum Factory
I know you be in fuckin Chung King
I'ma search around motherfuckin D&D;
[Kool Keith]
Fuck you nigga, criticizin my shit, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak nigga, don't speak nigga, face the trigger
What you know about my shit?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? You fuckin hatin it
Backpack ass nigga, how you figure?
Fuck a cypher, I get live on your favorite ass corny ass niggaz
I'm a survivor, no village ass shit
Motherfuckers walkin around tryin to be Bob Marley and Lenny Kravitz
That scarf shit around everybody's head is for faggots
Get on stage I throw lettuce and cabbage
You fuckin with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 Puerto Ricans gettin out a fuckin Chevrolet
I don't play, fuck your bodyguard Big Rae
I chop your hands off and throw your fuckin fingers in the ashtray
Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way
Chorus: Kool Keith
Operation.. extortion (4X)
[Kool Keith]
Why you curse so much nigga? Fuck you, duck you
loadin this motherfuckin tec up, there's a lot of things I must do
click up, shut the fuck up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-ass cast, counterfeit bitch-ass
I'ma see how long that choreographer dance shit last
Make you take the CD's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some shit
and make you piss on yourself
No guest list, I better get past this
type of motherfucker to wait outside the club
for your black dumb-asses, I'ma have a contest
See which bitch-ass nigga get in they car the fastest
Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen Dodge
Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage
Yo black burn this nigga
Watch how Kentucky Fried I turn this nigga
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) Frank
That's what you get for fuckin with Hank
Give all your fuckin credit cards, niggaz with ski masks
took your mink coats at Chemical Bank
Visa America take this shit fill up the gas tank
I told y'all I was gon' slap that motherfucker
and baseball bat that motherfucker
Your man with his bullshit mixtape ran out Hot 97 like a sucker
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
at least to get one of you motherfuckers
You owe me for damage
I know a Dominican that's ready to stab your fuckin manager
Catch a homicide and catch a Greyhound bus out to Canada
Chorus
Kool Keith
Checkin out of the Venetian Hotel
That's right, flight to Africa
Mastercharge
Yeah..
Chorus: Kool Keith
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa (4X)
[Kool Keith]
MC's is wack, I'm lookin at the Robb Report
Eighty-thousand-sixty-two Bentley
Owner of the Houston Astrodome, Don King represent me
(?) bus with gold trim and you can't act up frontin on your lemon
Legend status with keys to the MGM Grand
Got your wife and kids holdin my poster, grabbin my hand
All I hear is a bunch of wack primetime MC's sayin
I hate him cause he's great
He's on all the billboard and the highway
Face is on soup cans and milk crates
Resteraunts with movie theaters in 'em
Continental airlanes, planes we buyin off the lot
while y'all rent 'em
Excursion flights with Bill Clinton
Takin fine girls out to Washington to get they extensions
Usin my TV phone I see girls in they thongs
fantasizin while they home alone
Pack my bags - I need room service
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Cause my face is in the newspaper every week
Pronounce words right - ask Jesse Jackson how I speak
Sign my autographs for Jagged Edge and Sisqo on 125th Street
Red carpet on the sidewalk
I gotta step on it before I talk
Part investor of the Utah Jazz, I'm the real king of New York
London cashmere, walkin around with Guiliani regular football shirt
Tailors grab my Armani, maids cook dinner
Sauteed fish and shrimp
Dallas Mavericks want me as a baldheaded five-eight guard
with a ninety-five inch vertical, Vince Carter respect my legs
Ask Shawn Kemp; Wes Unseld and the NBA commissioner
takin pictures of me in front of Nell's
Special election day got chocolate girls with flowers dresses on
You would swear they Naomi Campbell and Nia Long from section 8
Yes, I guess
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Bustin no freestyles, lookin at you in the back of the car
Rappin for twenty miles
I'm sittin in the back of the limo with the fly brim-o
Me in a black Cadillac, Elliot Ness
Sendin rappers with doo-rags an S.O.S.
You wanna rap big man? Take Mickey Mouse off your chest
I let you wear your vest; plaid shirts or stripes
is that the way your stylist make you dress?
She should be sued for that
Contract renewed for that
And on stage, you should be booed for that
I'ma tap you in the back and let everybody know they wack
Yo SkyCab hand me my platinum suitcases
Chorus
New! Two-thousand-one..
{*DJ scratches: ";Kool Keith";*}
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith Keith..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith Keith..
Baddest, MC!
[Kool Keith]
Velvet robe, body like Hector Comacho
Kissin Puerto Rican girls on they earlobes
Victor Ramosa standin on Fermosa
Big whip, fat you own a orange Rolls Royce
Comin down Pico, up North Lenox
Heads with backpacks
move like they try to act like they don't hear it
System bust, I don't rap freestyle no more
Stopped smokin angel dust
I bring drama to your tour bus, we comin all 800 of us
Project one, project two, project three
My Recena Houses, Jackson Houses, Webster Houses
How that sound to you mouses?
Jamaicans from ??, and Patterson Houses
";Lift up Star, Keith mon, let me know I'll cut 'is t'roat";
Other rappers standin around, jealous lookin broke
Need to be in double dutch, jumpin rope
Y'all Northtown folks - comin down to Manhattan World
Serious soul food made by black girls
Cornbread and beepers above your head
I'ma stop at the red light cause it's red
{*DJ scratches: ";Kool Keith";*}
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith Keith..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Kool..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith Keith..
Baddest, MC!
[Kool Keith]
Fascinatin with the quickness
I make models come to public housing and visit
That's how technical I get exquisite
Bangin on pipes
Lookin at cops walkin up the stairs with flashlights
Most MC's wearin leg-warmers and tights
I come with Dominican girls with bodies like Jennifer Lopez
Wearin tight shorts from Washington Heights
Ride first class with flights to Santo Domingo
with sombrero performin my single
with my hype-man Al Gringo
I'll watch you in the front cat don't let your face get wrinkled
Side effects miss you
Jump around you gonna need a napkin and a tissue
When I gross up the max you count the issue
Buy The Source cover for twelve months
and send other rappers over to pose
and take pictures for some potato chips and Cap'n Crunch
That's how I take suckers out to lunch
Forget the internet, the website, that's no way to step right
I ain't sittin by no computer, I'm goin to Bermuda
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Kool..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Yeah..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Yeah..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
Keith..
Baddest, MC! {*";Kool Keith";*}
[girl] Don't I know you?
[guy] Do you?
[girl] Well ahh.. I'm Laurie Kessler, haven't we met before?
[guy] Have we?
[girl] Maybe not
[Kool Keith]
Back stage! ..
See girl after the show I'm not to be idolized
Overwhelmed by a new obsessed fan
No I don't wanna answer your questions
Are you some kind of journalist, follow me around?
Come on in the bathroom
Now you wanna see how Keith acts at home
Call your girlfriends
Now you wanna see the way I P-I-S-S
Beggin me to get a magic marker to sign my name on your back
You're very young, and giggly with pre-washed Levi's on
You don't know how to act - let's party, how about it?
I don't wanna party drink Bacardi what you think I look like;
the purple dragon Barney?
[Chorus]
Back stage! You're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! You're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, stop lookin all around
Back stage! You're excited..
[Kool Keith]
I'm totally attracted to you, but you turn me off as a fan
Approachin me back stage with a guy that's not your friend
Lyin to get a laminate - is that your man?
Some weird guy starin at me like Peter Pan
There's no time to talk about how I got started in rap
I'm goin straight home
You don't know, I'ma leave you alone
Why should I waste my time, get no sleep?
I just got off stage, you're still complainin
You shoulda stayed on stage longer at the New Orleans Superdome
What you want from me? You took my picture;
you got my autograph - I'm not tryin to crack any more Coronas
I hate the smell of beadies
and you have a bunch of dinky friends, and a adolescent staff
You are immature
[Chorus]
Back stage! You're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! You're excited..
[Kool Keith]
Laugh at yourself, put your whole world on the shelf
Do that stupid stuff with Weird Al Yankovich
Go try to figure out somebody else
First of all, you're living through my CD
Second you don't know me
Base your life on fan magazines I go shoppin everyday
When I'm in a small boring city you don't see me
If I told you I had eighteen hands
you're so tuned and tweaked out, your ass would believe me
[Chorus]
Back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! You're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! You're excited..
[Kool Keith]
Yeah! Straight from New York City
It's all the way live - youknowhatI'msayin?
And I gotta tell you like this
Like Shan said, I pioneered this
And I'ma let you have it
Super status, structure, lyrically the baddest
No time to perpetrate on front street, I rock the fattest
Ultimate ego, your rap style, sounds feeble
Bionic black man, crowd packed with tons of people
No one the equal, should grab the mic, stop my sequel
Purchase your ticket, I been here since Wilson Pickett
Shut off your rap dream, career's over, that's on high beam
You on the trampoline learnin, you still concernin
I burn your index, spray your raps like they insects
I want that action
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)
I do this all the time
(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
I do this all the time
(Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)
[Kool Keith]
Movin steady through yo' zip code, arrangements, your lip fold
Y'all Billboard hype companies line that y'all ship go
Got your mom believin the label clown pick your room up
Y'all stuck in contracts in pop's house, clean your room up
I pull your charter from the blind side, to the start up
There'll be no star, pull them stickers off your rented car
Your man is playin also, a fake mafioso
His rap is so-so, I'm warmed up like chocolate cocoa
Who you know go? Get that kid, off your promo
I move like Marko, New York City think I'm Cuomo
You sayin, ";Oh no, Keith is droppin big solo";
I hang on Grand Street, with shoppin bags down on SoHo
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
Catch you out there, with mic stands, cords in yo' hand
Youse a first year rookie, duplicatin Method Man
I test yo' skills, fanbase that only go to Peteskil
Servin headwork, new MC's, watch your neck jerk
I'm such an expert, I pull you quick, stop your concert
I drop my interludes sharp now, words and inserts
Back your face up, while sound man, turn the bass up
You wearin makeup, your skirt is short, sippin a quart
You think you're hardcore? You're opposite, rappin softcore
Kickin metaphor with zeroes, I give you a score
Monster amateur, I move up kid, then I damage ya
Check one two
Chorus
(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
(Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)
(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
(Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)
(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
(Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)
[Kool Keith]
Kool Keith in the house..
Y'all on that Enquirer, Crispin Judd, Ben Affleck bling
I don't care about all that new band on the Spin cover
Can't sing, ukelele figures
Watch it MTV, let's get funky
Who added these ukelele niggaz?
Overpromote me, spend a lot of money on me like Smilez & Southstar
Before I wet up your steering wheel
Move on your Louis Vuitton decoration in your car
Don't offer me a drink, I don't wanna go to the bar
[x2]
I get in you, I continue, I boost up the menu
[Kool Keith]
Pull over please, now look at your wannabe bleedin knees
Sunflower seeds all over your Bentley floor
Train monkeys to put the Huggies on
Defecate on your El Dorado roof, that's hardcore
Put salve on your face for the cold sore
Same world with a cold war, wearin a facemask
What's that disease comin over from Japan and Singapore?
Find feces on the floor, your dresser
Turn your girl to open the drawer
Rewind and do it again, the enemy, I found it
Go back and look in your car, serial shitter
Not a killer, FedEx animal waste
To the record labels I'm more iller
Adrenaline rush
8 gallons of urine packed in Dolce Gabbana bags
Under the Greyhound bus
Real alligators, movin in garment bags
You don't wanna ride with us
You wastin time talkin jive with us
You better get on this baby, and get live with us
Move it, I'm tellin you
Buick Skylark, beige convertible with a big dent on the side
Movin through the streets, with crack smokers in a used ride
The OJ's bumpin on the passenger side
Tom Greeno, movin distribution deals out to Trenton, New Jersey
His man out West, Tommy S
Pressin up from El Camino
Usin the same masterin lab on the D.O.
Money D known as Tony Blaze, what he, went to see his P.O.
Upper class, witty
Kool Keith stood on the Twin Towers before
Peed a hundred stories off, my urine covered the rush hour
Everybody had umbrellas walkin around New York City
Lookin gritty, the wet in the game
I put the pet in the game
I put the basketballs, you bought the net in the game
Threw Pampers out the window curiously
I poured acid in your face, furiously
Now you got the toxic waste on your back window
Who can see? Pull over at the service station
You in a nervous station with no discrimination
Blacks skip the free lunch, Asian rappers sign in
I don't care if you're caucausian, African with rhymes paid
[Kool Keith]
Girls, I'm slappin 'em up
Pimp smackin 'em up, anger management
President, better than ediment{?}
Sweetness by slickness you with this
You witness the lonely the misfits
On them place and table servin 'em biscuits
But kisses delicious
My swiftness fills statistics linguistics
You think I'm Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone
How many, comin at me
Startin G, ladies excuse me
Player I beg your pardon G
I'm harder G, astrology dodgin me when I'm rum pum pum pum..
Make me the sergeant see
From the coast, and pot roast, I load furs
And them diamonds and them pearls on them coats, I will boast
Be braggin, not draggin
Flowin on the spoon like Daggen-Hanz
The Nova is comin over, I'm Cas'
See the pimp of nature under the table
With broads by the side I will hate'cha
From Singapore and Malaysia
When the last time you pulled your fuck out
The other players claimin pimp that wanna trick off
What they assssk, me, ask Whitefolk and Pimpin' Ken
I bring it around and let you taste it
[Chorus: x2]
We comin up big doggy, we playin it big homey
No niggaz just chicks around me all we want is ass and money
We combin the streets, droppin our work all day and night
They know we pimps cause the chicks always play us tight
[H-Bomb]
'Bout comin up pickin up paper, it's the H you know it's me
You soakin up game, but you lame, shame on he not me
Peepin on what we wear and, steppin on checks we clearin
Tryin to look and act like us so his cash we start sharin
You movin too slow man, you fallin in love man
You don't know pimpin is the only thing to know man
Double back double up on the paper that I'm musclin
Put it out doin my dirt checkin my work, paper keep comin in
Don't be so mad homey, you too uptight nigga
I know the pimps and pushers strippin up pickin up dollars
I'm holdin on to my dough, I'm plannin to stick yo' flow
I'm lookin to ho through pimpin choose I'm keepin up all her dough
You know the chicks go, out watch the chips fall
The money I bank it I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all
Now you famous.. but guess what?
You can't go outside
[Chorus]
You can't walk outside.. with your girl in the rain
You can't walk outside.. with your girl in the rain
[Kool Keith]
I laugh now, I see a lot of jokes
You ain't comfortable, scared pink, hang around a lot of folks
You don't know gangs wanna kill you
You get shot by real locs
First class always, you bring a busload
You neverous when you sit in coach
I know your facade, hardcore
You hope a lot of people get scared with your approach
Your whole steelo mice and roach
When Marion comes in the industry, the parties get empty
The champagne bottles go down
Hotel lobbies get dimmed, your average hard rapper turned ghost
Hits his foxhole and go to his post
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
A lot of you live through food and delivery
I know the pain is the front in your misery
Come outside your indoor studio, enjoy your life
Lay on your couch by your floor model Sony
You dream you got shot twice
Come outside, don't be scared
Even NBA players walk the streets with no bodyguards
How you gonna flex with Domino's pizza in your living room
and sport your ice? You're paranoid
cause the walked into the library, looked at you twice
Orderin all you do is murder and kill, on vinyl and CD
Request to have the chicken and fried rice
Chinese cat at your door on the bike
You doin the same thing you did last night (same thing)
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
You wear your glasses at night
Tinted windows, comin through your block slow
You cancelled another show because the police department
and the FBI told you not to go
The record company cover you
Overweight bodyguards smother you
When your wife ain't, what you think your lover do?
Petrified of what happened to 2Pac and Biggie
You light up your ciggy
Grab a cold beer out the refridgerator, bop your mickey
You was scared in the hired hotel
Dressed the janitor walkin by with dickies
[Chorus]
[Esham]
3-1-3, D-E-T, N.Y.C.
Detroit up in this motherfucker!
Esham and Kool Keith
Ass, and titties, hundreds and fiddies
Me and Kool Keith macked them hoes from L.A., to New York City
I take 'em blind crippled and crazy, ugly or pretty
I beat it up, make the pussy meow like a kitty
So slow your roll, slide upside down on the pole
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, let your knees touch your elbows
In Detroit, Michigan cruisin spaceships of Daddyville
Just got back from Bootyville, spending big face bills
On some exotic body hottie erotic
Vision blurry from the narcotics, keep pushin CRAZY products
Parlay, parlay, twenty-fo' seven all day
Spendin like Michael Jackson the "Off the Wall" way
Make your booty clap, chickenheads flap chicken wings
Padussy juice on my diamond rings, from the fast finger-ing
And the smell's linger-ing
[Chorus]
Yes yes y'all, you know we rock y'all
[E] We freak them hoes twenty-fo' seven around the clock y'all
Yes yes y'all, that booty tight y'all
[E] We drinkin and spendin money with these hoes all night y'all
Yes yes y'all, you know we rock y'all
[E] We freak them hoes twenty-fo' seven around the clock y'all
Yes yes y'all, that booty tight y'all
[E] And we come get up in some ass, tonight y'all
[Kool Keith]
Titties and booty; she got them silk thongs on
Yo my song's on, here's your T-I-P
Move in V.I.P., G-strings of energy, Esham and me
Rack up control and move when the butts stack up
Panties get touched when the butt back up
It's all RODEO, for a cup, like Romeo
Move in your area, girl what? We ain't scared of ya
Two drinks minimum - don't worry, we maximum
When assed up to the pole, now we taxin 'em
Detroit Los Angeles Miami can you handle this?
My shit gets frisked while you stare and sweat, weave twist
Go knock the drink off the table, please watch it miss
We like to watch the girls kneel down when they piss
Our style is right y'all, we rock tonight y'all
[Chorus]
[E] Yeah, yo Keith
[K] Yeah
[E] The fuck you gon' do in this bitch tonight?
[K] That's right we takin somethin out of here
[E] Yuh
[K] Go hit the hotel
[E] Smackmaster up in this, knowhatI'msayin?
[K] Motel 6
[E] Smack some, smack some, smack some ass
[K] What's that highway run through your house?
[E] Uhh, I-94 - Detroit baby
[K] Right, we gon' take 'em through there
[K] You know where, you know where the uhh, Howard Johnson rest?
[E] Yeah Howard Johnsons, Motel 6, anywhere
[car tires squealing, car crashes]
[some screams, "ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"]
[Kool Keith]
Yeah..
Right down the aisle
Kool Keith and the Ol' Dirty for Mankind
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah.. yeah..
And this is gonna be done, with everything
[Kool Keith]
2000 texture, rhymin with Ol' Dirty
with my New York Jets jersey
Left lineman comin in like Mankind
with diamonds sparklin around my rhymes
Black Levi suits, skully caps and boots
Wigs with Grecian Formula
Got us warnin ya
With backslaps, we put on, mack caps
Sit in V.I.P. with blind man lookin like Stevie
We nasty, sittin next to Regis and Kathie
Front row seats with Blowfly
The crowd is so high
Tickets with popcorn, we rock for em
No circus here, just horses and a unicorn
Tuxedos and taxis, we roll with leather maxis
Catch the back breeze
Gypsy cabs burn rubber
Signin autographs for Danny Glover
Donny Osmond and Dennis Rodman
up in a empty furniture apartment
with Mexicans maids, rubbin the spots out the carpet
We move and face our targets
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Punch, kick, fight - bite
Whatever you do, just kick {his fuckin} ass!
Cause I'm much different from, the other MC's
cause I got the amazin, abilities
I can rock on the mic, so you can have a ball
I can fly through the air - stick to the wall
I can take a punch, or get hit by a car
I can go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact, that's what I wanna talk about
how I went outer space, just to be in the house
Punch, kick, fight - bite!
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight - bite!
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight - bite!
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
[Kool Keith]
With backsprings,
nobody seen the girls pee on the mattress
Who was the actress when we had to take a leak?
I was in the stationwagon listenin to Canibus
We're basketball with glasses
lookin like Kurt Rambis
Ridin the turnpike to Paramus
drinkin a box of Tropicanas with this dumb-ass nigga
drivin the green Bonneville from Indiana
At a truck stop,
the state trooper made me turn down the hip-hop
I got out and vomit on the ragtop, stupid eggdrop
UHAHHHH! Pass me the towel
Was it McDonald's? I'ma sue Ronald
Punch, kick, fight
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
Punch, kick, fight
[OD] Punch, kick, fight - bite
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
[OD] Punch, kick, fight - bite
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
[OD] Punch, kick, fight - BITE!
[KK] Kick his ass downtown - first round
[OD] Punch, kick, fight - BITE!!
[Kool Keith]
Don't hurt 'em - don't hurt 'em
Kool Keith... yeah
New York City in the house
California in the house
Texas in the house
Miami in the house
Forget sneakers that look like hot dogs
Yo fam, you hear me chewin your chicken gizzards
I'm more reptile than 10 of your Timberland boots
is worth one pair of my lizards
Just order your two-piece Kentucky Fried to go
That watch on your arm you said it was real? You lied you know
Actin like a Spanish guy goin crazy over one girl
The latest thing in New York - overprotective insecure asshole
A J-Lo lookalike with a Burger King stomach
Man go ahead and hide your ho, my flow hit Mexico
And enter Puerto Rico like Tego
Rewind no fast forward, a lot of stamps on my passport
[Chorus x2: Kool Keith]
Woman turn on your TV, channel 7, ABC News, don't you see me?
[Kool Keith]
So what you didn't vote for me, I'm Congress
My pee stains tag your white Dodge Magnum
Make the girls come out and say what's that on your armrest?
Security forces, ask the fire department I alarm best
With overcooked mushrooms, and turnips
I woke my kids up, y'all tryin to battle me all night
Suckers went to bet on the pro
9 million rappers, fell asleep with cigarettes in they hand
Let they babies burn up
Your girl ain't payin attention, who that on the bell?
Yo let my cousin Verne up
Alright, y'all get enough to build your concern up
Adjust your football game, break your PlayStation controls
Y'all know my highs, gorillas can't feel my lows
Cineplex status
[Chorus x1.5]
[Kool Keith]
Remember I'm Boston, they Bernie Williams
With a sweat over your ties, two outs in the 9th inning
Most of y'all stuck in Jeapordy
I answer you quick, shock you like Ken Jennings
You can't touch the mic lookin like the face on the penny
Goin against nuclear power
Marble floors with ceramics, I defecate in your shower
It's not about comin off the head of the testicles
My job is to make a foe write one verse for 30 hours
No fancy restaurants, and botanical gardens
A lot of guys with fake talk
I see 'em all out there with pink GMC trucks
Hand another man flowers, my competition wear haltertops
And sport backs with a lot of powder
Change your exits, comin up the road on your navigation
Meets the rerouter
[Kool Keith: voice lowered]
Bench press nine tons
Bench press...
[23 seconds of porno movie dialogue]
[Keith: voice lowered]
See when I come and rap they can't sit no more
Girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more, constipated
Backed up
The underground ain't shit no more
A bunch of cocksuckers, whack backpack motherfuckers
With no solid balls behind the music
Them bullshit
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid fucker
Suck a transexual dick with your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your bitch sit proud, with two seats
with spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap bastard
What you got to give besides an e-mail address
Underground bounty hunter
Piss on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive kickoff purple rainjacket
8,000 yard a day runner, yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is fucked up by a psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet with a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away motherfucker change my voice up screwed
[Keith lowers his voice even further: really hard to understand]
So you download me schemin, dreamin, cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes niggaz
I shit off communication while y'all buy merchandise
And join fan clubs, drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these niggaz I stay away from crumb shitters
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal in a media trap
Your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff-raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery, pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary nigga, that's the same shit you bummin
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still fascinated by your whack-ass, glitter
Corn heart doin samples that tell motherfuckers
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer
[woman moaning in background]
[Kool Keith]
Whassup baby, this is Keith
I want you to take this picture
Want you to stand right over there
That's right, turn around
Alright, spread your legs
Put your hands up on the wall, poke it out
Yeah poke it out like they doin Black Tail
Show me how you poke it out baby
Alright, lean it over, let the thong show a little bit
Honey loves to play with herself, lay in the bed with the toys
at heavy masturbation level, that's most beyond treble
The Vaseline abuser, the grease seducer
Holdin her whole butthole open with the springs under her bed broken
With tight thongs, she pump back
I ride her horse ass like an aqueduct racetrack
Straddle your underwear like a jockey
Sixteen inch TV screen butt, with handlebars like a Kawasaki
Motorcycle helmet over my head - motorcycle helmet over my head
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Varoom! Tear that thang up [x3]
[Kool Keith]
Motocross ride her shirt from the back like a dirtbike
Her bed is the highway, her vagina flash a green light
Her buttcrack expands, she show me them chrome anal pipes
Apple cheeks I bite; watch your pubic hair
like a gas man in the basement with a flashlight
Girl don't be stiff you gotta move your ass right
Turn over like a piece of chicken when the fork stick in
Put on your gloves and mittens, purr out your cum like kittens
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Awkward with the SCUBA diving suit in your waterbeddy
50 thousand panties spin in the dryer with Tampax inserts
Don't laugh, you're not ready
STP fuel, your weave gotta stay on the road
150 around the track
I know the speedway like Al Unser's son
You get your engine checked at Getty
With truck tails in my face, I watch buns jiggle
Back up into the parking space
I pull up to the side of the grey bra, like a racer triple X
Rev up the RPM and say let's race
Let's race baby
[Chorus x2]
[Kool Keith]
New York City (K double-O L) y'know, y'know
(Keith Productions) two step, two step girl
Two step, two step!
Two step, two step girl
Two step, two step!
Two step, two step - it's no Octo
An ark this time
Everybody just yo' watch and clock this time
Girl with the big ass - she's on the jock this time
Suede front vest, sharkskin with the slacks - with the moc' this time
Bust the bottles, spin the top this time
How much you light up, what you cop this time
Move on your best ho, I drop this dime
Your face on the floor, I drop this time
You can't copy? I'll mark this mine
You think I'm sharp with pointy ears like a Klingon; Mr. Spock is fine
Big as Calvin - some can't deal with my Klein
I'ma tell in a rhyme, the stores are stocked up
Ready for distribution, pro manufacturing, I sell in a rhyme
Plastic around my CD's fit in D-cups
Bras on double D's I move like a doc this time
In permanent position, move you out the spot this time
I hate to tell you man you're not hot this time
Your hype man will sleep on a Motel 6, cot this time
Beans won't cook in the frying pan right man
You better use the pot this time
Can't trade heads with you, because you don't got this mind
When I keep goin, you don't stop this time
Heads bop and rock this time
Clean floors up, I'ma mop this time
Go in the club? I'ma play the parking lot this time
You can't rap no no, cartoon characters not this rhyme
Two step, two step girl
Two step, two step!
Two step, two step girl
[Kool Keith]
Whassup?
Whassup why don'tcha get your feet off my couch
Have some respect when you come in my house
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) Y'knahmsayin?
Have some respect - did your mother teach you anything?
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) That's right
Kool Keith, yeah
Yo, I blow them girls back like power jets off my dick
You think you quick vic, then come display your whackest shift
Trickmaster, faster, asscrack, rectums after
Pussy stinkin, who brought these freaks yo, what you thinkin
That's on my downplay, your husband rhyme, and sound gay
With that fast talk, fast walk, ass is flat on sidewalk
Big hoochie intakes, digest shrimp, stomach pork
Your feedback, smoke weed back, butt naked we don't need that
Shut down yo' circuit, watch me kid, fuckin work it
Overtime rhymer, don't bite my shit, bite pirahna
Fuck rock'n'roll, never catch me marryin Cher and Nirvana
See-through skirts, burnin rubber sticks like fireworks
New York in 10-B, apartment house, where her friends be
Dykes with mics get played like Cameo the fuckin Chi-Lites
Problems I have 'em, that's right you motherfuckers grab 'em
Piss on yo' fish lens, disrespectin all yo' friends
Take my food back, your weave out, your fuckin glue back
Your hair in pieces, with just enough for chocolate Reese's
Beauty parlor, rings around, check your fuckin collar
You on some new shit, so game, I'm movin quick
[Chorus]
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) oh yeah
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) can I talk to you?
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) tryin to talk to you
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) can I talk to you?
[Kool Keith]
Psycho, still klepto, destroy them girls with reps though
Niggaz pause backstep though, I'm classical, bust asshole
Remember 'bout that last hole, you fucked up, you switched up
Ran up out the club, took that little cash you bitched up
Power strong, my gators long, feel cats, them pussies warm
On steam like dream team, peep game with face schemes
You make a right I make a left, sound def, my arts and craft
Fuck y'all, y'all make me laugh, raw skill with paragraphs
Cut ass so fast and have, express rock East and West
You fucked up, yo' rap is weak, that shit you talk and how you speak
You suck dick I pull yo' tits you wash where, I like yo' clits
Top to bottom got 'em movin, hittin screamin stop it man
Nasty with - game plan, new style - same man
Switch yo with swift flow, Bronx kid, I let you know
Alternatin bass and pipes the crowds in this fuckin place
Girls get glassed at mad, problems on they fuckin rag
Play tags with doo rags, I flame broil, light up fast
Girls look, jockin me, there's no time, stoppin me
Groupin me, hatin me, swingin G yo fuck it B
Technique that run street, like Celly Cel, I got heat
Upbeat, and offbeat, suck my dick, take yo' pick
[Chorus]
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) tryin to talk to you
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm tryin to talk, tryin to talk
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm really tryin to talk to you
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm tryin to talk, tryin to talk
[Kool Keith]
Styles rep from Northwest, shiftin, affectin wreckin
Movin on the channel panel, stupid bitch, can you handle
Observe words, niggaz got you cryin on the curb
Enjoy my tempo, rap style, fuckin simple
I heard your demo kid, ridin in the fuckin limo
Skippin your pause button, ladies melt, press rewind
You must be crazy, runnin game out your fuckin mind
Stylistic weaves, dirty spot stains on your sleeves
Like Beenie Man, turn the track up, girl shut the fuck up
My style is dope kid, wind it up, yes I'm open
Masquerade, Bacardi flip wigs, turn the party
Unique and speakin, shoes shined for the weekend
My style is pumped up, in time watch you fuckin jump up
Turn up yo' bump up, on stage bring the fuckin punk up
Open up hairpiece, music bass, turn the trunk up
Prepare for blasthole, up close, I'm in yo' asshole
Automatically, you stand there, you fuckin mad at me
Whippin yo' lip up, with verbal hits from yo' hip up
Stand back and guard crack, P watch yo' fuckin back
That girl is crazy
[Chorus]
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm still tryin to talk to you
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm tryin to talk, tryin to talk
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm tryin to talk to you baby
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm tryin to talk, tryin to talk
(I'm trying to talk to you lady) I'm really tryin to talk to you
[Kool Keith: heavily modulated]
Anybody see Lyrical?
Have anybody seen Lyrical?
Anybody seen Lyrical?
Has anybody seen Lyrical?
Is that yo' best 16 bars you spit
It's a beginner's starters kit
When I rap my competition get nervous
Your girl fresh to donuts and suck my dick
When I shit drop turds in a full round
Sylvia signed me for six hundred billion
Now you gon' fuck with me on Motown
The nephew of Dofat, you name a scumbag that come so hot
On the phone, puttin the petroleum jelly on the rocket
that make Amarosa cry, sell her panties on eBay
I got a sneaky hate club written different ways like B2K
Producers wearin pink fitteds that beats that be-too-gay
For a Met vet that hit 8,000 baseballs out of Shea
Wish you could jump up and gun me
I'm that battle rap that's stuck in fuckin weeds, and traffic
Every day New York hear me on the PA system
Your bitch cheer me when I smack the homo out the catchers
Niggaz go into a coma with Sosa on they stomach
or Big Mac sauce, got you upset two bottles of Broma
You fuckin with the German shepard police dawg
Grittin his teeth, smellin your back-ass feet under the door
I get in the fog, no muzzle I'm a fucked up dark dawg
On the, wipin the waves out your hair with rubbin alcohol
I'll scrub your bitch face with ammonia
Fuck your makeup artist, they don't know ya~! How ya tone ya
Patient like a motherfucker I pass up the fishy ones that's up on ya
Psycho disturbed
Check off the internet, who fake sheet own you
I tell you gorillas in the house
The gorillas over the mouse
You ain't no motherfucker I'm grown dude
Fuck that open door, world CM doody doo, Scooby you
Skip to the loo
They call him yo, anti-pro, shit
I know shit, that's why I'm on that G.I. go shit
That's right, we can stand here, and kick that toe to toe shit
That mo' to mo' shit, that blow to blow shit
You comin in here with that skirt on that's that hoe to hoe shit
Anybody seen Lyrical? Anybody seen Lyrical?
Did you see Lyrical? They say Lyrical went to the store
Anybody seen Lyrical
Did you see where Lyrical go?
[Kool Keith]
Keith get straight back to yo' shit
Straight back to yo' shit
A lot of motherfuckin bitches out there rappin
I'ma see ya motherfuckers
You in this motherfuckin game
I'ma treat you like a motherfuckin nigga
I'm nicer than you think
When you show me the pussy that's light pink
Make your asshole wink
Ain't no bitch out there rappin
With clean panties on, smell my hand
Motherfucker everything stank
Fuck a table for two, make a ho eat her own doo doo
Can in your rectum mouth bitch I'll blow out your boo boo
Female rapper, what you fuckin cuckoo?
Test your wig out, and pull my dick out
Turn around and spit in your mouth
Way past the buttcrack and fucked up thong
Long distance baby, call me from down South
Fuck a car, I take Amtrak down there and shit in ya mouth
Come to where you work at, and jerk off niggaz at
Your strip club address I know where you work off niggaz at
Your girlfriend kiss my asshole, playin blackjack
Pitty pat, I don't give a fuck about the territory
I adjust to how your city rap
The funk between your buttcrack
I'm guaranteed to piss on your titty rap, with full force
The golden age, on that ass, I'm full force
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Oh, you think you're sexy baby? You think you're sexy
You think you're sexy, think you're sexy
You think you're sexy baby? You think you sexy
You sexy, sexy
[Kool Keith]
Dom P bottles, full with piss
Bitch look up eat the sperm off the potato chips
Watch the potatoes flip, cover your face with hors d'oeuvres
Fuck a tight ass body, I defecate on your curves
Egomaniac, I rub my cock on your nerves
With organic herbs, peck your pussyhole out like birds
See me on fifth cane, forty-ninth and third
I'm comin at you word, what the fuck?
Anything I hear, anything I heard
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Sexy baby! You think you're sexy baby
You think you're sexy, upi think you're sexy
You think you're sexy baby? You think you sexy
You think you sexy, you think you sexy
[Kool Keith]
I'm comin at you motherfuckers, just like motherfuckin niggaz
We gon' get down to the grit in this shit
We gon' put some pussy and tits in this shit
We gon' bring the fork, and we gon' lift in this shit
Fuck you motherfuckers
[Kool Keith]
Yeah!
There's a lot of people
They can't go outside
They can't walk nowhere
They can't hang nowhere
All they got to do is ride around with tinted windows
And get somewhere and hide
This is Kool Keith y'all, I'm tellin you the truth
See I know your type, you talk out your ass
A wannabe gangsta mad
The voodoo heavy on you, but your karma's bad
I'm not surprised
NBC News, oh shit! He got killed last night
Ex-corted by the bodyguards
Even with police around him, he got his cap peeled last night
Fans in shock like they didn't know
A white girl from Boston set him up at the show
A Spanish kid walked up to him with a t-shirt
from the projects that said RSO, I'll say yo
The FBI retreated, three Desert Eagles
and a sawed-off double barrel
I'm watchin MTV with the popcorn
The commercials are off, now the pop is on
[Chorus x3: Kool Keith]
The voodoo's on that dude
The whack comedian that ate the wrong food
[Kool Keith]
People can't believe it
The record company's gonna sell 20 million now
Heavy promotion, 20 zillion now
The crap table spendin
Somebody was playin slick on his format with a funny game of poker
The realer came in a gray Benz
The pink one walked in the tour bus, when they got to Gotham City
Mr. Freeze was out in the Bellagio in Vegas
They didn't care what the entourages was comin
They want the Joker, the Mad Hatter
is waitin on the deck for him, like a Red Sox batter
With Rodriguez in the bullpen, my African witchcraft is tight
What's scary I don't write with a dull pen
Like some guy suckin the cock like a John Lennon fan
with a cough drop, who spits semen up from the cocks
Like they walkin up Bronx blocks
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Comin through the speakers with no heat
Like you grew up so bad, name a tough street
I hate suburban guys who think they urban
Coffee and donuts, the only thing they servin
From a cartoon bedroom, man close your Incredibles curtain
Funny guys that wanna look at a man is certain
They pay to see a large condom workin
With voodoo all over you, Huggies around your feathers
Don't come to me with doo doo all over you
Seven trials surround you, you have Zulu all over you
[Kool Keith:]
The rap game has changed
You got four different types of promoters
The luxury promoter, the hustler promoter, and the alternative promoter
Of course the roach promoter
The luxury promoter is basically the top pop promoter
He'll book Neil Diamond, fly a 20-piece band overseas
Take out stadium insurance, pay artists three hundred thousand
Four half months ahead, with no problem
Run advertisements on Billboard, TV
Usually teamed up with big investors who write checks
The hustler promoter, he's as good as the little bit
for the luxury for the ghetto celeb treatment
Usually book acts to prove he can do it, the hustler promoter
He'll make you feel like a big star
At home whether he's a pimp, drug dealer, gambler
He'll supply the best treatment, money up front
Paper bag ten to fifty grand cash, limo to and from
Five star hotel, he'll even include girls
He'll take you to dinner and chaffeur around his hood
Let you see how he's livin, not a hater
If he had a girl cousin he'd even let you meet her, THUMBS UP~!
Jacuzzi and everything, big radio advertisement
The alternative promoter uses weeklies and internet
Is a little strict, scared to spend, usually out of billions
The ones that do raves, go out baller style
Brand new clubs, new mics, also travel to and from
But others messed it up so it don't drop the same
Has sense to crease, they cuttin it
They also cut into the rap game for low prices on artists
the hustler promoter already treated well, sometimes tricky
The roach promoter, wants you to pay your own travel
Does not even have SHIT together, no transportation
Runner, a small cheap venue, usually holes in the wall
Don't have a liquor license
Wants to book you, with 20 acts for five hundred bucks
Still uses flyers in Motel 6's, and Travelodges
When you see a guy with a tiny Volkswagen goin back and forth
pickin up a known artist up, from the airport
[22 seconds of overlapping samples]
[Roscoe]
I'm hot as Hades, I drive a Mercedes
Chromed out, leavin niggaz in awe when it bone out
Big dawg with his bone out
I'ma put hands on a nigga 'fore I let him run his mouth
Rollin up some bud, rollin up to the club
Sunroof wide open, bumpin "California Love"
I'm Philly to the heart but I'm a California thug
I don't smoke nothin but Phillies and California drugs
Who all on the track? I ain't sayin no names
Everybody on the ground, I ain't playin no games
I'm a rider, and every show is like a robbery
Put your hands, now everybody follow me
They call me Young Roscoe, I rob for gestapo
That's who I bleed and die fo', you need to stop ho
The Suave A young assassins, we bonafide
Recognize by the way we mash that we roll and ride
[Chorus: female singer]
Don't be playin with my money - don't be playin, playin with my money
I am serious 'bout my money - so serious, serious 'bout my money
And don't be fuckin with my money - don't be fuckin, fuckin with my money
Cause you could die over my money - you could die, over my money
[uncredited rapper]
I love this place, in California we chase
papes push bass, fuck the return of Ma$e
Lay down, fuck dap, it's a jack
Niggaz attack for cash we clap, fuck a scrap nigga
We play thick figures nigga
Pull a strap you shiver, take yo' life motherfucker
The streets we roam, invade your home
What you own, we take, we keep, it's not a loan
Stoned and determined to keep servin
Your papes I'm rollin, you're new in town now you're learnin
The game I'm takin, I'm {?} and pickin up all the checks
The perks, the jetset lifestyle, the sex
I crunch the calvary with the wild bunch
Munch on ya brunch while y'all niggaz lunch
Fuckin cowards, talk to 'em on records
"Gone in 60 Seconds" this song ya weapon
Give up ya snaps, lay flat, chicks attract
for the jack, my paper stacks
You're doin it wrong, I'm doin it right, uhh
The street's my life, my money, my wife
[Chorus]
[female singer]
Don't be playin, with my money, no
So serious 'bout my money, heyyyy
Don't be fuckin with my money, oh oh ohhhh
You can die, over my money, aheyyyy heyyy
Don't, uh-huh, uh-huh, heyyy
Don't play, with my money, noooo
Motherfucker I'm Kool Keith, motherfucker I'm cursin
You know I'm the type of guy to piss
and throw shit in your face if you're the right person
I don't give a fuck if your name is Tony Gerson
Ultimately figure the champion
Figure express shit, the best shit
You tess shit, caress shit
Talk more higher, then less shit
You aware, address shit
Impress shit, you confess shit
Ivory wash with the Zest shit
Fuck the weed and the sess shit
Don't bother with the pest shit
Check cash, you guess shit
Fuck the Coupe and the S shit
The talkin behind my back shit
The skirt and the dress shit
You really workin that East and West with the juice
It's some death shit, whack niggaz you sign
get witcha girl, run your mouth with the Celeste shit
No worry, I get more, I fight and scuffle, at the Greek
I ain't down with that 'fess shit
You gonna rooter yourself and get your motherfuckin ass killed
with that bulletproof vest shit
Copy assholes, let the public hype you up on some wild West shit
Fightin ugly bitches on that obsessed shit
Old slang, I wouldn't say fresh shit
Soak shirts, take no shit
Put on your coat shit
Get out of here you smell like goat shit
Wheats and oats shit
You see you still on that flossin and that yacht and that boat shit
Don't say a word when I quote shit
If you real fuck your card, and go promote shit
Fuck the Virgin Islands, powder and float shit
Get your girl, fuckin run, you better fuckin go quick
Fertilizer, you better try to grow shit
You ain't no Don Juan on that stroll shit
You sniffin blow shit
You sit on the toilet, and go shit!
Tell motherfuckers everywhere, this is pro shit
No G.I., I'm like my pops - I'm on some Joe shit!
Some Grover mixin a little, mo' shit
You say OH SHIT!
You can't get a slice of my pizza? No shit
Get off my stage, you ain't on my show, shit
Trumpets, you got some musical notes? You can't blow shit
[Kool Keith]
Kool Keith back up in this motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin
I'd like to tell all these motherfuckers
I'd like to tell all you motherfuckers, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are
About what they think they are
Motherfuckers ain't shit, you ain't shit
Fuck gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still piss in the bed
Ask your girl nigga, I piss on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually
Ten grand or more a show
But for five or six I'm ready to piss in your dreads
Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz
And everybody with they first new trendy equipment
could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and shit on her mask
Dimepieces run with the boring niggaz
My sex life, I piss on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga
Rappin against me, you ain't shit
My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced bastard, watch who you rap with
And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-ass man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle shit
Superstar gassed up niggaz smokin that glass dick
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your button up
Don't come around wit'cha ass hangin out, teasin me with fake tits
I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
I jerk off on anybody that think they good
Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your bitch
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I fucked up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and shit
Indoor rappin mansion-ass nigga
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you shit
I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch
Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique
Plast fast motherfuckers standin on wooden legs
Amateur niggaz go down on cheap tape
What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERFUCKER
Let you motherfuckers KNOW
Whassup baby?
C'mere let me feel your pussy a lil' bit
Turn around, that's right
Let me see that pretty ass
Lean over
Let me put a little grease in your ass
Knahmsayin baby?
Fine-ass bitch
Bitch let me see one of the titties
Hit you in the face with one of these fitties
Watch pictures, pass out
In the leather sofa with the ass out
Piss in your pocketbook
with a patch over my eye like Captain Hook
Fuck all the romance and love books
Still they help your pussy like a crook
Break you down to the name of your asshole
Connected to the Chevron station and the gas cable
Motherfuckers cooperate, don't be hateful
Lotion your ass up, you're ungrateful
Take a shit in the underground picture
Make it commercial
More tasteful, parental advisory
Clean your vagina with ammonia and ivory
Piss in your face
Piss in the right place
Piss in your face
Piss in the right place
Raisin mutilation
Reynolds and Wrap, Tupperware
New Jersey sexy shit
Hype nipples, eatin your own defecation
Vicks in my nose
Sniffin glue while you smell ass
I specialize in bitches who communicate - and sell ass
If I'm upset, I get a ride and tell ass
Put your ass in a butt-cast
Fingerpop you with my Jason mask
You can't sleepover and crash
Ginseng up yo that's right
Everybody's gettin pissy, with chronic and hash
Waterbed and the table
Leave urine in the back of your Taurus Sable
Tie my underwear to the back of your car
Spray your ass with {?}
Dress you up and grab the Vaseline jar
Piss in your face, girl you know
Pissin in your face, pissin in your face
Pissin
Your eyes feel my dick in the dark
Part of your bathroom, you think I'm sick
I fill the soggy shit and you split
Over 40 to 50 plus
Old bitches who smoke PCP and dust
Fuck the lust, pour milk on your Bally with Orange Crush
Cover your asshole with a Slurpy slush
Orgy over here, that's right they doin it over there
But I'm the director with a camera, everywhere
I'm the photographer, Jim take pictures
Yo, y'all be first, cause there's seven of us
And I'm not gonna do this
I'm gonna get through this, and do this like Brutus
Taking pictures
[Kool Keith:]
Coming Thursday, at the New Orleans Superdome
With special attraction, Kool Keith
Straight from the Bronx, New York City
Tickets, go on sale now
[singing:]
Take off your panties
Let me see your G-string, let me see, what you got
Take off your panties, let me see your G-string
Let me see, let me see
[Kool Keith:]
Girl it's been a long time, since I saw you
Don't you know I adore you
Lick your earlobes like candy
I love the turquoise and the silver silk panties
Take you on a trip, not the Bahamas, a room in the Marriott
A elegant martini with Calvin Klein pajamas
The camera ready to film and take pictures
Act like a exotic dancer tonight, I'ma get wit'cha
Take you out of the boring mode to high scoring mode
Explore your private sensation, put you on a new road
Get you in the new life, leave the old ideas down
Go 'head work the pole (work the pole girl)
[singing:]
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
[Kool Keith:]
With the love I have for the baby lotion
The tub water runnin your lingerie is stunnin
Exceptionally gorgeous, the princess bedroom set
I purchased for you, you thought I couldn't afford this
The best massager, you need the best kiss
Dreams come true, you make your best wish
By the time the morning light shines
The teardrop cheeks begin peeking through the window blinds
Last night I was delighted hearing your moans and sighs
Erotic adventure with the mint green mascara around your eyes
Work that pole, pole, pole (girl work that pole baby)
[singing:]
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
[Kool Keith:]
A four week vacation in Mexico
I taught you everything, you can't let me go
You cry when I eat it though
Scream out your orgasms when I'm heated though
Run my fingers through your hair extremely so
You can dance for me and act like you in a go-go
Together in Manhattan we walk through SoHo
You dial my phone and tell me I'm home solo
Relax by the bed, I see you in fire engine red
The mask over your eyes, latex police had on top of your head
Submissive and kinky, you can't resist everything I said
(Work that pole girl)
[singing:]
So baby take off those panties; let me see, what you got
Take off those panties; let me see, what you got
[Kool Keith] New Nancy Des Rose
[Nancy Rose] Keith you gon' hold this track down for me?
I'm goin upstairs to change, I gotta get on stage
Aight? I'll be back later
[Kool Keith]
My commodes are larger
I call rappers to look at the feces
800 pounds, my pet tiger feed
You whack niggaz a bowl of doo-doo
Anything you play my pee will stain
Yellow spots from the pilgrims cause pain
George Westinghouse started to like that beam on the mouse
Imagine a apartment in Riverdale
with 5 Belve' bottles with defecation on the couch
Soiled clothes in the hampers
Warned everybody, including your hype men
Global maximum urine, piss on the core of the city
Leavin New York police department with Pampers
With KF's chicken baby, my uncle's Colonel Sanders
Watch the mixtape, niggaz don't even know yet
Pressin up homosexuals that ain't even pro yet
I vomit on most rappers gettin off a private jet
Australian orangu' tango
A key to dog Asian that's my private pet
Tighten up in Jersey kid writin some ol' cow shit
while you watchin the Nets
Your top performance is low to me
Your chihuahua, that's your apex
I respect the Taco Bell dog better than you
Cause he's cleverer than you
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Shorty, just take off your clothes
Take them off (I wanna take it off)
Shorty, take off your clothes
Take them off (I wanna take it off)
[Nancy Des Rose]
Palm trees, blue seas, ships to outfits
I dip right into some jumpin mix
Twist and flip it over to the other side
The people say, "Oh la, chu la"
I'm hot to trot, Hollywood can't stop what I got
Like special stew in a pot, a remix recipe
Go back to your shop, inspect your beats
I'm recreating the streets, hits that fit
You gotta go home to take that Prozac
Cause your shit is whack, you lack the act
I come with what attacks, don't counter contracts
I stay packed with fly tracks
Flavors everywhere, I dare you to try and fly with me
Full speed ahead, you got no deal
I'm the real, down Melrose on a shopping spree
Something for me, usually some fly shit
Made just for me on an island in the highlands
You can't reach me, you can't teach me
I'm way out in the Pacific, Atlantic, the Red Sea
It's all just a breeze
A real, a meal, I heal, open all the seals
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
Yo... yo, yo, yo
Let me take you there, UHH, UHH
C'mon, bash the club, we don't care
Strippers lapdance, shakin they tail, it's a crazy night
We take 'em out like every night
Let's go, that's how we do, back to the city
Crack backs real fast in the quickie
I know you like that, G-strings come off
with your black tights, we can go nuts
Slap that ass... UHH
We can get drunk, smack that ass
Those high boots
Full length fishnet black body suits
A sexy tan (yeah)
I'm a big fan, big fan baby
Chicks love me, call me a big man
A freak by nature, don't be a hater
Drink it up right out of the alligators
Yo, we in the elevator
Gettin naked, Bonaventure
They can see us, baby don't fake it
Yeah, Kool Keith
Black Sil and company
(Yeah yeah)
As we party, two, zero, zero, zero
Step in coat, check vocal supreme sound perfect
You wack man, haven't you heard this?
Matador king ladies swarm around me like Jon B
As I stop rappers tryin' to copy Alpo, Rich Port and AZ
My temperatures one thousand three
Look at these big head kids on labels tryin' to MC with a globe dome
I told you to tell that man to stay home
Tell Russell to call me with Sylvia Rhome
Gave him the gas, now he gotta pump in his ass
I don't care if you go out with Stacey Dash
Rentin' cars, you tryin' to copy Nas
Sound like A.G., you ain't my man from Cold Crush Kay Gee
Don't try to play me
You never made a record with Mo Bee and Master P
I saw you on the Greyhound bus station floor
Layin' down with a doo rag on like a circus clown
Strippers keep dancin' around, I'm Bronx bound
Your fans catch migraines from me doin' my thang
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
We sweet unique Pete
Look at these ladies massagin' our feet
Yeah
Yo showdown, sho' shot, double-K, flow pop
Navigate, interactive flashback
Now who nice wit it? Spit it on the block daily
Product, never shady, slang the real
Send it to backstage, flame created a rage
Mays bump that in my mezzanine controller
High-roller, program, this shit jam
To quick access, asses on my lap crouches
Dip through, y'all need a piece of this mental
Plus a sip of this dick in your mouth
Either that or stop sleepin', peepin' the next man's style
I elaborate on fraudulent and stick to the wild
Phone-tap, we order Ocean Spray with that
Fuji film, honey, spread that
Finger the ass crack in fact I'ma bounce with that
Fuckin' dancers back to back
Aww, yeah
We're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feet
We're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feet
We're sweet unique Pete
Ladies massagin' our feet
We're sweet unique Pete
[Kool Keith]
There's more whack shit than a lil' bit
Motherfuckin football players tryin to rhyme
Basketball niggaz, fuck the rap game, don't waste your time
Stay off the court, get off the fuckin football field
My rap shit is real, ABC News got you gassed up
Fucked up from the mouth up
Pushin assets, Bentleys and houses
Take off your jerseys, grab the mics
Shut the fuck up, flow for flow
Show for show, bitch go for go
Them everyday motherfuckers you listen to, won't help you
when motherfuckers rippin you, from asscrack to ankles
When I'm dissin you, hold the toilet bowl I'm pissin too
Make your white Persian rugs turn yellow - HELLO!!!!
You fucked up with a commercial-ass nigga, soft as Jello
You motherfuckers head back to gas, somethin more mellow
Shit on your telephones and change your zip code zones
Reptile alien motherfuckers, gorillas comin toward me
I shit on you clones, and defecate twice in your ice cream cones
Let a Mexican tell you
Why did you try to embarass yourself and rap against, Kool Keith homes?
Take your basketballs and stick it up your ASS
Take your footballs and stick it up yo' ASS
I battle 27 teams, all the way to New York for 5 hours first class
Give your whack-ass friends a enema
Your girlfriends witness my shit, with a buddy pass
I concentrate, break down motherfuckers fast
G-string niggaz, cover your ass
Dumb ass bitches be quiet - my boyfriend's all that
He's 245 pounds worth of muscle, he can rap fast
Happy New Year bitch! Kiss my ASS
You know the kid, I'm Bill BLASS
Fuck around, you got the GAS
All you motherfuckers comin out here for the awards and shit
[Kool Keith]
I wanna talk about Hollywood mon, y'know?
[Chorus]
Everybody's leasin, dey frontin
Car payments, dey wantin
Everybody's on the phone, dey somethin
(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
You're not that good on Tech
I'ma ask Sway, the Fantastic 4 every day
We know the worst rapper
If you hear the same records too much, get off the dizzicko
You got men that suck the station off
A group of men and women that pay for airplay
That hit the station off on air day
Suck the program director's nuts
The right hand is slippery, relationship to DJ
If he's cautious, he'll go the other way
A West 4th Street connection
But payola baby need affection
Watch everybody in the music game
There's an undercover lover kissin, ask Lena
You got the contract, the label not satisfied
Everybody flout, spent 9 million to go gold
Ask Benny Medina
They flop, he flop, you know they got dropped
with an option to sign again
You jackasses won't never sing a rhyme again
Frontin on "That's How I'm Livin," in the mansion
Papers on your floor, you break out like Robin
You saw the international star, with Miss Givens
Straight behind takeout Jamaican posse with mad triggers
[Chorus]
(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
[Chorus]
(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
[uncredited rapper]
I come with the clique if you slip get clipped
Money be flipped, the dope we ship
From Beach Street to Dancehall
Make the call, play the mall, we buy it all
This O.G. don't respect a suspect
You're low-tech, squash you like insect
You sniff blow, I count dough
A pimp with lamp to glow or grow
Get crunk, you won't make it to the trunk
I'm all you want, your boy's a punk
Popular and Briz, hers and his
The kid won't fiz, the kid's a whiz
Your career's coma, Tommy Mottola
Opiola, can't help you it's over
You're dismissed, don't return, hope you learn
H-Bomb, 7th Veil, our turn
[Chorus]
(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
He pays for the rotation
You pay for the relation
Your lyrics weak, the DJ must play
The town suffers, the people laugh at your frustration
Your vocals need Yugoslavia
Your rhyme need a vacation
When you rap I flip through the dials
18 million people change the station
Since the war, your rap's been depression
It's causing cities to suffer
Kids buy your whack CD, the families feel inflation
A recession like you the best and
[Chorus]
(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
[Chorus]
[Keith: voice lowered]
It's the motherfuckin Commi$$ion
A.K.A. Piscadon, piss went on
Ride to see Lon, pump devestating rollin with Devon
The flow clap before you leech on
You're a pound so Frank's go safe on
Expands and that's why Jersey pikin your chick
Rapid transit from Matawa, I'm a Ottawa
City love greens with the fennies the spark marker
Top shelf plasma bottles
I'm wearin that shit you never seen by Casabano
You've been Gabbano'd, binoco', you can't hang out
and get past where I go
Just local material, writin that same shit, with the cop shit
Always, layin the bullshit poems about the federales and the po'-po'
You can't, pop a 'matic, or a zero-B-oh like me
Boogie woe, you'd rather take the colored bars out your hair than fight me
You ain't built to write, think of somethin that's great, then type me
Play your skirt position, you somebody else wifey
Lyrical gym workout, amino acids, we do sell steroids
Lyrical gym workout, amino acids, we do sell steroids
That's right if you wanna press up and bench up for cheap
We do.. have.. steroids
[JoJo:]
Gun popper, cop dropper, mic rocker
I got a thousand flows that'll stop ya
Two lyrical niggaz, me and the Doctor
Slow mo' you still shoppin your promo
90% of you cats that rap is homos
Act up I keep identical fo'-fo's
Catch me in L.A. ridin in low-lows
Me and my wife invite Hollyhood celebrities like Ice and Koko
You sucker ass niggaz work for po'-po'
Your wife of twenty years is now a hoe-hoe
Let me let off steam rap elitists say I'm loco
When you see me clutchin the heat you quick to scream "OH NO~!"
Your mom shoulda told you not to fuck with JoJo
You toy-ass niggaz, come get your steroids PUSSY!
We got it half price
[Kool Keith]
Yo, Kool Keith
Bronx in the house
Y'all know how to ill, I'ma take you to the real
Challenge the ill, brother to God
You just a ancestor, you know the shit dyker
You ride around Manhattan as a gay biker
Non-homo, you a gay hiker
Trust funds one on your nose
Lethal injections, front row at the Source Awards
My public shocked, pee on publicity
The urine splash off the Billboards
The top MC to me is Traci Lords, get what I mean?
Man, Traci Lords
Plastic fake like your backup band with drum setup
Guys blowin horns
With light Twinkie sounds on your keyboards
Y'all mad at each other
[Chorus]
Y'all want Star Wars
Y'all want Star Wars
Y'all want publicity, y'all want Star Wars
Y'all want them Star Wars
[Kool Keith]
My job is to utilize beats like this
Rap on beats like this, you know the amplitude, is rude
Mad planet at Sizzler
Ballers love the open bar but they're secrets with the seasoning
Type of hyper king to defecate in your food
Ask Tommy King from the health department
I put the urine stains in the mansion
That's $75 a apartment
All secret toilets well
Number one rapper, go in the public bathroom
Don't even stop at Shell, around Puerto Rican Day parade
Blacks feel it, relax under my {?}
Your family is Frankie Beverly, cats spit out the Maze
[Chorus]
Y'all want them Star Wars
Y'all want that publicity
Y'all want them Star Wars
Y'all want that publicity
[Kool Keith]
Teachers from Del Monte used to Bath & Bodyworks
Familiar, when I'm layin in the cut
Watch me front in a 310 car blastin Ashanti
Or Maury Santana, scatter takin the honies out to Panda Express
For the Panda's best, girl the exttravagance is lovely
Though the business is about to go down
Take you down to the alley, where you think the top models buy the dress
Easy on the hot wings, baby you got 2 real players
You better share them things
I wear the real, you flaunt the costume
Flash your bubblegum rings, like they new
Tomorrow watch the Japanese dress, y'all follow
That's right
[Chorus]
Y'all want the Star Wars
Y'all want the publicity
Y'all want them Star Wars
Publicity in action
[Kool Keith]
Red carpet, take your pictures motherfucker
(Take yo' picture motherfucker) That's right
Motherfuckin chaffeur (motherfucker)
Drivin a motherfuckin Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
Star struck (star struck) take your pictures motherfucker
Star struck (starrrrr) take your pictures motherfucker (starrrrr)
Star struck
The all-star game, I laugh like the mayor
A lot of jackasses went out there
You couldn't name a fuckin basketball player
Sideline Max lookin for asscracks
Stay in your Super 8 room bastards
Y'all watch the cameras zoom, my funk contest sizzle
Your ass didn't even go to the dunk contest
Freaks had they mindset over 6 foot 1 niggaz
Ended up with 6 foot 1 dumb niggaz
I hear they shot up Sunset and got one
It was on the news, what's gonna run niggaz
Star struck and mad, you didn't get no Bryan Shore pictures
Left your kids with the fuckin babysitters
Mad depressed, fuck, that's right
Look at your babyspitter, complainin like you're baby shitters
Star struck (starrrrr) take your pictures motherfucker (star)
Star struck, take your pictures motherfucker (starrrrr)
Star struck
Six thousand motherfuckers lined up in front of Roscoe's
For what I don't know (where's the afterparty?)
Bitch suck my dick, you still sniffin blow
Youse a Vanessa Williams look-a-like, youse a sniffin ho
Two o'clock, motherfucker go home
You'd rather stay up and ride in somebody's truck
Lookin for spoke rims and gold chrome
I'm the type of guy to make you change, your God damn tan and tone
Your blonde weave on your baldhead
You fuckin with Steve!
Arrogant monkey, you was a asshole stopped up with cheese
Hollywood star chalker, think you in the limelight
Plastic-ass motherfucker, cut it out PLEASE
All that bullshit chains on your jeans, around your knees
Star struck (starrrrr) take your pictures motherfucker (struck)
Star struck (star struck) take your pictures motherfucker (starrrrr)
Star struck (star struck, star STRUCK, starrrrrr struck)
(Star struck, fuck, star struck, star struck... you so fuckin star struck)
[Kool Keith slowed: x2]
Shit stains, that's what they are
No charisma, you'll never be a star
[Kool Keith with continued voice modulation:]
I told you before when Trev and Harry turned they ass on me
I fed the boys big steaks, give and ate the best of beef
Toothpicks pluckin dog shit out they teeth
Gruesome gorilla who boo boo girls bowels move superstars
MC's got it doo doo
Get down, y'all know how the mayor sound
Big player sound, throw feces at the windshield wiper
You swing off the road with a diaper
The shit hit the wall, the studio formica
The urine roll off the wall, bounce off the top of your head
Drip on your cypher
The Michael Jackson of rap with my fuckin glove
You niggaz are bullshit, turtledove
You're low class turtle bugs
Fuck them drinks at the pubs
The jam comes like lightning dubs
Bitches I been with before y'all can think about blondes
bustin they knees on rugs
[Chorus]
[This part is an uncredited rapper:]
I am what I am dealin with rap, I'm a pro
I'm laughin at you clowns that ain't got no flow
Word on the street Trevor mark, Dave is a homo
You beefin with Bobby Grind, nigga that's a no-no
I'm like the real Cali niggaz doin hits in low-lows
I got a kite in jail sayin Harry I'll work for pro-pro
Somebody said Trev got caught, fuckin Romeo
Niggaz talk tough but they hard tomato paper
Look at me now motherfucker, I'm makin moves that's major
I got a million daily flows how you want it now or later
And Bobby always told me money and fame bring haters
Just ask Wanda, what happened when I took her for a ride
The pussy was so good, I pushed my love inside
She gave it up when I nutted, she sucked it up
I said what about Trev she said "Daddy, he's off as fuck"
Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens Manhattan, Staten Island
Keith! In the house
[Kool Keith]
It ain't about the bitch with a wig like she comin from China
Y'all fronted in rented Benzes with Avis on 'em
No breakfast, I'm goin home, fuck Chelsea or diner
Let the guys with the chrome buckets expose the cuffs, be a co-signer
I'm in your ass man, close like your Starter jacket liner
Dr. J sharper, plug your asshole up with a tub stopper
Your wife's a New York City Breaker
Your baby's mom is a pop-locker, know the metropolitan area
Custodian nigga, you sanitation worker shit cleaner
Floor mopper, look down on the city with binoculars
Piss out at choppers
Defecate 80 thousand feet in the air
I flip your small game, take your small urban territory
Put the street in the air
My shit rise, increase like subway fare
Scuffle your dinner wear
Your sneaker line ain't makin it, I piss on four pair
You know the big-head boy from the projects, retarded motherfucker
You know you be in child care, you better stay there
Your crew get picked up with shitty diapers from daycare
Your foe be his crib death
The top rappers receive hot dogs up they ass, they get F
Mark flush the toilet, you shit next
Expand your stomach range with tummy pains
Shit in the back of your Bentley when it rains
Leave your wooden panels with shit stains
Throw the turds out the windows
Watch them bounce in the carpool lanes
Hot 97
[Chorus: x4]
The shit expand, over your Jacob the diamond watch
The penis is loose, we piss in your hand
[Mark Live]
Yo... yo where's the block at? Uhh
They say 106th & Park is on, I'm mad, fuck it it's on
I haven't heard a hard record in years, uhh
Everybody dancin, Harlem Shakin, strip Free naked
And put a pole up, and watch the ratings go up
And if AJ steps, take his Jacob and slap off the makeup
I'm in the crowd like Lee Malvo, with a sniper rifle
A hockey mask, a butcher knife
Yo who knows what I'll do
They sellin dreams with a rap battle - uh-huh
Look - yeah - you rappers are kids, and rappin with a rap rattle
... nobody ever comes out - that's right
No twelve inches, no fires, no jets
Early retired, no links
No chains, no videos, no baguettes - uhh
"Don't Speak," uh-huh - I'm gettin Gwen Stefani
She's tossed up, sellin pussy like every week
So don't fight me - uhh, you can hype me - that's right
I'm liable to go out with a terrorist style
I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style
Viacom bought you (suckers)
I'm outta here nigga I'm changin the dial
[Kool Keith]
Hot 97
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
No more cars and shit, we suicide bombers
Nigga, walk up in your radio station
We get gas from the gas station nigga
You better ask public relations, blow out your DJ booth
With hats off, like motherfuckin Dr. Seuss
No buckets, strictly bombs under the North Face goose
Caught you with acid baby
We put it in your motherfuckin orange juice
Fuck a turned up cap
How bout a burnt up motherfuckin baseball cap
With a whack-ass rap
We detonate with three sticks of dynamite through your turntables
Blow out your ass crack
You ain't the motherfuckin pimp, you ain't the motherfuckin mack
Review this right, you gon' drink a daquiri
Are you gon' come back to me
Are you gon' get smacked from me
Fuck around look how you act to me... bitch... Hot 97
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, Kool Keith baby, I'm laid back
I'm laid back - I'm just chillin
Yo I'm in the tub y'knahmsayin
That lingerie looks good you got on..
That's right - yeah let them be hardcore
(Let them be HARDCORE! Let them be HARDCORE!)
Yeah, let them be hardcore (let them be hardcore)
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
She likes your sex - yeah
She likes your sex... yeah
She likes your sex
[Kool Keith]
Masturbatin at night, playin with herself for delf
The lotion controller, rub her back
Hit her with the real loader
Ginseng with the roots, black heels with them boots
She likes your sex...
The waiting in the dressing room, who's ready to come out next?
Yeah...
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
She likes your sex... yeah
She likes... she likes your sex... yeah
She... yeah... she likes
[Kool Keith]
Bathroom hot, I steam you
Go 'head, turn over and dream too
Watch you cream to, Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Between your buttcrack, you want that
Call me, I'm guaranteed, you'll run back
Oooh, ooooh
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
She likes your sex... yeah
She likes your sex... yeah
She like it - she likes your sex
[Kool Keith]
Whether or not, the Billboard Awards
For a whack pop star, winnin a Grammy
Jacuzzi bathtub, with Latin music playin in Miami
Coppertone tan doe, girl take off your panties
No need for girdles and grannies
The R is Zorro, I'm Batman though
Adam West, get in the Batmobile
Baby I treat you real, take you to the Batcave
Me and Robin double team you
I love the way you moan and scream too
[Outro: Kool Keith]
She likes your sex...
Yeah, she like it - she likes it
She likes your sex... yeahh, yeah
She likes your sex - she likes your sex
She likes your sex... yeah, ooooh yeah
That's right baby, get in the tub
You're authentic, just, bounce a little bit
[Kool Keith:]
Sexy girl!
Okay-double-oh-L, Keith
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl!
Sexy girl in sheer panties, I'm the driver in your life
I love to steal panties, the more closer you are near panties
Observin your home amateur VHS tape
I love the around the house motion pictures you make
Your neighbor with whip cream, your legs smeared with Duncan Hines
Your thighs meet my fingers, I taste the thing
The fudge, the great chocolate cake, Niagara Falls is not needed
I'm above the swimming pool dressed up like Dracula
I'll bite your neck by the lake
The script's a natural, I can't beat Paramount Pictures
The backdrop behind Capitol Records is fake
Girl you're beautiful, how do you control your weight?
(How do you control your weight?)
Sexy girl! Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl!
Home alone, touchin yourself in different places by the phone
After midnight the blacklights flow you're in the love zone
The microphone adjusted to the love tone
Keys to your heart, you've now completed the task
Gimme the secrets to your combination, the captain and the boss
Got your bra in my hand, the guidance counselor, your life I own
Your official support, every time you cry and moan
I brought the freak out of you, the way you neck the leak out of you
My desire for you ain't false, everything I write about is true
Your favorite singers are old to me
They're primitive, stuck in time, I'm brand new
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl!
Over and over, don't get me wrong
While you walk around and pace the floors in your satin thong
between the sheets - you have the electric feelings reach
Pullin my lips to your fruits of passion
Two pineapples in my face, my tongue taste the tip of your peach
I send flowers to doors, UPS packages circulate the streets
When I celebrate the victory, Jergens lotion glaze your feets
With my hand palmin each bun, I'ma show you girl
The police officer badge, the uniform and handcuffs will make you have fun
Kneel down to your kitten bowl
Your rearview is awesome, I watch the lips unfold
Sexy girl!
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
Sexy girl! Sexy, sexy~!
[Kool Keith:]
New York City~! New York
California, California
Texas, Texas
Miami; Miami, Florida
Chicago; Chicago, Illanoize
I'm in the mood, laid back with The Impressions
You would think I'm The Enchantements
The 5th Dimension, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles
My flow count the disciples, 808 kicks in the mix
I'm out there hustlin, master of licks
Your panties went down, who you think did the magic trick?
Abracadabra, you're the Prada bag at the crotch list
I know you're on toxics
Faster than Speed Racer, I'm in the Mach 6
If the cat smell one time you're not the top chicks
A guy like me rather smell Vicks
Extra roses by the jacuzzi, when I wash your toes-es
Your sexual intruder
Sexual intruder, your sexual intruder [x2]
Lead singer up front, you feel me like The Temptations
The way I gave you the world
Send you to learn about the moments, on a thousand vacations
Wit'chu sick in the hospital, I bought you the flowers
They were black ivory, they made you cry with heavy emotions
Your back and night was rubbed down professional
with sweet cucumber lotion, with all my time and devotion
You cried about the bills your ex-man had left you with
Throwin rocks into the ocean
I heard your whispers all the way to my ear, on a foggy night
You walkin with one of your Pomeranians, 3 Dog Nights
With pits comin you was in shock
I couldn't let 3 dogs fight (I couldn't let 3 dogs fight)
Your sexual intruder
Sexual intruder, your sexual intruder, sexy
Waitin in the emergency room for your mild concussions
You knew your heart always and forever
Through the heatwave, your body was rushin
You had to get to your own apartment, you didn't want to say with your cousin
Your mom always fussin, takin a train from the Grand Central Station
When I was on stage, nothin could stop you from faintin
Grabbin my hand on the spot, you was scared under the shy lights
With apple bottoms on, jeans fittin tight
Beggin me to put on your direct light, in love like a sex slave
Sippin red Alize under the purple light, sexual intruder
Sexual intruder, I'm your sexual intruder
Sexual intruder, I'm your sexual intruder
Sexual intruder, I'm your sexual intruder
[Kool Keith:]
Yeah
Tacoma Seattle police
Had to come get my bags right in front of Hooters
The whole restaurant watchin
But I'm here
I will find my prey
International, or domestic
The underground is on level E
Most rappers rap on level B
That's considered G.O. proposition
Freestyle competition
You win a Volkswagen on MTV hosted by D.D.
Diamonds spilled around the bars, Parve on the Magnum
Pee-pee the request by NBC
The cheese caviar for the dancers, the high-end romancers
Turn off their tracks
Octapawn is gone, 39.99
Motel on the highway, the "Thong Song"
with Christinie drinkin a martini
You say it's that Millie crochet'n with the yarn
The false don, and a herb, that's right
I'm Agron, a.k.a. The Fonz
Bounce with gator sneaks, handsome good C-notes, the bomb
And vogue 'em out, take 'em to dinner like Don
Shawn know who I am, serve me Grey Poupon
Flavor extra-bration
Mess around you catch a laceration
The voodoo come Hatian the top which he popped maker
You the lagoon faker, I might sign again with a major
Panties gotta be sweet, they can't come in fishy flavors
Everybody's gettin big
Mom give me more potatoes
Jump out and train at the gym with an El Ness brim
In the Phantom with the original fantastic Orangemen on my side
that look like rocks, chicks say he's with Ben Grimm
Ex porn star
Three bottles on ice, look fox he got the rocks
See with the cinnamon, salmon cakes relaxed
I cook on top of your cassette tapes
With Denny's chocolate
I'll force you off the highway for two spicy chicken tins
And two milkshakes
Amino acids can't cover your lip then milk weights
Six pounds, I'll face your anorexia Hollywood phony legs
You better buy Tony's legs
I'm out to bang, two hammers in your Dell
Find you upsidedown in China like David Sucko in a Honda XL
Non-stable crab lice
Get your face changed, movin in different hotels
I guarantee liars'll see "Fright Night"
You cats cover your calves
We built the robot, called Voltron
Who will replace the music industry in ten years
We're working on him right now
[Chorus]
Everybody sound the same
Everybody rap the same
Everybody sound the same
Everybody rap the same
[Kool Keith]
I got 7 million Bentleys, two thousand Range Rovers
8 Jaguars designed up, 600 million ladies lined up
Shoes with built-in air conditioner
All 48 Mack trucks parked in position
Credit cards by the pages
You can't stop the helicopter and baller stages
I take care of adults
Send 20 thousand grants to kids all ages
10 grand pianoes, my TV show's The Sopranos
800 acres of free land
With a custom made zoo don't touch the animals
Bathroom toilet, and bathtub with diamond handles
8,000 flights a year
Send the women to El Salvador first class tickets to come over here
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
22 Porsches in front of 7 gas stations I own
Give every girl a New York a cellular phone
Interstate highway controller 22 thousand cars on the freeway
Co-signer by myself, under me one owner
800 thousand in charity, to the Red Cross and blood donors
Diamonds on my shoe soles
Bears and sheepskins, hunters make my coats from Polars
Support women, give 'em section 8 loyalty
With 50 thousand baby strollers
Send private jets out every 5 seconds to pick up high rollers
Milk containers with my name on 'em
Washing machines with my embrodiery and fame on 'em
Who could stop me?
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
With 8 bodies, I can perform in Dallas and L.A. and New York
and Miami, Texas and Denver, 3 more cities at the same time
Simultaneously sync'd up with the same rhyme
Lyrics come in braille
Did a show in Montreal, in an arena 62 thousand packed
Everybody was blind, 6 thousand pythons around my neck
3 tigers and 4 lions, just bought the tampon maxipad company
There's no slouch or slum in me
Hotel investory - been in the game since Watergate
Six million suits, paid in full
Throwin iced up Rolexes at A.J. Lester
We New Jack City, CMB! You see
[Kool Keith: slowed down]
The Commi$$ioner
The motherfuckin Commi$$ioner
Again~!
I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant
with rat turds on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf
Niggaz like y'all scared of the dark, I told you
You won't close the door and grab a roll of shit by yourself
And blaze your asshole with two logs of fire
when you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches
Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up
On your ass like a horse you felt this
like the bump over your eye become a cyst
Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck
watch on they arm is on my shitlist
I send a gorilla to put his cock up your ass
You don't forget this
Your favorite top MC carry my dick when I piss
It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris
The public, the lesbians got to kiss
[Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets]
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, fuck it
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, FUCK IT!
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, FUCK IT~!
[Kool Keith: slowed down]
Nigga I called this rhymin exercise
The city think you're good, but I'ma shit in your eyes
Wipe my ass with your face
I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya bastard
With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach
That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk
These guys comin with that bullshit
I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the fuck up
Close the door behind you make up your mind
I don't wanna hear that no talk
That cartoon shit you spit that clogged the city of New York
Yes man, hover when you pop a cork
With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork
Tennis racket niggaz don't need to fuck with this rap sport
I'm closer than you think, buttcrack in the telescope
Get your picture off the result
MC's better practice they shit cause I'm hella dope
[Kool Keith:]
You don't wanna fuck around when I strike at piss range
You know the verses I come at you, this strange
When I bring the headaches and upset stomach pills for the cramps
And two boxes of sanitary bath tissue, to wipe your ass
You can't front on me you big-head motherfucker
Bitches love it, the bell sittin on the top of they nose
Irish Spring, around the pubic hair with Johnson's baby oil
On a Hercules cock they robot
And score service order gas masks on my face
Fly as a German model
Camcorder with her tight-ass pussy shaved up to her asshole
Drinkin her mineral
The water, the general
John, A, show y'all some Cleveland cavi shit
Rappers ain't down
Got that God damn thang wastin champagne
You bet those sneakers on yo' feet and that whack-ass chain
I'm havin mo' fun than the bra, no Cherry Lounge
You with boring girls buyin bottles an' shit
No time for local bastards, I'm on some international shit when I spit
You on the FDR Drive flossin Goodyear Blimp
I'm with a bitch in Paris, tomorrow a party in Germany brunettes
You hear, you never saw
Look ten times better than Eva Longoria
Flat stomachs and apple asses
What the fuck you tellin me, you see me, yo
You better come out and thaw, like some meat, Kennedy
My luggage, I don't fuck with these puppets
X-ray my shit through the machine
Why you go to to the movies
With a gorilla with orange hair, glued on top
Off her black hair
That look mean backwards motherfucker, what'chu think you mack there?
Sittin in your fat chair, eatin ribs all day
I wonder do these, cats care
I weight advances
I wait for you to take your chances
And Humpty Dumpty quit it, Prego carriages
My poems increase, above averages
People hatin doin that ordinary miserable shit
Walkin around like savages
Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
Bronx! (Bronx!) Manhattan (Manhattan) Queens (Queens)
Staten Island (Staten Island) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!)
Across the George Washington Bridge from New Jersey (Jersey)
You know about the Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
A.K.A., the Double K
Man get off my back
Y'all sound whack like the "Brown Sugar" soundtrack
You know the office decomposer
Commercial cleaner, garbage disposer
Hang my underwear in New York on top of your Times Square poster
Pullin your snipes down
Sample you, and your girl bring the Vaseline lotion
Babywipes down, nobody can handle me
Overcrowd 20th to 50th Street
The top ten rappers in the Big Apple work janitor
Clean my defecation off the concrete
My pee stains shock your family, piss on your man's hand
... while your girl make the beats
Y'all nothin but packs of candy and sweets
125th Street (125th Street)
125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
The national dominator, urinate on your best hater
The mad people love the vanilla flavor
Take your rap unserious like your movie roles
Don't smile when the Doberman Pinscher
finishes bad work on your sneaker soles, all V.I.P. material
Don't play me, to hype your lyrics
Tear you a new ass, go pay Jay-Z to write your lyrics
Send your girl to dance out of state on spirit
Don't get jealous cause the Avirex DJ usually act like he don't hear it
(I don't hear it) A lot of guys at the station can't play they mother's record
Let alone, their little brother's record
New York is Hollywood, downtown Manhattan is Los Angeles
The truth hurts, everybody in America is sportin them shirts
125th Street (125th Street)
125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
125th Street (125th Street)
Y'all still sportin them jerseys, I got Tom laundry gear
Man bring the Stoli's Vanilla over here, girls floss the beer bellies
It ain't sexy drinkin beer
Talk under the Cerwin Vegas
I'ma act like I can't understand your rap, man it's too loud
Foes are whack, I can't hear, watch the cops escort you out the club
Enjoy yourself, man you scared
Ain't nobody thinkin about you let your shoulders rub
Youse a paranoid studio killer
Stayin home by the fireplace and drinkin Miller
Women with fat ugly men sayin "Girl he is fine!"
Lookin at his fake jewelry shine
125th Street... yeah
125th Street (125th Street)
125th Street, Robert Perry (Robert Perry)
125th Street... (125th Street)
[Intro:]
Ha ha, yeah!
Got'cha man Bobby Grind
Donny V, the man Donny V
The Commission is back
[Donny V:]
Donny V, opens the question, I'm rap's second best
Out of a million other rappers I'm better than the rest
Moet sipper, mic ripper and pussy getter
I'm on my own zone so you know I stay fly nigga
Bitch niggaz go to clubs frontin with they fake Coogi
You ain't a kingpin, take off that slum jewelry
I'm reformed, no more pickin the guns up
Get out of line I'll be the first to say get your funds up
The feds is only waitin for me to catch a case
I have fun now from punchin niggaz in they fuckin face
I'm 'bout to retire from rap, ain't no competition
Rap was fun when bodies came up missin
I cut bodies up, while I listen to Billy Preston
We had a photo session with Bush daughters at the Westin
[Kool Keith: voice EXTREMELY modulated]
Now I'ma shit on top of the Hummer H3
Kick you in the asshole like Gracie
Y'all tryin to get these clown-ass clodhod niggaz to replace me
Y'all toy like Toys'R'Us
You brush your hair back with a red brush
You critics lick the back of a gorilla's ass
Who says I can't cuss?
Y'all like the other product
Nothin motherfuckers, you have to readjust
Touch the diseases under the balls
Make those house calls
We cuttin the nails out of tigers' paws
Shit off the Select-o-Vision
You piss through your television
You see it? You got Hell-o-Vision
Bodies in the back, stay away
Bodies in the front, stay away
I should come from the store, Macy's layaway
[Kool Keith:]
All you motherfuckers droppin that bullshit every month
On that conveyor belt
Forcin that shit down people's throats
And all you motherfuckers I never seen or heard of before
poppin up on motherfuckin magazines
I ain't never seen you motherfuckers in my motherfuckin LIFE~!
Out of nowhere
You just come pop-o-matic MC
[Kool Keith:]
Honey what's up, this is Kool Keith
Gonna take you on vacation
Get your bags ready, I'll call you in 2 hours
Baby you look good under the tripod, directors we work hard
Edit your film, every angle like elegant angel, great shot
Hold your pose, honey be professional
Watch your earrings dangle for the camera, hold it right there
You got the answer
As Tina Turner would say tonight you're my "Private Dancer"
On the premises properly, I deal with models
Like three-part harmony, with skill like Debrye
Hair cover the side of your face
I get to see just a little more from the back side
Show me one of your eyes, the professional photographer
Professional photographer, professional [x2]
I'm beyond you changin your clothes
Put this mask on, c'mere Catwoman, take that off, climb into those
Now you an action figure with boots up to your hips
With a Halle Berry haircut with light green over your eyelashes
I wanna see how you pose
It depends on the perfect outfit and how much you expose
My perfect Hollywood grand prize star, the deal, we gotta get it closed
Cindy put a little extra makeup on her nose
Scars we cover, that's a cute tattoo, everything goes
Move the sparkle shorts a little honey
It's better when everything shows... the professional photographer
Professional photographer, professional [x2]
Hold your face, c'mon show me your confidence
Relax you don't have real tits
Your blouse look hot, it's magnified
Jim give me her black and white prints
I love those panties girl, where you get those?
Red and white your tassles, that show on the side, with lil' peppermints
FHM's greatest, a sensational hit, you're the latest
To the public you're awesome, how can I explain this?
The portrait is a winner, we gotta do somethin with that
I love it give me a little more body, turn to the side and twist
I can see it comin, magazines everywhere
Start signin autographs right now miss, the professional photographer
[Chorus x2: Kool Keith]
No stress, cholesterol, high blood pressure
Blow your asshole out like Vanessa
[Kool Keith]
I'ma jerk off on your little Casio sound
Throw your keyboards into the wall, piss on your perception
Cut off your dial tone, veto your collect call
Shit on your best creation
Ask the generous family, I'ma shit on your extravagant demonstration
Damage your tuxedo vest, come like your tuxedo fresh
Point the index finger, aim twice, aim nice
Put your asshole on the shelf for a 99 cent price
Five minutes to light up your ass like Uncle Ben rice
Carolina in the burgundy and white box
You can't eat Uncle Ben twice
It's like seein the fucked up jaw, on Uncle Ken twice
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
The pop-o-lar pissmaster, Kool Keith
A.K.A., the lineup on the list master
You heard "Spankmaster," but what about the Shitmaster?
Defecate on your chest, leave you frontline niggaz with asthma
Anything shitty comin on the radio
I break the Sony and JVC component set, and turn off you bastards
Eliminate your vision on TV
Flat screen, your wall unit, turn that bitch backwards
I fast forward your shit, count myself the green
Wristband around my head, block your fuckin dunk shot
Haunt you from the past like Sydney Wicks
With apples and grape Now or Laters
Break you motherfuckers in half like chico stix
MC toys, DJ put 'em together
I tell 'em straight fuck the Coleco mix
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Motherfuckers wanna rap about space helmets and shit
You can't tell me shit
Give me the letters nigga, can't even spell me the shit
All rappers run they fuckin lips
I work that motherfuckin microphone
Fuck showin you the skill, you cocaine-ass nigga
You blow and you feel, skinny legs motherfucker
I'm showin you real, I'm showin you deal
My style choco
[Outro]
No stress, cholesterol, high blood pressure
Blow your asshole out like Vanessa
No stress, cholesterol
No stress, cholesterol, high blood pressure
Blow your asshole out like Vanessa
[Chorus x4: singer]
Are you sure you wanna go, to New York City (New York City)
[Kool Keith]
New York City's finest, the added attraction next to your man
Popular name, I'm Mark Minus
Negative, is that the best vocals you give
I pass the structure, you think it's okay, Motown needs to see me
Deliver your cassette, amateurs embarass me
Give me somethin to play, I sit in the big meetings with Damon Dash
Urinate on your shoulders, my delivery is arrogant
I expect cash, don't play anything cartoon in front of Mike Biv
Ask Hyram Hicks, I put my face in the console
My engineer's sharp, I thought you spit on hits
Oh you Spike now, wearin Allen
You sportin Houston's kicks, Central Park West
You rhyme and practice
While I hang out with the Dominican Republic
I keep the Sony Cam, between crushes
I take all Spanish chicks, international rapper
On tight bars with the Spanish mix
Hittin Spanish licks
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
Statues, buildings, street killings, living could be heaven
Pimps {?} thugs, nothing given driven
The Penthouse look is dope cookers jukers
The high price, hookers gamblers pushers
Subways no way, cab some days
Town call always I all days
Honest but dishonest, regardless
I'm heartless, cause money is endless
No heart to get clipped you trip you'll get clipped
The weak will slip, hit is what they get
Heat spark avoid the jack don't talk gun spark
All money sharks in New York
Money's fast, the city ain't slow
The papes low, in all those boroughs, yo
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
Yo, yo
I love the dirty blocks, my thugs at the corner movin that stuff
Controllin the spot, I like the city yo we move quickly
Where the streets talk a lot, yo (uh-huh, yo)
And if you snitch them kids'll get you at the chicken spot
And rock big leathers, and match the Timbs up
Lace the kicks up, the new fitted (new fitted)
A long chains make the chickens get real hot
Stop playin, it's the Big Apple
We take a bite out, conference calls blow ten thousand (yeah)
Bungalo six baby, on just a night out (woo!)
The Westside highway, I test my heat out
Five deep, we move fast and blow the seats out
The streets peak out, they like the Claybornes
Come through, yo we make the streets stop
I know your head bop, New York City (New York)
Where cats wild out and jacks just go out
"And the Rockets in the penalty, and that's one of the things we talked about
earlier. For a guy who you can see now is one of the greatest stars of the
league, he is such a team first player, and such an unselfish player."
"When you say that this guy is averaging right at 27 points a game. And then you
say that he's doing it in rebounding, and then also in assists. He's shooting
48% from the field, but in shot attempts he's under 18 a game. So he maximizes
so that all of the rest of the guys who are playing with him are happy. Because
he's not shooting a low percentage, he's not hogging the ball, he's not
breaking the patterns, he's staying within everything that we're doing."
[Kool Keith:]
I'm that busy Globetrotter, watch you turds skitty-scatter
Do one titty matter? Your girl's an overweight mammal
I work up court, y'all can D up on my handle
I pee on your spot, take your startin slot
Slam my cock in your jaw 'til your bracelets and arms rot
I will jerk off if her booty stink, cause my palm is hot
The crowd watch me jump up and touch the 24 second clock
You ain't no threat, youse a lucky come-up
With a histerectomy from the second block
Your wife smokin lookin for a second rock
Nuts filled up to the top, you remember choc'
Across the street from Donut King, maneuver with donut swing
[Keith: voice lowered]
Man you better leave basketball alone and take your panties home
Man you better leave basketball alone and take your panties home
Ask Paul Silas, the coach of Anthony and Jerome
My pee stick to the floor I will block your baseline
Your inbound lay-up no matter how much coke you put up your ass
Even with a bunch of kids around you behind you you still can't stay up
Come on faggot, take out your Tampax and crush your heart bra
and set a new play up; man to man defense
You move in a female sequence
The type that's comin out of your jeans to make cameltoes
or throw up prints, I'm too dominatin
Down low I kick the dirtiest things on hot rinse
Make sure your buttcrack deal with the nail and hammer penetration
I leave you backed up with rap constipation
Everybody SCARED to move they bowels
Get Haterade and I do suggest you use your towels
Man you better leave basketball alone, and take your panties home
Man you better leave basketball alone
and go home and take your panties home
[Kool Keith:]
I'll be at the All-Star practice with turds on top of your chick's mattress
Full speed, doo-doo mode~!
Y'all ain't the big dogs, full stretched out
You right and curly walkin around in poodle mode
Tractor trailer back up y'all pick up a giant, DOO-DOO LOAD
Truck stop Flying J-er
Season tickets man you can't sit next to me the Mayor
You gas abuser, you need a PT Cruiser
Dance around the keyboards like the great Bob Moog-ah
[voice lowered:]
Man, you better leave basketball alone and take your panties home
Man, you better leave, basketball alone, and take yo' panties home
"And the Rockets in the penalty, and that's one of the things we talked about
earlier. For a guy who you can see now is one of the greatest stars of the
league, he is such a team first player, and such an unselfish player."
"When you say that this guy is averaging right at 27 points a game. And then you
say that he's doing it in rebounding, and then also in assists. He's shooting
48% from the field, but in shot attempts he's under 18 a game. So he maximizes
so that all of the rest of the guys who are playing with him are happy. Because
he's not shooting a low percentage, he's not hogging the ball, he's not
[Kool Keith]
Aww yeah
Navigation defect
Boost out the maximum motherfuckin power
X-ray log intruder, what's the control?
There's your number, leave the three, general justice
Piss in your tosh system, neon lights shine
Glow in the dark, urination, wet up the computer
Oversearch, cosmic sensational
Watch your bitch squat
Distorters move they thongs off
Who that captain up front? Watch who the kid
Counteract, take a shit in the cockpit
Underarm aroma with the dark pit
Don't let me bounce like
Y'know, catch a clock with
Yeah, people jock shit
My pen control the forces
My stamina burn your sources
[Chorus x2: Marc Live]
Move, get out, run for cover
Break out, call your mother, stop talkin
Don't come in the area, bomb terrible
Lose your mind, count your blessings, this is mental
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, the song repeat, the public complain
Every jam is whack, the piss, comin on the number ten station
The number one nation, shit turds
On B-E-S spins like Casey Kasem
Hand y'all the records
Shove all that bullshit up your asshole
Local bastard with upset stomach who barely fart gold
On new hot nine, old release the SCUD missile
Shittin the toilet tissue, defecation is the issue
My dick rise up, in the condom with elevation
I make money, like you hustle
My way up, ride planes bitch like you you and you
Open your fuckin package, ground delivery
FedEx KFC bucket full of horse shit
The farm send you motherfuckers the turtles
I give you doodoo, kidnap with voodoo
Hold your diarrhea blast, come straight forth
Bitch, cock your ass, chocolate brown
Cover your white poodle, fuck you
Shove the bullshit playlist up your boo boo
Plastic ass nigga, you ain't accurate ass nigga
That clown-ass buildin beside track, he get sidetracked
Lick dick fast nigga cut grease
Twelve inches fucked up, Marc turn that shit off, they suck
Play me, when you get that grey beard
I don't give a fuck
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, 7th Vail (7th Vail)
Kool Keith, the prince of New York
My man... H-Bomb
Like no other
My breed is no other
The world fashion instructor
New wave gator conductor
My name written on the back of your hiphuggers
Gotta handle that flashes
Adjust my speed shutter
Futuristic vocalist, Kool Keith
I'm pro at this
I'm too high up in the sky
Many are lower at this
Girls look out the colossal windows
It's on when the wind blows
Scroll through your bank accounts, I'm not a pimp
You wanna give me your pocketbook
I'm not a violatin guy, I'm not a pocket crook
The empire of all this
People say what kinda style you call this
My sparkle shine, it's all wrist
(uh-huh, it's all wrist)
[Chorus: singer]
Your girlfriend got in me mayn
She been givin me brains
There's no shame in her game
But you should be ashamed (I'm the prince of New York)
You see I'm runnin thangs
Got diamond rings and chains
See I move in big ways
I like the finer thangs (I'm the prince of New York)
[uncredited rapper]
From age 14 I been walkin this talk
Fuck Bill Cosby, I'm with the prince of New York
In ninety-four, {?} play with Eric B.
Left {?} for the West coast from Jersey
And that's the time where about Big and 'Pac
The time on the mic, niggaz had to rock
Don't cuss the Lord cause he had blessed
Some distressed from the shine on the chest
The men remain, many get slain
Flipped perks for personal gain, money woodgrain
I changed the code, I save a load
I've crossed the road and L.A. showed
The flyest chicks, the dopest whips
The cush is the shit, out of town is flipped
Your hustle stopped cause you can not
do what I do so you chill with a half knot
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
The National Enquirer, tornado mister
Essence Magazine
You the model with the nice legs in sister to sister
You got a little resume with Mannie Fresh
So you worked a couple of videos
For Mario Winans and Tung Twista
Who's your contact? And who should I call back?
Turn around girl, all I see is a wineglass shape
It's nice right there, the thong gets lost
I see all back
I'm tellin your man, I'm all that
The industry bore me, y'all all whack
I created Hustler, I ball back
When I shop, I'm all back
[Kool Keith:]
(Everybody know that) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that shit) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that)
Little kids get scared
I smack the shit out of a monster when I devour
That's why I shit on Austin Powers
Watch niggaz get souped up and comfortable like the Plymouth Prowler
No homerun bastards, I line up everybody like a fouler
Like they mix baking soda and pasta
Only thing these motherfuckers touch, is Tide and soap powder
(Fuckin soap powder!) Microphone perpetration I see through
I want my vocals up louder
Bitch I write some verses with high octane curses
Popeye and Kentuck' sponsor
I turned down deals with Church's
Y'all fucked up cause the Colonel made the purchase
I can't no longer support 50 thousand MC's, homeless and worthless
The shit department, I thought you was a delivery
Packagin, I put you in charge, alright supervisin piss
My messages get across state to state when I shift doo-doo
out on freight, I take a break
Laugh at you assholes, with club soda and lemon cake
Listen close, examine is that the star flow?
While you talkin baboon shit on the radio
I cancelled seein ducks at the magic show
I know some Mexicans that shit through, the custom sunroof
Butt-naked in Barstow
With bloodhounds on the back of the graffiti Air Force Nikes
That bark low, remember you fuckin with somebody pro
I shake the piss off my dick, on your album intro
Next time you tell the engineer to bring it in slow
Toy-ass niggaz, I been past niggaz
Test crash dummies, I know people that work with these, crash niggaz
For the last 6,008 months I've been hearin trash niggaz
With fucked up paparazzis
That think they clownin big-head motherfuckers
Hot vaginas under they crotch
I like when they bullshit on the mic, and play hopscotch
Touch the controls, adjust your platinum and gold
Put the coke all up in your fuckin nose
Don't sleep you better take that No-Doz
Ain't no motherfucker pushin kilos
Ask the motherfucker next to you, he knows
Raggy-aggy, wear your pants baggy
In front of your used Jaggy
You ain't 24 track you still macky
Opposite dress that's tacky
Y'all fuckin with Jonathan Braggy
Basket of bread you grabby
Your fuckin sides are overweight, can't come in here lookin stupid and flabby
LYRICAL KING~! (lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING~! (y'all know, lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING~! Motherfuck it
[voice lowered:]
Lyrical king
You know the lyrical king when you see him
I don't have to reveal myself to motherfuckers nowhere ever
When I walk in the room, you rip your motherfuckin papers up
You shut the studio time down
You get that motherfucker out the booth
You tell that nigga he's whack
You let motherfuckers know, who's in the motherfuckin back
You serve that coffee, you serve that tea
You let a motherfucker know he's comin out the fuckin teepee
Fuck you motherfuckers, and all you whack-ass motherfuckers
You know who the motherfuckin lyrical, motherfuckin king is!
[Kool Keith:]
See, it's not for everybody
But New York got these certain type of girls
See I'm not the problem
You don't put Keith in your mouth
You look mad, your face poked out
And I can't understand that
Girl you goin out every night with a twisted face
Lookin in the club for a husband
Baby you're disturbed and buggin, turnin off every man you meet
Your datin game is weak
Lookin for Mr. Right, Mr. See-Through, Mr. Light
Hussy you don't know everything, your mind stuck on some big wedding
White house, and white picket fence
Can't enjoy a simple walk at the mall, woman you on defense
Can't fight the evil, overweight with 5 stomachs
Classic New York girl, you're not a model, you're not equal
You're not equal
[Chorus: Keith singing]
Lady thinks she's all that, and then some
You think you all that
Lady thinks she's all that, and then some
You think you all that
[Kool Keith:]
Dinner you eat entirely too much
You turn me off with stress wrinkles in your forehead
Your nasty mouth when you cuss
Think you deserve a limo when you originally just material for the bus
You never exercise but you want men to lust
Like it's strictly about you
Special things need a puppy dog to you
You mad, probably cause this song I wrote is so true
Just got a cellular phone like you doin somethin, brand new
You already dark like a salon, water tan
For overextreme actin your ugly rights, I oughta ban you
I know your kind
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
I complain because you think you look good
You don't even work out, you ain't everything
Searchin for a dumb-ass man, to put up with your suitcase full of junk
You're not exotic a regular squinched up face girl
If I was him I wouldn't buy you anything, unappreciative
And your dress style ain't creative
Poppin your Doublemint gum, makes your character ghetto
In reality don't get mad
I'm dealin with an undercover bum, a sassy ass
That needs more respect for herself
We as men deserve a quiet person, it's hard to find class
[porno movie sex scene for the first 0:29]
[Kool Keith:]
The world gon' criticize, talk
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk
Inspect my shit, dissect my shit
Like the nurse takin samples of my urine bottles down to the hall
... I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball
These niggaz can't be serious with flowers on they shorts
Playin volleyball
Oversaturated shit on the street, I'm tired of y'all
With goo gobs, of applied shit
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot shit~?!
Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton
The bitches pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy
Baby fuckin with niccarightus make those, 8 tons of fun's woman
That cook fit and lift dumptrucks become sleepy and lazy
Six quarter peas by yourself for weight loss programs in New York
Obesity motherfuckers even Sam, know you're crazy
Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me
[porno movie sex secen for the next 0:29]
[unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered]
CD's caters as these stanzas quantize this shit
Let daylight this document sunrise the shit
I love them sun visors when I spit
Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane shit
Saw the muzzle off, that nigga piss on your pit
'Til he shake nervous
Watch him bark in the storeroom bear a frown worthless
Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck
Bitch in the front, with them titties out, shirtless
I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump
When I lay words down your ass jump
Like Mike from the foul line, ballers scrape the balls
Speakers don't make economical bastard
Instantly Alpine, cell boost niggaz
Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth
Look over your shoulder, can't flow niggaz
in the maxi-coat, maybe mink
I can't wait to sport my shit in front of basketball players
And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin ass with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father fuck it I'ma fire Casey
That's for Joe Jiggy, you sit on your ass with spider webs
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, motherfuckin Kool Keith
I'm doin this motherfucker
I'ma get in this motherfucker
I'm worser than chocolate Ex-Lax kid
I'll blow out your asshole
On some Mt. Helen volcano type shit
Dare your girl to try to act fly at the Nassau Coliseum concert
Defend your emotions when I attack
Fuck the words of the monkeys back and forth
Singers and rappers, I'm guaranteed like "5 Fingers of Death"
Reach in your stomach with the iron fist
You can't fuck with the iron wrist
Cup of soup noodle niggaz
Talkin shit, you on my lyin list
Your makeup is Mac
Everybody against the wall, before I piss on your buttcrack
Plastic bastards
I cover your staff members with battery acid
Five people in one motherfucker I'm drastic
Like a bitch who do a fast kick
[Chorus]
Kiss my ass nigga (kiss my ass nigga) [x3]
[Kool Keith]
You get meaner, with that bullshit you talk
Tie rappers up in the basement like preacher
Scrub your fuckin forehead with brillo pads
Gasoline is my ammo
Wipe you motherfuckers up with glass cleaner
Three bottles of Pine Sol, shit on your mixtape
I'll catch you at the mall
Lookin more fake whack-ass wigga
I used to shit on your babysitters
Shut the fuck up, piss all over your transmitters
Motherfuck a garbage-ass nigga
Screamin over your music, FUCK YOU
New York makes you bitter, type of faggot ass nigga
To sit in cat litter, everybody suck my dick
Playin one or two niggaz
Look in the mirror doc, I'm on your time clock
Always inkin a deal
Urinate on your paper when I sign dots
Your CD's up at Universal in a cardboard box
Stop fuckin borin me
With overnight niggaz, with no stories
Motherfuckers gettin they first model bitch
I'm on Simmons level, I shit on your Pave jewelry
From the Brightling to the Jacob to the Rolex
None of these Sesame Street Big Bird Oscar niggaz can fool me
Been eatin chinese food, with Greg Nice
Can't stop the fuckin hustle, my lyrics are Smooth B
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, Bronx, New York City!
Kool Keith
Nobody can't see me no more, or be me no more
The latest rapper who is it, I don't even watch TV no more
Just 16 points a night, Atlanta Hawk cheerleaders, clap when I score
My urination bounce off the basketball floor
My texture is tight, wipe my ass on the fiberglass
Top draft pick, I'm up in here, you know it homes
Compare me to Sean Puffy Combs
The New Jersey Nets won't ignore the bassline dunk
C'mon, jump
Shocked the V.I.P. section
My sneaker prints, show on the backboards with affection
Top to bottom I got 'em
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Keep on jumpin, girls keep pumpin [x3]
[Kool Keith]
No tipperillos, ingredients better, the pie roaster
You must be smokin dust, pull up on you like Doug Collins
Albert and Bernards, I burn hard
Can't stop me the show is not finish
You saw what happened to Steven Houston, like Ron Artest
Rookies comin against ya, is only gonna play 3 minutes
My team form in the corner, better than Carmello's jumper
Your wife watchin me in mid-air, then I'm on fan
Don't hate me, you hate Bryan Pumper
The underhand fingerroll, when he walked off the court
Not impressed with the kicks, who designed the sole
My bottom feet stay on the shoulders of Manute Bol
I'm worst against the clock
Go tell Pee Wee, I'm the best on your block
Top to bottom I got 'em
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
My inside game is hard to rub next to the boards
My lyrics flow, next to yours
Your turnaround is lame, my fadeaway is spectacular
Confront TNT, the show with Charles Barkley
My simple lay-up looks 10 times better than yours
You better on the floors
Your mixtape, I call your DJ pause
On... on... [repeats]
(It's been a code blue! It's been a code blue~!
Comin from The Commi$$ion department!)
[Kool Keith:]
You're not the proven worth it
You're worthless, you hurt this
You catch the tubercu's, your rap style straight circus
Con from Tom, wishin you can survive on a cruton
My enemies walk out and move on
The bar you get your booze on
Straight shot and wooze on
Anybody on the mic then who's on
Come up with him you lose on
Walk your dog, let him get his poop on
The first, you can't get your group on
The beats sync up, I got my loop on
Had the audacity, I'm jazzy, the duke's on
Throw up and get my puke on
Jimmy Goretex you put your boots on
Let the taste bruise corn
Rappers want that truth song
Walk by the cabbie, I cruise on
With black socks all the time, no shoes on
Pay respects and get the dues on
And if you gamble?
You ain't a winner, you get your lose on
[Mr. Whitefolks]
Hey y'all what's happenin you understand me?
You know who the fuck this is
This is Mr. Motherfuckin Whitefolks, you understand me?
About to hit you with some brand new intro type shit
for two thousand and fo', ya understand me?
Y'all ready, and it goes somethin like this
What you say, what you know, ho give me some dough
Don't be slow, knee deep snow
Social security to Edgar Allen Poe
Nina Ross payin the cost
Pussy without dick is pimpin that's lost
Like a cell that's tossed
Kris to the Kross, I'm a player that's boss
Don't care what you say about me
50 said I was a P-I-M-P
It's that way Snoop, fucked your bottom bitch, Betty Boop
Downtown in the loop, a loss you can't recoup
Many are called but few are chosen
Frostbite, and toes got frozen
In here 'til closin
Work keyhole, 'til I get in shape
5th Avenue parade, ticker tape
Straight laced, no chase
Perry Mason took your place
Perform plastic surgery, you got a new face
Lollipop suckers, ice cold motherfuckers
Haven't paid enough dues to be in this club
Had to get a six inch sub
All the whiteboys think they're cooler than me
Impossibly impossibility
Who would you rather be facin
Freddie or Jason
Do you like steak sauce on your steak?
Are you real or fake? I'll pour the A-1
And pimp on you, from day one
[Chorus: female singers]
Gimme my money, my weed, my drank - bitch!
What the fuck you thank?
It's, Mr. Whitefolks, and I keep it pimpin man
La-da-da-deee, la-da-da-dahhh
Chilly Chill, 7th Vail
Kool Keith, and Mr. H
[Kool Keith:]
Yeah, global worldwide
Kool.. Keith
It gotta be that way! [x3]
Girl I'm lookin at you with sheer honesty
Baby fall in love with me, show me, honor me
Can't let me go home tonight
Make you the #1 girl, take you all over the globe
Fluctuate your neck with pearls
Get in the Lincoln Navigator limo
Take her shoppin, make sure she get the credit card
Give her everything, she wants Earl
The pop star lookin off Trump Towers
Gospel groups feel my presence, only God gave me the powers
More incredible than David Blaine, the official one
It gotta be that way! [x3]
Add more, the center of the congregation
Take you to better places
The Panama Canal, to release your backed up frustration
Can you handle the close dancing, grapes and wine?
European suit, the best service
Hugh Hefner atmosphere, bikini extravaganza
Blondes feed me hors d'ouerves, at the Playboy Mansion
Poolside view, E&J; mixed with Perrier
Larger than Dean Martin, never catch me doin "The Best Of"
A compilation with the greatest hits
Just count the albums, I sign myself on your greatest list
It gotta be that way! [x3]
The convention ain't started yet
The camera crews, the paparazzis, the monitors
WNBC, turn on your TV set
More attention than Kate Hudson, gettin off a private jet
Sign your autograph, limo windows go down, I love to cash my check
Love to hear those voices, enough respect
You know what time it is, you know what rhyme it is
No strings you ask yourself partner, are you important in the music biz?
Or do you know what top music is?
Forget the office, if anything's real I will be callin your crib~!
[Kool Keith]
Yeah...
I'm finished workin on the project already
The hype prolonged it, you couldn't handle the deadline
Your team wasn't ready, you tried a pop direction
That wasn't yo' section
We looked over your chorus and yo' rap bars
Analyzed your music, those happy-ass keys
Made you softer than ever, rap some more you should never
I decided to listen, I turned the music off
Becaue the melodies were cotton candy, the music was soft
I heard too much pantyliner stuff
Too much model and whack-ass designer stuff, no masculine touch
Adolescent, let the guy know his tracks is whack
He won't be back
Disrespect yo' production, producer credits
Receive the B stain on the form
Now face the two inch, reel gettin warm
Drop the top of your head
Drum machine gets smacked up beside your face
With a six-pack of beer
I urinate on you Pro Tools mix in your ear
Yellow hats wearin construction gear
Tear down the knobs, off the manly
Set the focus right on fire
You better call the cops and hide behind the Stanley
Studio booked up, New York power play, Unique tried to ban me
Type of guy to bring Texaco gas in the vocal booth
Light a match, burn up your whole family
You're just a big talker, you're not a man to me
Pulled the wires out the back of the amp
Defecate on your drum pads with a maxi
Brown sheepskin, black execution mask
Brass out your Yamaha speakers, shotgun I missed three
other speakers I got one, with great danes, chewin out your amps
You won't be able to duck for long, seen niggaz in summer camp
With men-e-strual cramps
Watch the black afro in the corner with the Huggies
With the diaper rash around your pelvis
Drivin a green Volkswagen buggy, you know Muggy
7 foot 7 orangutang baboon face
From Baltimore, Maryland notorious comin up the turnpike
To move your SSL board out to Richmond, Tony Pissman
In the stationwagon, your engineer's scared to mix the record
down, next to my cousin Bucky
Just eight other computers destroyed
[Kool Keith: with echo effect]
(Dan-ger) Kool... Keith!
You know... it's me again
[Verse 1:]
Black tie affair (dan-ger) girl you better be there
Wit'cha sparkle dress, your hair done escorted by the best
Wall Street navy blue pinstripe professional comfort you touch my chest
Knock wine glasses together, baby I'm impressed
The chaperone with executives upstairs, makin the calls to Rome
Check my messages when you get home
The rap music little kids play won't last in the mature zone
Panties stay lookin good, you know I'm mature bone
I'm dangerous
(Dan-ger) You know I'm dangerous
[Verse 2:]
Dangerous, bigger than rap and rock with keys to the large cities
Women change they locks, hand me the duplication
Look at tears comin down they eyes, tellin me the information
On the balcony, way above these streets
I rub backs in satin sheets
My vocals like fur lay down on satin beats
The international master, with orientals rubbin my feets
Excuse me may I enter your dining room area?
The kind that wanna marry ya
With overflows that get private rooms in the Poconos
Your girlfriends get back stage passes
I sign your pictures at all my shows, I'm dangerous
(Dan-ger) I'm dangerous
[Verse 3:]
Dangerous, extreme hotel bills, I'm real neutral at the Sheraton
Turkey with dijon mustard, your legs with moisturizer
Blueberry pie and ice cream, you know you my custard
Many out there lack luster, the rusher, headlinin over Usher
The 16 sweet bars, the three verse buster
Candles burn, you hold the martini, shirt under the plaid blazer
Madison Avenue with the Bernini, after work party
You look young like a teenager
Business lady with the Anita Baker haircut and a Coke bottle body
I'm dangerous
(Dan-ger) Dangerous...
I'm so... dangerous...
[Flavor Flav]
I can't hear nuttin though
Alright, where you want me to start at?
Aiyyo you can kill the music then
Yo, check one two, check one two in the place to be
From the bottom to the T-O-P
That's right, Flavor Flav, Public Enemy
From Bronx to L.A., we don't fail
Kickin right here for 7th Veil
My man Kool Keith, H-Bomb, no jive
Yo, H-Bomb, hit 'em in the head son
[H-Bomb]
No blazes, tennis shoes and denim
Pimp I got the gators, leathers I kill 'em
Your bullshit events, don't play right
No tribute awards for Mr. Barry White
It's Guantanamo Bay, industry's gay
Hard to get rich, I don't swing that way
That switch to funny make record in Kingston
Jesus is black, tell Mel Gibson
Who wears a skirt, Sting and Dave Navarro
My strap, my money, don't lend, don't borrow
The Sunset Strip is Gaza Strip
Your clothin line is shit, H is fuckin sick!
The rap game industry too quiet
Hehehehehe hah hah Atkins Diet
No backpackers pro-athlete actors
I rep for pimps, pushers, jackers
The P on the fitted I'm all for pimps
I throw ropes down for my niggaz in the clink (yeahhhh boy!)
First and foremost, the industry don't want it
Fuck it, I take what I want and flaunt it
I'm not vexed, they spend for sex
Who's next after Michael, fuck Funkmaster Flex
[Flavor Flav]
Yeahhhh boyee, kickin it for 7th Veil
That's right, H-Bomb (fuck the industry, fuck it)
Kool Keith (fuck the industry nigga fuck it)
Hit 'em G
[Kool Keith]
No game here, I shit on you ill son
Fuck Hollywood's best guest list
Maximum dead-ass parties with flat-ass Paris Hilton
My shit shine bright with Von Dutch wipe
Jockin my gators, bitches with fake titties act like
they don't suck dick, can you see me under the standard light
Fuck the red carpet, I'm in here with standard hype
You just at the crib on Sycamore
Your blonde cocker spaniel, my rings shine in your face
Youse a asswipe, you basketball player nut and scrotum jocker
You the givin ass type, with the Minnesota Timberwolves
Garnett's clockin your ass pipe
Ugly monster-face bitch, you think you dressed tight
Evil bastard, you make your grandmother upset
Don't flush the toilet motherfucker, you tryin to start a fight
Release the shit off my chest, get rid of the gripe
I shit inside your grey and white Nikes
Exercise your fat stomachs, no hamburgers at Chevies
You ride them fuckin bikes
Corny-ass 42 year old player's club bitch
The funky face motherfuckin Wanda Sykes
That baldheaded motherfucker just put a weave in, on UPN
Whack-ass tattoos above your titties
Your hard faced bitch, you'll see me again
Like Faith Evans is the only one that sniffs
All you cocaine motherfuckers in the hills
Even Vivica Fox is a ugly bitch, chasin Curtis for his chips
[Kool Keith:]
Oh~! No
Kooooooooooooooooool, Keith
The Personal Album
Been there, before where you're tryin to go
You're not the main attraction, why you actin like the show?
First let's start with how many people you know
You need juice to rock, boost to rock
You still drop names occasionally, to advance off your block
How many CD's can you stock?
You'll be dissapointed with aftershock
A inner city person, that think they Woodstock
You're over the hill, over the bill
Type of pedestrian, to force the look preppie, you can't be Phil
The A Street look, don't take you up the hill
[Chorus:]
A black kid who think he's white
A black kid who think he's whiiii-iiii-iii-ite
A black kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
[Kool Keith:]
Bad upbringing left you cold, accepted by few
Looking in the mirror, you don't know you
No soul wit'chu, avoiding your uncles and aunts
Stiff on the dancefloor, you're buying straight leg pants more
You connive to settle the score
Everyday is drizzle for you, rain and fog I fizzle for you
You think woman adore you, many don't hear you
A lot ignore you, a baby with a pacifier
You think people gotta be there for you
Mom's biggest baby, drivin that woman crazy
You're not innovative, you're lazy
I made you, you didn't make me, you underestimate me
Even with overweight wannabe millionaires you couldn't fake me
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
Where's the proper respect? A guy with no manners
Can't stand the soul food, rather go out Von Dutch
Don't know the real from the fake, lookin for a big shot
Will the misfits fail, I know you better you won't get the Hollywood break
The superstar birthday party, blow out a celebrity cake
Whatever you got left, is not that hot
One flight of steps, milk the cow for what it's worth
A cursed person, to your last breath
Many floss at the pubs, the effort you give is F
Go home clean up your room, straighten up your mess
Straighten up your mess
[Chorus]
[Keith: singing to the end]
A black kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid
A black kid, who think he's white
Some kind of person who's thinkin he's white
A blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack kid~!
A black kid, who thinks he's white white white white white white
[singing]
Oooooh girl, I need you
I really need you-hooooo
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you, I want you-ooooh - yeahh
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
[Kool Keith]
Beautiful island baby, just you and me
Eatin canteloupe by the water
My everlastin queen I want to have my son
Give me a beautiful daughter
No other woman in the world
You are the queen of my life, my #1 girl
Takin you places you never been before
Blessin you faces you never seen before
You make my sunlight, you make my heart pour
With us ridin the horse and chariot around Central Park
Starin at the beautiful light, I smell your aroma
After dark the most sensous
Our love is everlastin incredible, most continous
The top of the mountains, I climb up it's a must
Eternal love (eternal loooove)
[singing]
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you, I want you to be - yeahh
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you - I want you... I want you, yeah I want you
[Kool Keith]
With my pen releasing the thoughts to your emotional setback
The stress you had is gone, my job is to make you forget that
Enhance your private life, pick up your veil over your face
It's time to make you my wife, for dear life
With infinite time and destination
I'm over the lust beyond the consultation
Ready for the boats with the tender cruises with you FOREVERRR
I wanna relax on vacation
You could be black, white, asian, latin or indian
Dominican and Haitian; with true and honest eyes
It's you I'm facin, and the fierce situation
You made me who I am now, my mind is under all different types
of enjoyin weather in the deep relation
Your feelings are ready for elevation
I need you now to meet me at the station
I need you NOW... to meet me at the STATION
You gotta be there on time
[singing]
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you, I want you - yeahh
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you -- I want you, I want you -- I want you-hooo
[Kool Keith]
I can't think no more, I cry to myself by the bed
I can't sit by the sink no more
Your perfume lingers in my room with the overjoy and pain
I think about you even when it doesn't rain
If the highway was given to you
We would bypass the gridlock and switch into the lover's lane
My extreme thoughts of you, put no other above you
My stare is constant, my eyes say I love you
With the time and essence; I'm overwhelmed with the moment
Many times happy with your presence
Season to season, I'm only weak as you make me
I stopped you in the broad daylight for the reason
I can't tell you the texture of the time shock
With the stopwatch tickin, and the time it took
I'm into the popular sequences
If anything, my diary's full
Girl you on my BLOCK, you in my BOOK
Eternal loooooooove - love
[singing]
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
I want you, I want youuuuuu - yeahh
I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee
[Kool Keith:]
(Classic!) Yeah, this what I like to do on my off time
(Kool Keith~!) A lot of people, they get too complex
(Too complex) I just like to do somethin real smooth
(Real smooth) with my offtime (with my offtime)
I got like ohh, 800 tracks (800 tracks) of my own (of my own)
Forget the laws of music, I can do this
Critics look for the hard work, been done all that weird stuff
You're mad because I'm the smoothest
Read you the corny quotes on the internet
"Why you don't do a character project?"
Vintage Kool Keith, this is what I love doin
Go 'head break your neck, pay you to break a sweat
I just started this song, I ain't even finished yet
J.D. mix my vocals, we didn't get to complain a set
Down to the square, what'chu gonna do
when your corny laptop and computer, ain't there?
[Chorus: Keith singing]
Yeahhh, I do what I want to, the way I want to
When I want to, I do what I want
I do what I want to, the way I want to
When I want to, when I want
[Kool Keith:]
Deep in your heart pop fans, I hate collaborating
The lost people analysts relax
Kool Keith, did bionic music before I rapped on jazz and fusion
and all that electronic music before
Never satisfied, jackasses you want more
You talk about clickin your mouses in your borin houses
Put your money where your mouth is
Macintosh gossip don't pay my bills
Come out your cheap-ass pockets when I lay my skills
CD duplicators, underground masturbators
New fans activate, piss on the hatersssssss
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
Stuck on Octagon~! Oct' is gone~! You get it?
I'm with a girl and cock is on
Go study your lab mice, get out the dark
and turn your boy talk the boys lights on
I love the mall with pretty chicks with spankin new sky blue Nikes on
Shopping bags with jeans, you guys avoid, you need to watch porn
I'm outside, indoor producers online
Never been in the streets, you barely go anywhere
Website cafe, I'm goin the other way
[Kool Keith:]
Kool, Keith
Baby did you cook anything tonight?
What's in the frying pan? Oh~!
You made that salsa huh?
Oh that tastes good, put me some in there
Oh yeah, hold up, aight
Honey I miss you! [x3]
Woman explain to me what you doin, I gotta look at you while you sleep
It's professional when our lips meet
You're the main attraction, perfume smells sweet
Remove your panties off, catch your heartbeat
I can't babysit you, I can't stay wit'chu, every week
I walk you at home at night, listen to you when you speak
My mind on your sofa, what would you like to do?
I'm on your grey leather love seat
I feel your love heat, all your love sweet
Havin orgasms to my love deep
The nighttime visitor, booty call
Girl can you find a babysitter?
You talkin that one hitter quitter
It's all night, it's alright
Get in the back, do your thing
do it miss thang (do it miss thang)
I gotta cheer up your facial expression
You need your stress relief, a heavy sexual session
While hot strawberries bounce off your stomach section
Let me explain to you what I'm testin
Over the bra that cover your chest'n
External foreplay is what I give you all day
You already used to me shavin your legs and moisturizin your skin in the jacuzzi
I'm bound to find you, before you lose me
With cocktails and crystal glasses
I'm blendin to see, business girls from the financial district
I'm shocked, you takin me on a shoppin spree
You wanna let me come over unless a hater stoppin me
Turn that record off, he's floppin B
Honey I miss you! [x3]
[Kool Keith - singing]
Honey I miss you more, than, anything, in the world
Honey I miss YOU, honey I miss YOU
Honey I miss youuuuuuuuuu, more than anythiiiiiiiiiiiiiing
in this worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrld
[Kool Keith:]
Yeah, that's real (I've got all the candles lit)
Kool Keith baby, from the Bronx, New York
You know I miss you right?
I really care about you, more than any other woman in the world
This is what I really like to do
(I've got all the candles lit)
Girl I'ma hold you, let you know
I'm the one... to give you the delicate fun
What is it like to look under the candlelight wit'cha hair done?
Baby you outta sight, jeans are tight
He'll hit you in the eye I'm sorry to hear that
You and your man had a fight, hold your head up don't cry
Everything's gonna be alright, you said it was violent and domestic
The tenth time you got him arrested
You used to look better than that, your black eyes got affected
The cops by your apartment neighbors hear you in the argument
You think it's you and nobody, know where your lover went
Ever since, he broke your arm
Your right rib cage, girl you're somethin else
Let me make a cup of coffee
Here's some hot chocolate, off the shelf
You're nervous, stop shakin, grab ahold of yourself
Everytime you call me you wanna kill yourself
Overtakin prescription, this ain't no science fiction
Girl wanna kill herself
[Chorus: Keith singing]
The girl wanna kill herself [x2]
[Kool Keith:]
Girl wanna kill herself (I've got all the candles lit) brain by the window
Your body hurt with pain you hide from the police department
Callin us every night when he sleep
Let a man in front of your kids beat you up on the brain
He drove you to drugs like a battered woman takin novacaine
Some guy, that keep you in the basement like a dog on a chain
Scared you to death, now you look at everybody strange
Detectives put they head down, it's like workin with a puppet on a string
Your girlfriends complain, 'Tisha say you got blood all over your thangs
You handlin what you did, you slept with him for diamond rings
Circles around your eyes, look like pies
You wanna overdose, stop tellin us lies
The girl wanna kill herself
[Outro:]
The girl wanna kill herself (I've got all the candles lit)
Girl wanna kill herself
Girl wanna kill herself, girl wanna kill herself
The girl wanna kill herself (I've got all the candles lit)
Baby don't kill yourself, cause I need you
I know you've been goin crazy
I'ma be there for you, you know I'm your psychiatrist
I just don't want you to kill yourself
Cause you hurt me when you do that
The girl wanna kill herself
She wants to kill herself
The girl wanna kill herselllllllllf
