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Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom 2 (2008) [Full album]
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Masters of Illusion ( Kool Keith & Motion Man ) presented by KutMasta Kurt [Full Album] (2000)
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Kool Keith - Livin' Astro (1999)
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Kool Keith: NY Messed Up & Ran From Their Sound
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http://www.vladtv.com - Legendary rapper Kool Keith speaks about the current state of rap and certain people thinking that 808s only belong to a certain region, but he says it's universal to hip hop. Adding to the conversation, Keith says that New York messed up and ran away from their own sound, and believes that New York rappers were searching too hard for unique samples. Speaking of sampling, the Ultramagnetic MCs rapper says that he's getting tired of the art form and wants to start creating original scores. He adds that he wants to make music that people will want to sample in the future, not the other way around. -
Kool Keith - The Flow
Kool Keith - The FlowKool Keith - The Flow
Kool Keith release his video "The Flow" filmed in Detroit during Labor Day weekend 2014 by Derek Gauci of Falcoln Film studios. Location provided by Rock Monroe.
- Abstract art
- Allmusic
- Analog Brothers
- Bass guitar
- Billboard (magazine)
- Billboard 200
- Billboard charts
- CMH Records
- Collabs Tape
- Columbia Records
- Critical Beatdown
- Dan the Automator
- Dice (rapper)
- Diesel Truckers
- DJ Qbert
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- Dr. Octagon
- Dr. Octagonecologyst
- DreamWorks Records
- East Bay Express
- Esham
- Game (KHM album)
- Hip hop music
- Horrorcore
- Ice-T
- In High Definition
- Jacky Jasper
- Keyboard instrument
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- KutMasta Kurt
- Kutmasta Kurt
- Mastamind
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- Matthew (album)
- MTV News
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- New York
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- Pimp to Eat
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- Rapping
- Record label
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- Ruffhouse Records
- Scratching
- Sex Style
- Sexual intercourse
- Spankmaster
- Spazz (band)
- Stage name
- Surrealism
- Tashan Dorrsett
- Template Kool Keith
- The A.V. Club
- The Bronx
- The Clayborne Family
- The Dayton Family
- The Prodigy
- The Washington Post
- Thee Undatakerz
- Tim Dog
- Ultramagnetic MCs
- United States
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'Kool Keith' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:
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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ALBUMS
- The Dangerous Liaisons (intro)
- You Love That
- Cow-Boy Howdy
- New York
- Vacation Spot
- Supremacy
- Impressions
- The Game Is Free
- Who’s the Man
- Pull Your Hat Down
- Extra Thoughts
- Something Special
- I Never Hurt You
- Lovin’ Me
- Goodbye Rap
- The Legend of Tashan Dorrsett (Prelude)
- New Shit (feat. Champ) (DJ Junkaz Lou remix)
- Supa Supreme (Marley Marl remix)
- Flow Smooth (feat. Ced Gee) (DJ Junkaz Lou remix)
- The Real Beginner (feat. Chem) (Ariel 'The Cartel' Caban remix)
- Above the Sea Level (Agallah 'The Don Bishop' remix)
- Tashan Dorrsett... (Domingo remix)
- Track Runner (feat. Marc Live, Raaddrr Van, TR Love) (TR Love remix)
- Glamour Life (feat. Marc Live) (DJ Junkaz Lou remix)
- Booty Clap (feat. Big Sche Eastwood) (Mr. Sche remix)
- Black Lagoon (Domingo remix)
- Magnetic Junkadelic (DJ Junkaz Lou remix)
- I'm Nice
- Dance for You
- Real Gold
- Laid Back in the Sun
- I Am Computer
- Botswana
- California Fly
- Dunk on Them
- No Sucker
- Magician
- Space Center
- Motel 6 Super 8
- Your Phone
- Maxithong
- Tell Them How
- Future Galaxy
- Casting
- Photo Session
- Executive Suites
- Give It 2U Girl
- Nasty Girl
- Not the Same
- Real Super Stars
- Make U Wet
- Don't Worry About Me
- Fast Lane
- Take You There
- Touch UR Self
- Intro
- Supa Supreme
- Above Sea Level
- Flow Smooth
- Glamour Life
- La Chacha
- Magnetic Junkadelic
- The Real Beginer
- Tashan...
- Booty Clap
- We Turn (skit)
- Black Lagoon
- New Shhhiiit
- Indian
- Track Runner
- Industry
- Zapp
- Magnetic Junkadelic (Junkadelic remix)
- Supa Supa Supreme (Larry Hutch remix)
- Booty Clap (remix)
- Flow Smooth (Kutmasta Kurt remix)
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Ultra-Octa-Doom in High Definition (feat. Kutmasta Kurt and Motion Man)
Released 2007
Released 2007
- Pablitos Way (Motion Man)
- Don’t Touch the Stereo
- Let Me Be the One
- Funky
- Ease Back
- Ego Trippin
- Two Brothers W/ Checks
- Heads Up Bob Down
- Check It Out S.F.
- Blue Flowers
- Blue Flowers (KMK remix)
- Girl Let Me Touch You
- Freaks
- Spankmaster
- Livin Astro
- G-Spot
- Sex Style
- Poppa Large
- I Don’t Believe You
- No Chorus
- G-Spot
- Cornfield
- Traffic Jam
- Knock on the Door
- Seattle Tacoma
- Shit Stains
- Bob Boss
- Report
- Bushman Tells It
- Rundown
- The Caribbean
- Running for Congress
- Border Patrol
- Prepare
- You Know the Game
- Rubba Love
- From Da Back
- Big Eyes
- Droppin' Seeds
- Why You Frontin'?
- Remember Me?
- Freak It
- Time for Business
- You Get Yours
- Spread 'em
- Time for Sex
- Anal Conquests (skit)
- Erotic Ride
- Wet You Up
- Big Eyes (demo version) / [untitled]
- The Promoters
- NBA Superstar
- Acting Hard
- Get Your Groove On
- Giant Stadium
- Steroids
- Fly Ass Nigger
- What You Doing
- Animals in the Projects
- Lyrical King
- Intro
- Sex Style
- Don't Crush It
- Make Up Your Mind
- Sly We Fly (feat. Noggin Nodders)
- Plastic World
- Stuck on Pussy Drive
- Regular Girl
- The Mack Is Back
- What's He Like?
- Still the Best
- In Your Face
- Lick My Ass
- Keep It Real...Represent
- Little Girls
- After the Club
- Lovely Lady
- Get Off My Elevator / Can I See Your Panties?
- Move
- Women Turn on Your T.V.
- She Likes Your Sex
- Varoom
- Can't Fuck Wit This
- The Voo Doo
- Feel About You
- Kiss My Ass
- Two Step
- Star Struck
- No Stress
- Tell 'Em Bitch
- I Want You to Be
- 14th Song on the Album
- Think You're Sexy
- Iraqi Verse
- Keep on Jumpin'
- Dark Thought (outro)
- Shorty
- Supreme Sound
- Hey Mami
- Out Tonight
- Sugar
- Release
- Closed Doors
- Apples
- Positivity
- Don't Worry
- 27 Teams
- Girl Wanna Kill Herself
- I Do What I Want
- Take Off Your Panties
- Professional Photographer
- Sexual Intruder
- I'm Dangerous
- A Black Kid Who Think He's White
- Lady Thinks She's All That
- It Gotta Be That Way
- Change Your World
- Honey I Miss You
- Sexy Girl
- Diesel Truckers Theme
- The Orchestrators
- Break U Off
- Takin' It Back
- Mental Side Effects
- I Love You Nancy
- Diesel Truckin'
- The Legendary
- Can I Buy U a Drink?
- I Drop Money
- Mane
- Bamboozled
- Serve 'em a Sentence
- Kenworths With Wings
- Game
- Tess Shit
- Baby Baby
- You Can't Go Outside
- Robert Perry
- Freaks
- Girls Want You
- New York City
- Shit Expands
- Cleavage
- Girl You Know
- Telephone Girlfriend
- Everybody Playin' Here
- Taking Pictures
- Gina Called
- Same Sound
- Trying to Talk to You
- Concert Intro
- I Wanna Play
- I'm a Tell-U
- Mack Trucks
- Drugs
- Yes Yes Y'All
- Haters
- N.B.A.
- Jewelry Shine
- Eldaradoe's
- Maxin' in the Shade
- Big Frank
- Jealous
- Girls Would U Fuck Tonight?
- Stoney Jackson
- Girls in Jail
- Blackula
- Dark Vadar
- Captain Save 'Em
- Spank-Master (Take Off Your Clothes)
- F-U M. F.
- 27 Shots
- Errand Boy (skit)
- Operation Extortion
- Baddest M. C.
- Extravagant Traveler
- Recoupment (skit)
- I Don't Believe You
- Lived in the Projects
- Keith N Bumpy
- The Set Up (skit)
- Shoes N Suits
- Diamonds
- Sweet Unique Pete
- Do You Masturbate?
- Back Stage Passes
- Mad Man Departure / Test Press / Sweet Unique Pete (edited)
- Intro
- Lost in Space
- Rockets on the Battlefield
- Livin’ Astro
- Supergalactic Lover
- Master of the Game
- I’m Seein’ Robots
- Static
- Intro 2
- Black Elvis
- Maxi Curls
- Keith Turbo
- Fine Girls
- The Girls Don’t Like the Job
- Clifton
- All the Time
- I Don’t Play
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Kool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
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Kool Keith - Paradise (Feat Megabone)
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Doctor Octagon(Kool Keith) - Dr. Octagonocologyst (Full Album)
- Duration: 65:57
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
1. Intro 2. 3000 3. I Got To Tell You 4. Earth People 5. No Awareness 6. Real Raw 7. General Hospital 8. Blue Flowers 9. Technical Difficulties 10. A Visit T...
http://wn.com/Doctor_Octagon(Kool_Keith)_-_Dr._Octagonocologyst_(Full_Album)
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- published: 23 Dec 2013
- views: 50113
- author: Filthy
KEEP IT KOOL- THE KOOL KEITH STORY
- Duration: 31:49
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
From the early days of Hip Hop in his native Bronx, to his pioneering work with UltraMagnetic Mc's, to re- defining underground Hip Hop with his Dr. Octagon ...
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From the early days of Hip Hop in his native Bronx, to his pioneering work with UltraMagnetic Mc's, to re- defining underground Hip Hop with his Dr. Octagon ...
- published: 11 Mar 2014
- views: 27186
- author: Ya Heard
Kool Keith - Sex Style Unreleased Archives (2007) [full album]
- Duration: 65:10
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
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 Wh...
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- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 14580
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom 2 (2008) [Full album]
- Duration: 52:13
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
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- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 33850
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Masters of Illusion ( Kool Keith & Motion Man ) presented by KutMasta Kurt [Full Album] (2000)
- Duration: 60:56
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
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...
http://wn.com/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...
- published: 09 Dec 2013
- views: 27531
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
Kool Keith - Livin' Astro (1999)
- Duration: 4:32
- Updated: 13 Aug 2013
Kool Keith's Music Video "Livin' Astro"
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Livin'_Astro_(1999)
Kool Keith: Rappers Were Mad at Eminem Shout Out
- Duration: 5:57
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
http://www.vladtv.com - Kool Keith opens up about Eminem giving him a shout on "Monster," where the Detroit rapper said he was "Going coo-coo and kooky as Ko...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Rappers_Were_Mad_at_Eminem_Shout_Out
http://www.vladtv.com - Kool Keith opens up about Eminem giving him a shout on "Monster," where the Detroit rapper said he was "Going coo-coo and kooky as Ko...
- published: 04 Apr 2014
- views: 49131
- author: djvlad
Kool Keith - Plastic World
- Duration: 4:09
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Kool Keith Plastic World Music Video.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Plastic_World
Kool Keith - Strip Club Husband
- Duration: 4:07
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Kool Keith 'Demolition Crash', new album in stores now. Produced by Dj Junkaz Lou. Co-prod by Mr. Sche & Kool Keith Feat : Rah Digga, A.G (DITC), Fred Beanz,...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Strip_Club_Husband
Kool Keith 'Demolition Crash', new album in stores now. Produced by Dj Junkaz Lou. Co-prod by Mr. Sche & Kool Keith Feat : Rah Digga, A.G (DITC), Fred Beanz,...
- published: 23 Jan 2014
- views: 24226
- author: Junkadelic Music
Kool Keith on Kanye West, NBA, The Prodigy, Tim Dogs death [splash!-Mag Interview]
- Duration: 13:24
- Updated: 05 Sep 2014
Half a year ago we had the opportunity to invite Kool Keith to an interview for our Channel Zero section. We talked with him, among other things about the Ul...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_on_Kanye_West,_NBA,_The_Prodigy,_Tim_Dogs_death_splash!-Mag_Interview_
Half a year ago we had the opportunity to invite Kool Keith to an interview for our Channel Zero section. We talked with him, among other things about the Ul...
- published: 28 Jun 2014
- views: 3397
- author: SPLASH! MAG
KEITH FLOYD : Kool Keith / Pink Floyd Mixtape (2013)
- Duration: 27:02
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
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. ...
http://wn.com/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. ...
- published: 10 Dec 2013
- views: 16472
- author: Kill Money
Kool Keith: NY Messed Up & Ran From Their Sound
- Duration: 4:34
- Updated: 15 Apr 2014
http://www.vladtv.com - Legendary rapper Kool Keith speaks about the current state of rap and certain people thinking that 808s only belong to a certain region, but he says it's universal to hip hop. Adding to the conversation, Keith says that New York messed up and ran away from their own sound, and believes that New York rappers were searching too hard for unique samples.
Speaking of sampling, the Ultramagnetic MCs rapper says that he's getting tired of the art form and wants to start creating original scores. He adds that he wants to make music that people will want to sample in the future, not the other way around.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_NY_Messed_Up_&_Ran_From_Their_Sound
http://www.vladtv.com - Legendary rapper Kool Keith speaks about the current state of rap and certain people thinking that 808s only belong to a certain region, but he says it's universal to hip hop. Adding to the conversation, Keith says that New York messed up and ran away from their own sound, and believes that New York rappers were searching too hard for unique samples.
Speaking of sampling, the Ultramagnetic MCs rapper says that he's getting tired of the art form and wants to start creating original scores. He adds that he wants to make music that people will want to sample in the future, not the other way around.
- published: 15 Apr 2014
- views: 9533
Kool Keith - The Flow
- Duration: 3:18
- Updated: 06 Sep 2014
Kool Keith release his video "The Flow" filmed in Detroit during Labor Day weekend 2014 by Derek Gauci of Falcoln Film studios. Location provided by Rock Monroe.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_The_Flow
Kool Keith release his video "The Flow" filmed in Detroit during Labor Day weekend 2014 by Derek Gauci of Falcoln Film studios. Location provided by Rock Monroe.
- published: 06 Sep 2014
- views: 2006
Kool Keith - Goodbye Rap
- 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...
http://wn.com/Kool_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...
- published: 05 Jun 2012
- views: 97354
- author: Junkadelic Music
Kool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
- Duration: 6:33
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
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: 159571
- author: djreal
Kool Keith - Paradise (Feat Megabone)
- Duration: 3:35
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
KOOL KEITH 'DEMOLITION CRASH' UGHH : http://ughh.com/kool-keith-demolition-crash/JM78CD/ Fatbeats : http://www.fatbeats.com/products/kool-keith-demolition-cr...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Paradise_(Feat_Megabone)
KOOL KEITH 'DEMOLITION CRASH' UGHH : http://ughh.com/kool-keith-demolition-crash/JM78CD/ Fatbeats : http://www.fatbeats.com/products/kool-keith-demolition-cr...
- published: 27 Mar 2014
- views: 14789
- author: Junkadelic Music
Kool Keith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
- Duration: 3:25
- Updated: 17 Sep 2014
KoolKeith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
From Tony Slowmo's album "Grammy" Coming Soon
Kool Keith Twitter:@Ultraman7000
A.Dd+ Twitter/IG: @addhoe
Track Produced By: Tony Slowmo / @TonySlowmoBeats
Video Directed By: Jeff Adair / @JeffAdairFilms
Sponsored By: Top Shelf Shows / @topshelfshows
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_ft_ADd+_"Magnum_Large"
KoolKeith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
From Tony Slowmo's album "Grammy" Coming Soon
Kool Keith Twitter:@Ultraman7000
A.Dd+ Twitter/IG: @addhoe
Track Produced By: Tony Slowmo / @TonySlowmoBeats
Video Directed By: Jeff Adair / @JeffAdairFilms
Sponsored By: Top Shelf Shows / @topshelfshows
- published: 17 Sep 2014
- views: 1572
Hubbs & Kool Keith freestyle on @RapIsOuttaCntrl
- Duration: 3:40
- Updated: 23 Jul 2014
http://www.RapIsOuttaControl.com/hubbs-kool-keith-freestyle-on-rapisouttacntrl/
http://twitter.com/RapIsOuttaCntrl
http://twitter.com/itsDJEclipse
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http://www.sirius.com/hiphopnation
http://wn.com/Hubbs_&_Kool_Keith_freestyle_on_@RapIsOuttaCntrl
http://www.RapIsOuttaControl.com/hubbs-kool-keith-freestyle-on-rapisouttacntrl/
http://twitter.com/RapIsOuttaCntrl
http://twitter.com/itsDJEclipse
http://twitter.com/iDstroy
http://twitter.com/J57
http://twitter.com/TheBeeShine
http://www.sirius.com/hiphopnation
- published: 23 Jul 2014
- views: 379
InnerSpace: Morgan Hoffman interviews Hip-Hop Legend Kool Keith
- Duration: 4:45
- Updated: 20 Aug 2014
Morgan Hoffman interviews hip hop legend Kool Keith on February 7, 2014, for InnerSpace. Subscribe for more: http://ow.ly/rQCIc For more SPACE follow: Facebo...
http://wn.com/InnerSpace_Morgan_Hoffman_interviews_Hip-Hop_Legend_Kool_Keith
Morgan Hoffman interviews hip hop legend Kool Keith on February 7, 2014, for InnerSpace. Subscribe for more: http://ow.ly/rQCIc For more SPACE follow: Facebo...
- published: 13 Feb 2014
- views: 3683
- author: Space
Nardwuar vs. Kool Keith
- Duration: 3:29
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
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: 102650
- author: NardwuarServiette
Kool Keith: Tim Dog Made "F**k Compton" for Publicity
- Duration: 2:48
- Updated: 18 Sep 2014
http://www.vladtv.com - Kool Keith spoke on the impact of late rapper Tim Dog's "F*ck Compton" track, in this clip from his exclusive interview with VladTV.
Keith recalled Tim wanting to make a controversial record just to stir up some publicity, so he created the track titled "F*ck Compton." According to Keith, Tim wasn't trying to specifically take legitimate shots at Compton and really stir up a beef, but was trying to paint clear pictures to get his message across about various street-related topics. Keith believes that "F*ck Compton" really had a strong impact and "left a big stain" on how West Coast rappers felt about it for a long time.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Tim_Dog_Made_"F**k_Compton"_for_Publicity
http://www.vladtv.com - Kool Keith spoke on the impact of late rapper Tim Dog's "F*ck Compton" track, in this clip from his exclusive interview with VladTV.
Keith recalled Tim wanting to make a controversial record just to stir up some publicity, so he created the track titled "F*ck Compton." According to Keith, Tim wasn't trying to specifically take legitimate shots at Compton and really stir up a beef, but was trying to paint clear pictures to get his message across about various street-related topics. Keith believes that "F*ck Compton" really had a strong impact and "left a big stain" on how West Coast rappers felt about it for a long time.
- published: 18 Sep 2014
- views: 3920
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Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998
Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998
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KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing LIVIN' ASTRO (Black Elvis/Lost In Space album 1999) and SEX STYLE (Sex Style album 1997) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014 filmed & ... -
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
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Kool Keith - Blue Flowers Remix Live In San Francisco (Concert)
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Kool Keith freestyle live
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Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)
Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)
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Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
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LiHot Live with Kool Keith
LiHot Live with Kool KeithLiHot Live with Kool Keith
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Kool Keith aka Dr.Octagon Live
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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.... -
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom - "You Live at Home With Your Mom" W/ Lyrics
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Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
"Poppa Large" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees, in San Francisco, at the DNA Lounge on 7/5/1993, at one of Dave Paul's Bomb parties. Other artists who perfo... -
KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing POPPA LARGE (Ultramagnetic MC's) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal. filmed & edited by FKP. -
KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)
KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)
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Kool Keith Live
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Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - IconicProject X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
Kool Keith Tim Dog Marc Live Project X. -
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
Produced by: The Diesel Truckers http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/diesel-truckers/id73550192 http://www.discogs.com/Kool-Keith-Diesel-Truckers/release/363718... -
KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing classic's songs (Dr Octagon, Black Elvis, Ultramagnetic MC's..) I DROP MONEY, EXTRAVAGANT TRAVELER, WILD AND CRAZY, EARTH PEOPLE.... Li... -
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE setKool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set
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Gambinos - Marc Live feat. Kool Keith
Gambinos - Marc Live feat. Kool KeithGambinos - Marc Live feat. Kool Keith
Marc Live - Operation Infinite Grit 2004 project x clayborne family khm warped tour black elvis dr dooom raw breed http://www.ultrakeith.net. -
kool keith - sex style LIVE with Tim DoGG an Mark Live
kool keith - sex style LIVE with Tim DoGG an Mark Livekool keith - sex style LIVE with Tim DoGG an Mark Live
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KHM - Executive Decision - Game - Kool Keith - Marc Live - H-Bomb
KHM - Executive Decision - Game - Kool Keith - Marc Live - H-BombKHM - Executive Decision - Game - Kool Keith - Marc Live - H-Bomb
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DJ Spooky & Kool Keith Black Elvis Tour (DJ Spooky Set) Live at The Moon (Tallahasse, FL) 1999
DJ Spooky & Kool Keith Black Elvis Tour (DJ Spooky Set) Live at The Moon (Tallahasse, FL) 1999DJ Spooky & Kool Keith Black Elvis Tour (DJ Spooky Set) Live at The Moon (Tallahasse, FL) 1999
DJ Spooky's set for the Black Elvis Tour live at The Moon in Tallahasse, FL.
Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998
- Duration: 57:10
- Updated: 03 Jul 2014
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Live_in_San_Francisco_1998
KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
- Duration: 5:07
- Updated: 02 Jul 2014
KOOL KEITH performing LIVIN' ASTRO (Black Elvis/Lost In Space album 1999) and SEX STYLE (Sex Style album 1997) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014 filmed & ...
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_-_LIVIN'_ASTRO_&_SEX_STYLE_Live_@_Cabaret_Underworld,_Montreal,_2014
KOOL KEITH performing LIVIN' ASTRO (Black Elvis/Lost In Space album 1999) and SEX STYLE (Sex Style album 1997) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014 filmed & ...
- published: 12 Feb 2014
- views: 715
- author: FONKYPROD
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt Live @ Amsterdam, Paradiso 2011 (HD)
- Duration: 24:59
- Updated: 07 Aug 2014
Kool Keith live @ Paradiso in Amsterdam!
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_&_KutMasta_Kurt_Live_@_Amsterdam,_Paradiso_2011_(HD)
Kool Keith - Blue Flowers Remix Live In San Francisco (Concert)
- Duration: 4:48
- Updated: 11 May 2014
Kool Keith - Live In San Francisco (Concert)
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Blue_Flowers_Remix_Live_In_San_Francisco_(Concert)
Kool Keith freestyle live
- Duration: 5:46
- Updated: 10 Aug 2014
Kool Keith freestyle live at Zen bar Auckland.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_freestyle_live
Kool Keith freestyle live at Zen bar Auckland.
- published: 11 Jun 2009
- views: 7828
- author: moseonpictures
Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)
- Duration: 5:38
- Updated: 17 Jun 2014
Hip Hop Legend "Kool Keith" rocked vancity's Venue Nightclub on Jan 30th 2014.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Peforming_Live_in_Vancity_(Jan_30th_2014)
Hip Hop Legend "Kool Keith" rocked vancity's Venue Nightclub on Jan 30th 2014.
- published: 01 Feb 2014
- views: 243
- author: TheRealHipHopRecipe
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
- Duration: 33:38
- Updated: 14 Apr 2014
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_&_KutMasta_Kurt_live_@_Amsterdam,_Winston_Kingdom_2013_(HD)
LiHot Live with Kool Keith
- Duration: 2:44
- Updated: 08 Jul 2014
http://on.fb.me/URBN247 - Become a Fan! http://youtube.com/URBN247 - Click to Subscribe! http://Twitter.com/URBN247 - Follow Us! Diplo has Ellipant on Mad De...
http://wn.com/LiHot_Live_with_Kool_Keith
http://on.fb.me/URBN247 - Become a Fan! http://youtube.com/URBN247 - Click to Subscribe! http://Twitter.com/URBN247 - Follow Us! Diplo has Ellipant on Mad De...
- published: 21 Apr 2014
- views: 244
- author: URBN247
Kool Keith aka Dr.Octagon Live
- Duration: 10:50
- Updated: 27 Aug 2014
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....
http://wn.com/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: 10503
- author: mike abb
Kool Keith - Dr. Dooom - "You Live at Home With Your Mom" W/ Lyrics
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 30 Aug 2014
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Dr._Dooom_-_"You_Live_at_Home_With_Your_Mom"_W_Lyrics
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
- Duration: 4:14
- Updated: 27 Aug 2014
"Poppa Large" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees, in San Francisco, at the DNA Lounge on 7/5/1993, at one of Dave Paul's Bomb parties. Other artists who perfo...
http://wn.com/Ultramagnetic_MC's_(Kool_Keith)--_Poppa_Large_live_@_Bomb_Party_in_SF_7_5_1993
"Poppa Large" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees, in San Francisco, at the DNA Lounge on 7/5/1993, at one of Dave Paul's Bomb parties. Other artists who perfo...
- published: 22 Feb 2009
- views: 4683
- author: apkallu
KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
- Duration: 3:07
- Updated: 17 Mar 2014
KOOL KEITH performing POPPA LARGE (Ultramagnetic MC's) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal. filmed & edited by FKP.
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_-_POPPA_LARGE_Live_@_Cabaret_Underworld,_Montreal,_2014
KOOL KEITH performing POPPA LARGE (Ultramagnetic MC's) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal. filmed & edited by FKP.
- published: 12 Feb 2014
- views: 161
- author: FONKYPROD
![KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)](http://web.archive.org./web/20141017212423im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/55tSKMus2fg/0.jpg "KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)")
KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)
- Duration: 4:46
- Updated: 30 Jul 2014
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- published: 15 Oct 2012
- views: 766
- author: RectangularRotation
Project X (kool keith, marc live & tim dog) - Iconic
- Duration: 4:33
- Updated: 28 Aug 2014
Kool Keith Tim Dog Marc Live Project X.
http://wn.com/Project_X_(kool_keith,_marc_live_&_tim_dog)_-_Iconic
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
- Duration: 3:59
- Updated: 30 Aug 2014
Produced by: The Diesel Truckers http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/diesel-truckers/id73550192 http://www.discogs.com/Kool-Keith-Diesel-Truckers/release/363718...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_ft._Kutmasta_Kurt_-_Bamboozled_(ft._Marc_Live_&_Jacky_Jasper)
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: 908
- author: Surgeon Vault
KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
- Duration: 4:19
- Updated: 14 Mar 2014
KOOL KEITH performing classic's songs (Dr Octagon, Black Elvis, Ultramagnetic MC's..) I DROP MONEY, EXTRAVAGANT TRAVELER, WILD AND CRAZY, EARTH PEOPLE.... Li...
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_-_CLASSIC'S_MEDLEY_-_Live_@_Cabaret_Underworld,_Montreal,_2014
KOOL KEITH performing classic's songs (Dr Octagon, Black Elvis, Ultramagnetic MC's..) I DROP MONEY, EXTRAVAGANT TRAVELER, WILD AND CRAZY, EARTH PEOPLE.... Li...
- published: 12 Feb 2014
- views: 207
- author: FONKYPROD
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set
- Duration: 6:00
- Updated: 22 May 2012
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set Thanks to people At Zen bar.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Ultramagnetic_LIVE_set
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set Thanks to people At Zen bar.
- published: 11 Jun 2009
- views: 527
- author: moseonpictures
Gambinos - Marc Live feat. Kool Keith
- Duration: 3:19
- Updated: 23 Feb 2014
Marc Live - Operation Infinite Grit 2004 project x clayborne family khm warped tour black elvis dr dooom raw breed http://www.ultrakeith.net.
http://wn.com/Gambinos_-_Marc_Live_feat._Kool_Keith
Marc Live - Operation Infinite Grit 2004 project x clayborne family khm warped tour black elvis dr dooom raw breed http://www.ultrakeith.net.
- published: 02 Jan 2010
- views: 4168
- author: dame0001
kool keith - sex style LIVE with Tim DoGG an Mark Live
- Duration: 3:24
- Updated: 24 Aug 2010
kool keith - sex style LIVE with Tim DoGG an Mark Live Thanks to the people at FuZen.
http://wn.com/kool_keith_-_sex_style_LIVE_with_Tim_DoGG_an_Mark_Live
kool keith - sex style LIVE with Tim DoGG an Mark Live Thanks to the people at FuZen.
- published: 11 Jun 2009
- views: 411
- author: moseonpictures
KHM - Executive Decision - Game - Kool Keith - Marc Live - H-Bomb
- Duration: 3:34
- Updated: 17 Jun 2014
KHM - Executive Decision - Game.
http://wn.com/KHM_-_Executive_Decision_-_Game_-_Kool_Keith_-_Marc_Live_-_H-Bomb
DJ Spooky & Kool Keith Black Elvis Tour (DJ Spooky Set) Live at The Moon (Tallahasse, FL) 1999
- Duration: 26:02
- Updated: 01 Aug 2014
DJ Spooky's set for the Black Elvis Tour live at The Moon in Tallahasse, FL.
http://wn.com/DJ_Spooky_&_Kool_Keith_Black_Elvis_Tour_(DJ_Spooky_Set)_Live_at_The_Moon_(Tallahasse,_FL)_1999
DJ Spooky's set for the Black Elvis Tour live at The Moon in Tallahasse, FL.
- published: 09 Jan 2014
- views: 266
- author: Bomb Hanks
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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. -
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH InterviewDLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
www.Don'tLetTheLabelLabelYou.com FB:https://www.facebook.com/DontLetTheLa... // Twitter & Youtube: /DLTLLY A few weeks ago the legend Kool Keith played a sho... -
Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!
Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!
Christmas Day 2012...Kool Keith phoned into HipHop Flavors and let us in on everything from his thoughts on the state of hip-hop today to his favorite PORNSTARS... Enjoy -
Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
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... -
kool keith - BoomBox...Interview
kool keith - BoomBox...Interviewkool 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... -
Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black Elvis
Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black ElvisDavey 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 ... -
Kool Keith Interview
Kool Keith InterviewKool Keith Interview
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In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1
In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1In 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... -
Soul Assassins Radio presents: Kool Keith
Soul Assassins Radio presents: Kool KeithSoul Assassins Radio presents: Kool Keith
Kool Keith dropped by Soul Assassins Radio to talk about his upcoming projects, getting shouted out by Eminem on "Monster", and trying to bribe Mr.Choc with a refrigerator. He even dropped a few bars in an exclusive freestyle. Be sure to tune into Soul Assassins Radio every Monday night at 7pm Pacific 10pm Eastern on Sirius/XM Shade 45. Shot and edited by Andrew Kline www.soulassassins.com -
Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101
Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101
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Kool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand Up
Kool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand UpKool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand Up
"I won't say I'm a lyrical spaceman, but when it comes to galaxy rhymin' and taking it to another level, I always up there. I can go halfway street-space, fu... -
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 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 ... -
KOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TV
KOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TVKOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TV
snippet of Kool Keith interview on Righteous Disorder Tv. -
Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]
Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]
Defeye and Carlos Shoots head out to Club 6 in SF's Mission to hang out with Kool Keith. www.therealdefeye.wordpress.com. -
KOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.avi
KOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.aviKOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.avi
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... -
Ultramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMV
Ultramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMVUltramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMV
Ultramagnetic Mc's Four Horsemen Interview Kool Keith Ced Gee TR Love Moe Luv.
kool keith interview and freestyle SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus
- Duration: 15:13
- Updated: 19 Aug 2014
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: 14419
- author: matt markus
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
- Duration: 5:21
- Updated: 03 Jun 2014
www.Don'tLetTheLabelLabelYou.com FB:https://www.facebook.com/DontLetTheLa... // Twitter & Youtube: /DLTLLY A few weeks ago the legend Kool Keith played a sho...
http://wn.com/DLTLLY_-_KOOL_KEITH_Interview
www.Don'tLetTheLabelLabelYou.com FB:https://www.facebook.com/DontLetTheLa... // Twitter & Youtube: /DLTLLY A few weeks ago the legend Kool Keith played a sho...
- published: 08 Dec 2013
- views: 1188
- author: DLTLLY
Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!
- Duration: 39:29
- Updated: 30 Apr 2014
Christmas Day 2012...Kool Keith phoned into HipHop Flavors and let us in on everything from his thoughts on the state of hip-hop today to his favorite PORNSTARS... Enjoy
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith(_@ultraman7000_)_interview_with_the_@hiphopflavors_Team!
Christmas Day 2012...Kool Keith phoned into HipHop Flavors and let us in on everything from his thoughts on the state of hip-hop today to his favorite PORNSTARS... Enjoy
- published: 30 Apr 2014
- views: 18
Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
- Duration: 3:23
- Updated: 03 Sep 2014
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...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Interviewed_By_Kool_A.D._From_Das_Racist_-_Rap_Show_-_Episode_3
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: 29804
- author: Noisey
kool keith - BoomBox...Interview
- 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...
http://wn.com/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
Davey D Interviews Kool Keith about Black Elvis
- Duration: 26:20
- Updated: 30 Aug 2014
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 ...
http://wn.com/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: 2510
- author: mrdaveyd
- published: 06 Dec 2013
- views: 63
In Bed with Kool Keith - Part 1
- Duration: 4:32
- Updated: 17 Jun 2014
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...
http://wn.com/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: 48850
- author: geekentertainmenttv
Soul Assassins Radio presents: Kool Keith
- Duration: 6:09
- Updated: 27 Mar 2014
Kool Keith dropped by Soul Assassins Radio to talk about his upcoming projects, getting shouted out by Eminem on "Monster", and trying to bribe Mr.Choc with a refrigerator. He even dropped a few bars in an exclusive freestyle.
Be sure to tune into Soul Assassins Radio every Monday night at 7pm Pacific 10pm Eastern on Sirius/XM Shade 45.
Shot and edited by Andrew Kline
www.soulassassins.com
http://wn.com/Soul_Assassins_Radio_presents_Kool_Keith
Kool Keith dropped by Soul Assassins Radio to talk about his upcoming projects, getting shouted out by Eminem on "Monster", and trying to bribe Mr.Choc with a refrigerator. He even dropped a few bars in an exclusive freestyle.
Be sure to tune into Soul Assassins Radio every Monday night at 7pm Pacific 10pm Eastern on Sirius/XM Shade 45.
Shot and edited by Andrew Kline
www.soulassassins.com
- published: 27 Mar 2014
- views: 322
Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101
- Duration: 6:13
- Updated: 25 Jul 2013
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_and_Kutmasta_Kurt_freestyle_and_interview_@_101
Kool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand Up
- Duration: 17:42
- Updated: 24 Jul 2013
"I won't say I'm a lyrical spaceman, but when it comes to galaxy rhymin' and taking it to another level, I always up there. I can go halfway street-space, fu...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Interview,_Performance,_and_Stand_Up
"I won't say I'm a lyrical spaceman, but when it comes to galaxy rhymin' and taking it to another level, I always up there. I can go halfway street-space, fu...
- published: 15 Apr 2011
- views: 2191
- author: Pyramidwest TV
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith Braggin!!)- Rare Interview on B.E.T.'s "Video LP"
- Duration: 1:29
- Updated: 01 Sep 2014
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 ...
http://wn.com/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: 4566
- author: MMMVintageVideos
KOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TV
- Duration: 5:05
- Updated: 03 Jul 2013
snippet of Kool Keith interview on Righteous Disorder Tv.
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_-_interview_and_performance_-_RIGHTEOUS_DISORDER_TV
snippet of Kool Keith interview on Righteous Disorder Tv.
- published: 08 Apr 2010
- views: 839
- author: RIGHTEOUSDISORDER
![Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141017212423im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/MT8mUfC1NSM/0.jpg "Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]")
Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]
- Duration: 1:16
- Updated: 11 Dec 2012
Defeye and Carlos Shoots head out to Club 6 in SF's Mission to hang out with Kool Keith. www.therealdefeye.wordpress.com.
http://wn.com/Therealdefeye_Kool_Keith_Interview_
Defeye and Carlos Shoots head out to Club 6 in SF's Mission to hang out with Kool Keith. www.therealdefeye.wordpress.com.
- published: 07 Apr 2011
- views: 1696
- author: CarlosAmayaShoots
KOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.avi
- Duration: 7:33
- Updated: 26 Aug 2014
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...
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_APRIL.1.1993_INTERVIEW_WKCR_89.9_FM_NEW_YORK_BOBBITO_THE_BARBER.avi
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: 13 Mar 2012
- views: 1356
- author: egoggles
Ultramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMV
- Duration: 3:22
- Updated: 18 Jul 2013
Ultramagnetic Mc's Four Horsemen Interview Kool Keith Ced Gee TR Love Moe Luv.
http://wn.com/Ultramagnetic_Mc's_-_Kool_Keith_-_Four_Horsemen_Interview_(Live_on_BET).WMV
Ultramagnetic Mc's Four Horsemen Interview Kool Keith Ced Gee TR Love Moe Luv.
- published: 30 Nov 2009
- views: 5220
- author: hitechabi77it7
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Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]
Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]
"Project Polaroid (intro)" 0:00 "Space 8000" 3:20 "Talk to the Romans" 6:56 "Mechanical Mechanix feat. Prince Po" 10:01 "I'm Libra" 12:42 "Diamond District" ... -
Kool Keith Mixtape
Kool Keith MixtapeKool Keith Mixtape
Dj Quila - Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre... -
Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)
Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)
Music video and mash-up by Mister Scradam http://scradam.tumblr.com From Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends http://scradam.tumblr.com/post/48466371339/mr-scrad... -
Episode 6 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and more
Episode 6 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and moreEpisode 6 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and more
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... -
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996. -
Kool Keith Mix
Kool Keith MixKool 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 ... -
Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)
Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)
full album mix! Check it out & Follow Get It Right. -
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx viennaKool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
LIVE: Kool Keith & Kutmaster Kurt Supported by Mr. Lif BEGINN: 22:00. -
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012. -
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 2 OF 2
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 2 OF 2KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 2 OF 2
Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. Camera by Joshua Coleman. -
Kool Keith in San Diego 10 22 2011
Kool Keith in San Diego 10 22 2011Kool Keith in San Diego 10 22 2011
![Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]](http://web.archive.org./web/20141017212423im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/cWb_WngoJ34/0.jpg "Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]")
Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]
- Duration: 46:45
- Updated: 29 Aug 2014
"Project Polaroid (intro)" 0:00 "Space 8000" 3:20 "Talk to the Romans" 6:56 "Mechanical Mechanix feat. Prince Po" 10:01 "I'm Libra" 12:42 "Diamond District" ...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_&_TOMC3_-_Project_Polaroid_(2006)_Full_Album_
"Project Polaroid (intro)" 0:00 "Space 8000" 3:20 "Talk to the Romans" 6:56 "Mechanical Mechanix feat. Prince Po" 10:01 "I'm Libra" 12:42 "Diamond District" ...
- published: 23 Jan 2014
- views: 2233
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
Kool Keith Mixtape
- Duration: 52:56
- Updated: 30 Aug 2014
Dj Quila - Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_Mixtape
Dj Quila - Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre...
- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 3391
- author: micsteip
Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)
- Duration: 38:59
- Updated: 04 Sep 2014
Music video and mash-up by Mister Scradam http://scradam.tumblr.com From Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends http://scradam.tumblr.com/post/48466371339/mr-scrad...
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_vs_Goblin_and_Friends_(Complete)
Music video and mash-up by Mister Scradam http://scradam.tumblr.com From Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends http://scradam.tumblr.com/post/48466371339/mr-scrad...
- published: 20 Nov 2013
- views: 150
- author: Mr. Scradam
Episode 6 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and more
- Duration: 28:44
- Updated: 15 Aug 2014
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...
http://wn.com/Episode_6_-_Feat_Kool_Keith,_Immortal_Technique,_Waikikii_B-boys_and_more
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: 561
- author: stocktown
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
- Duration: 24:45
- Updated: 04 Aug 2014
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_&_Tim_Dog_Album_"_Ultra"
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996.
- published: 19 May 2013
- views: 556
- author: Blackspinn DJ
Kool Keith Mix
- Duration: 42:26
- Updated: 20 Aug 2014
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 ...
http://wn.com/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: 421
- author: Vibes & Stuff
Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)
- Duration: 88:56
- Updated: 12 Apr 2013
full album mix! Check it out & Follow Get It Right.
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_-_Sexstyle_-_Full_Album_-_(Slowed_Down_By_Madmonkey)
full album mix! Check it out & Follow Get It Right.
- published: 02 Jul 2012
- views: 1089
- author: TheMadmonkeytv
Kool Keith aka Dr. Doom, So. 20.Oct.13 felx vienna
- Duration: 68:14
- Updated: 25 Jul 2014
LIVE: Kool Keith & Kutmaster Kurt Supported by Mr. Lif BEGINN: 22:00.
http://wn.com/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: 268
- author: 1912stephan
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
- Duration: 29:01
- Updated: 20 Jan 2014
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012.
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_&_KUTMASTA_KURT_@_TAVASTIA;_HELSINKI;_25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012.
- published: 26 May 2012
- views: 317
- author: iisitoni
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 2 OF 2
- Duration: 36:45
- Updated: 01 Dec 2011
Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. Camera by Joshua Coleman.
http://wn.com/KOOL_KEITH_November_11,_2006_(Mezzanine)_PART_2_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: 100
- author: Joshua Coleman
Kool Keith in San Diego 10 22 2011
- Duration: 43:12
- Updated: 06 Feb 2012
http://wn.com/Kool_Keith_in_San_Diego_10_22_2011
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65:57
Doctor Octagon(Kool Keith) - Dr. Octagonocologyst (Full Album)
1. Intro 2. 3000 3. I Got To Tell You 4. Earth People 5. No Awareness 6. Real Raw 7. Gener...
published: 23 Dec 2013
author: Filthy
Doctor Octagon(Kool Keith) - Dr. Octagonocologyst (Full Album)
Doctor Octagon(Kool Keith) - Dr. Octagonocologyst (Full Album)
1. Intro 2. 3000 3. I Got To Tell You 4. Earth People 5. No Awareness 6. Real Raw 7. General Hospital 8. Blue Flowers 9. Technical Difficulties 10. A Visit T...- published: 23 Dec 2013
- views: 50113
- author: Filthy
31:49
KEEP IT KOOL- THE KOOL KEITH STORY
From the early days of Hip Hop in his native Bronx, to his pioneering work with UltraMagne...
published: 11 Mar 2014
author: Ya Heard
KEEP IT KOOL- THE KOOL KEITH STORY
KEEP IT KOOL- THE KOOL KEITH STORY
From the early days of Hip Hop in his native Bronx, to his pioneering work with UltraMagnetic Mc's, to re- defining underground Hip Hop with his Dr. Octagon ...- published: 11 Mar 2014
- views: 27186
- author: Ya Heard
65:10
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 ...
published: 24 Sep 2013
author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
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 Wh...- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 14580
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
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
author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
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. Fat hed 16:32 Step-N-Fetchers 20:24 The ...- published: 24 Sep 2013
- views: 33850
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
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
author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
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...- published: 09 Dec 2013
- views: 27531
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
5:57
Kool Keith: Rappers Were Mad at Eminem Shout Out
http://www.vladtv.com - Kool Keith opens up about Eminem giving him a shout on "Monster," ...
published: 04 Apr 2014
author: djvlad
Kool Keith: Rappers Were Mad at Eminem Shout Out
Kool Keith: Rappers Were Mad at Eminem Shout Out
http://www.vladtv.com - Kool Keith opens up about Eminem giving him a shout on "Monster," where the Detroit rapper said he was "Going coo-coo and kooky as Ko...- published: 04 Apr 2014
- views: 49131
- author: djvlad
4:07
Kool Keith - Strip Club Husband
Kool Keith 'Demolition Crash', new album in stores now. Produced by Dj Junkaz Lou. Co-prod...
published: 23 Jan 2014
author: Junkadelic Music
Kool Keith - Strip Club Husband
Kool Keith - Strip Club Husband
Kool Keith 'Demolition Crash', new album in stores now. Produced by Dj Junkaz Lou. Co-prod by Mr. Sche & Kool Keith Feat : Rah Digga, A.G (DITC), Fred Beanz,...- published: 23 Jan 2014
- views: 24226
- author: Junkadelic Music
13:24
Kool Keith on Kanye West, NBA, The Prodigy, Tim Dogs death [splash!-Mag Interview]
Half a year ago we had the opportunity to invite Kool Keith to an interview for our Channe...
published: 28 Jun 2014
author: SPLASH! MAG
Kool Keith on Kanye West, NBA, The Prodigy, Tim Dogs death [splash!-Mag Interview]
Kool Keith on Kanye West, NBA, The Prodigy, Tim Dogs death [splash!-Mag Interview]
Half a year ago we had the opportunity to invite Kool Keith to an interview for our Channel Zero section. We talked with him, among other things about the Ul...- published: 28 Jun 2014
- views: 3397
- author: SPLASH! MAG
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
author: Kill Money
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. ...- published: 10 Dec 2013
- views: 16472
- author: Kill Money
4:34
Kool Keith: NY Messed Up & Ran From Their Sound
http://www.vladtv.com - Legendary rapper Kool Keith speaks about the current state of rap ...
published: 15 Apr 2014
Kool Keith: NY Messed Up & Ran From Their Sound
Kool Keith: NY Messed Up & Ran From Their Sound
http://www.vladtv.com - Legendary rapper Kool Keith speaks about the current state of rap and certain people thinking that 808s only belong to a certain region, but he says it's universal to hip hop. Adding to the conversation, Keith says that New York messed up and ran away from their own sound, and believes that New York rappers were searching too hard for unique samples. Speaking of sampling, the Ultramagnetic MCs rapper says that he's getting tired of the art form and wants to start creating original scores. He adds that he wants to make music that people will want to sample in the future, not the other way around.- published: 15 Apr 2014
- views: 9533
3:18
Kool Keith - The Flow
Kool Keith release his video "The Flow" filmed in Detroit during Labor Day weekend 2014 by...
published: 06 Sep 2014
Kool Keith - The Flow
Kool Keith - The Flow
Kool Keith release his video "The Flow" filmed in Detroit during Labor Day weekend 2014 by Derek Gauci of Falcoln Film studios. Location provided by Rock Monroe.- published: 06 Sep 2014
- views: 2006
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3:35
Kool Keith - Goodbye Rap
Album: Kool Keith 'Love & Danger' Music produced by: Dj Junkaz Lou. Music video directed b...
published: 05 Jun 2012
author: Junkadelic Music
Kool Keith - Goodbye Rap
Kool 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...- published: 05 Jun 2012
- views: 97354
- author: Junkadelic Music
6:33
Kool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
Kool Keith talking his random sh*t about why it pays to have a "98 Year Old Refrigerator."...
published: 09 Apr 2009
author: djreal
Kool Keith - 98 Year Old Refrigerator
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: 159571
- author: djreal
3:35
Kool Keith - Paradise (Feat Megabone)
KOOL KEITH 'DEMOLITION CRASH' UGHH : http://ughh.com/kool-keith-demolition-crash/JM78CD/ F...
published: 27 Mar 2014
author: Junkadelic Music
Kool Keith - Paradise (Feat Megabone)
Kool Keith - Paradise (Feat Megabone)
KOOL KEITH 'DEMOLITION CRASH' UGHH : http://ughh.com/kool-keith-demolition-crash/JM78CD/ Fatbeats : http://www.fatbeats.com/products/kool-keith-demolition-cr...- published: 27 Mar 2014
- views: 14789
- author: Junkadelic Music
3:25
Kool Keith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
KoolKeith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
From Tony Slowmo's album "Grammy" Coming Soon
Kool Keit...
published: 17 Sep 2014
Kool Keith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
Kool Keith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large"
KoolKeith ft ADd+ "Magnum Large" From Tony Slowmo's album "Grammy" Coming Soon Kool Keith Twitter:@Ultraman7000 A.Dd+ Twitter/IG: @addhoe Track Produced By: Tony Slowmo / @TonySlowmoBeats Video Directed By: Jeff Adair / @JeffAdairFilms Sponsored By: Top Shelf Shows / @topshelfshows- published: 17 Sep 2014
- views: 1572
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57:10
Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998
...
published: 24 Oct 2012
author: FMJLawrence
Kool Keith Live in San Francisco 1998
5:07
KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing LIVIN' ASTRO (Black Elvis/Lost In Space album 1999) and SEX STYLE (S...
published: 12 Feb 2014
author: FONKYPROD
KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH - LIVIN' ASTRO & SEX STYLE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing LIVIN' ASTRO (Black Elvis/Lost In Space album 1999) and SEX STYLE (Sex Style album 1997) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014 filmed & ...- published: 12 Feb 2014
- views: 715
- author: FONKYPROD
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: 1634
- author: Johan Mast
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: 879
- author: sofiazuu
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: 7828
- author: moseonpictures
5:38
Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)
Hip Hop Legend "Kool Keith" rocked vancity's Venue Nightclub on Jan 30th 2014....
published: 01 Feb 2014
author: TheRealHipHopRecipe
Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)
Kool Keith Peforming Live in Vancity (Jan 30th 2014)
Hip Hop Legend "Kool Keith" rocked vancity's Venue Nightclub on Jan 30th 2014.- published: 01 Feb 2014
- views: 243
- author: TheRealHipHopRecipe
33:38
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
...
published: 26 Oct 2013
author: Johan Mast
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
Kool Keith & KutMasta Kurt live @ Amsterdam, Winston Kingdom 2013 (HD)
- published: 26 Oct 2013
- views: 395
- author: Johan Mast
2:44
LiHot Live with Kool Keith
http://on.fb.me/URBN247 - Become a Fan! http://youtube.com/URBN247 - Click to Subscribe! h...
published: 21 Apr 2014
author: URBN247
LiHot Live with Kool Keith
LiHot Live with Kool Keith
http://on.fb.me/URBN247 - Become a Fan! http://youtube.com/URBN247 - Click to Subscribe! http://Twitter.com/URBN247 - Follow Us! Diplo has Ellipant on Mad De...- published: 21 Apr 2014
- views: 244
- author: URBN247
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: mike abb
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: 10503
- author: mike abb
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: 20839
- author: FiLiPinOY73
4:14
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
"Poppa Large" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees, in San Francisco, at the DNA Lounge on 7/...
published: 22 Feb 2009
author: apkallu
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
Ultramagnetic MC's (Kool Keith)-- Poppa Large live @ Bomb Party in SF 7/5/1993
"Poppa Large" performed by Ultramagnetic Emcees, in San Francisco, at the DNA Lounge on 7/5/1993, at one of Dave Paul's Bomb parties. Other artists who perfo...- published: 22 Feb 2009
- views: 4683
- author: apkallu
3:07
KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing POPPA LARGE (Ultramagnetic MC's) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal. fil...
published: 12 Feb 2014
author: FONKYPROD
KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH - POPPA LARGE Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing POPPA LARGE (Ultramagnetic MC's) @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal. filmed & edited by FKP.- published: 12 Feb 2014
- views: 161
- author: FONKYPROD
4:46
KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)
V V V SUPPORT THE ARTIST HERE V V V https://twitter.com/UltraMan7000 http://koolkeith.band...
published: 15 Oct 2012
author: RectangularRotation
KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)
KHM [Kool Keith, H-Bomb & Marc Live] - Sally (HQ)
V V V SUPPORT THE ARTIST HERE V V V https://twitter.com/UltraMan7000 http://koolkeith.bandcamp.com/ https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/kool-keith/id6199418 h...- published: 15 Oct 2012
- views: 766
- author: RectangularRotation
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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: 19840
- author: dame0001
3:59
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
Produced by: The Diesel Truckers http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/diesel-truckers/id735501...
published: 27 Jul 2012
author: Surgeon Vault
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
Kool Keith ft. Kutmasta Kurt - Bamboozled (ft. Marc Live & Jacky Jasper)
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: 908
- author: Surgeon Vault
4:19
KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing classic's songs (Dr Octagon, Black Elvis, Ultramagnetic MC's..) I DR...
published: 12 Feb 2014
author: FONKYPROD
KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH - CLASSIC'S MEDLEY - Live @ Cabaret Underworld, Montreal, 2014
KOOL KEITH performing classic's songs (Dr Octagon, Black Elvis, Ultramagnetic MC's..) I DROP MONEY, EXTRAVAGANT TRAVELER, WILD AND CRAZY, EARTH PEOPLE.... Li...- published: 12 Feb 2014
- views: 207
- author: FONKYPROD
6:00
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set Thanks to people At Zen bar....
published: 11 Jun 2009
author: moseonpictures
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set
Kool Keith Ultramagnetic LIVE set Thanks to people At Zen bar.- published: 11 Jun 2009
- views: 527
- author: moseonpictures
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15:13
kool keith interview and freestyle SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus
kool keith SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus....
published: 26 Aug 2012
author: matt markus
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 Markus
kool keith SOUL ASSASSIN RADIO shot by Monster Matt Markus.- published: 26 Aug 2012
- views: 14419
- author: matt markus
5:21
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
www.Don'tLetTheLabelLabelYou.com FB:https://www.facebook.com/DontLetTheLa... // Twitter & ...
published: 08 Dec 2013
author: DLTLLY
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
DLTLLY - KOOL KEITH Interview
www.Don'tLetTheLabelLabelYou.com FB:https://www.facebook.com/DontLetTheLa... // Twitter & Youtube: /DLTLLY A few weeks ago the legend Kool Keith played a sho...- published: 08 Dec 2013
- views: 1188
- author: DLTLLY
39:29
Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!
Christmas Day 2012...Kool Keith phoned into HipHop Flavors and let us in on everything fro...
published: 30 Apr 2014
Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!
Kool Keith( @ultraman7000 ) interview with the @hiphopflavors Team!
Christmas Day 2012...Kool Keith phoned into HipHop Flavors and let us in on everything from his thoughts on the state of hip-hop today to his favorite PORNSTARS... Enjoy- published: 30 Apr 2014
- views: 18
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Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
Like This? You Should Subscribe Here Now: http://bit.ly/VErZkw Kool A.D. from Das Racist t...
published: 30 Apr 2012
author: Noisey
Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
Kool Keith Interviewed By Kool A.D. From Das Racist - Rap Show - Episode 3
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: 29804
- author: Noisey
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
26:20
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: 2510
- author: mrdaveyd
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: 48850
- author: geekentertainmenttv
6:09
Soul Assassins Radio presents: Kool Keith
Kool Keith dropped by Soul Assassins Radio to talk about his upcoming projects, getting sh...
published: 27 Mar 2014
Soul Assassins Radio presents: Kool Keith
Soul Assassins Radio presents: Kool Keith
Kool Keith dropped by Soul Assassins Radio to talk about his upcoming projects, getting shouted out by Eminem on "Monster", and trying to bribe Mr.Choc with a refrigerator. He even dropped a few bars in an exclusive freestyle. Be sure to tune into Soul Assassins Radio every Monday night at 7pm Pacific 10pm Eastern on Sirius/XM Shade 45. Shot and edited by Andrew Kline www.soulassassins.com- published: 27 Mar 2014
- views: 322
6:13
Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101
...
published: 15 Jan 2011
author: PILLAHONETWO3
Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101
Kool Keith and Kutmasta Kurt freestyle and interview @ 101
- published: 15 Jan 2011
- views: 3745
- author: PILLAHONETWO3
17:42
Kool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand Up
"I won't say I'm a lyrical spaceman, but when it comes to galaxy rhymin' and taking it to ...
published: 15 Apr 2011
author: Pyramidwest TV
Kool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand Up
Kool Keith Interview, Performance, and Stand Up
"I won't say I'm a lyrical spaceman, but when it comes to galaxy rhymin' and taking it to another level, I always up there. I can go halfway street-space, fu...- published: 15 Apr 2011
- views: 2191
- author: Pyramidwest TV
1:29
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: 4566
- author: MMMVintageVideos
5:05
KOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TV
snippet of Kool Keith interview on Righteous Disorder Tv....
published: 08 Apr 2010
author: RIGHTEOUSDISORDER
KOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TV
KOOL KEITH - interview and performance - RIGHTEOUS DISORDER TV
snippet of Kool Keith interview on Righteous Disorder Tv.- published: 08 Apr 2010
- views: 839
- author: RIGHTEOUSDISORDER
1:16
Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]
Defeye and Carlos Shoots head out to Club 6 in SF's Mission to hang out with Kool Keith. w...
published: 07 Apr 2011
author: CarlosAmayaShoots
Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]
Therealdefeye: Kool Keith [Interview]
Defeye and Carlos Shoots head out to Club 6 in SF's Mission to hang out with Kool Keith. www.therealdefeye.wordpress.com.- published: 07 Apr 2011
- views: 1696
- author: CarlosAmayaShoots
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7:33
KOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.avi
Keith Matthew Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper f...
published: 13 Mar 2012
author: egoggles
KOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.avi
KOOL KEITH APRIL.1.1993 INTERVIEW WKCR 89.9 FM NEW YORK BOBBITO THE BARBER.avi
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: 13 Mar 2012
- views: 1356
- author: egoggles
3:22
Ultramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMV
Ultramagnetic Mc's Four Horsemen Interview Kool Keith Ced Gee TR Love Moe Luv....
published: 30 Nov 2009
author: hitechabi77it7
Ultramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMV
Ultramagnetic Mc's - Kool Keith - Four Horsemen Interview (Live on BET).WMV
Ultramagnetic Mc's Four Horsemen Interview Kool Keith Ced Gee TR Love Moe Luv.- published: 30 Nov 2009
- views: 5220
- author: hitechabi77it7
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46:45
Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]
"Project Polaroid (intro)" 0:00 "Space 8000" 3:20 "Talk to the Romans" 6:56 "Mechanical Me...
published: 23 Jan 2014
author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]
Kool Keith & TOMC3 - Project Polaroid (2006) [Full Album]
"Project Polaroid (intro)" 0:00 "Space 8000" 3:20 "Talk to the Romans" 6:56 "Mechanical Mechanix feat. Prince Po" 10:01 "I'm Libra" 12:42 "Diamond District" ...- published: 23 Jan 2014
- views: 2233
- author: Dr. Chainsaw Handz
52:56
Kool Keith Mixtape
Dj Quila - Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ...
published: 02 Sep 2012
author: micsteip
Kool Keith Mixtape
Kool Keith Mixtape
Dj Quila - Kool Keith Mixtape ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ ⇓ Tracklist: 01-Sexual Intruder 02-Erotic Ride 03-Bizarre...- published: 02 Sep 2012
- views: 3391
- author: micsteip
38:59
Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)
Music video and mash-up by Mister Scradam http://scradam.tumblr.com From Kool Keith vs Gob...
published: 20 Nov 2013
author: Mr. Scradam
Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)
Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends (Complete)
Music video and mash-up by Mister Scradam http://scradam.tumblr.com From Kool Keith vs Goblin and Friends http://scradam.tumblr.com/post/48466371339/mr-scrad...- published: 20 Nov 2013
- views: 150
- author: Mr. Scradam
28:44
Episode 6 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and more
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 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and more
Episode 6 - Feat: Kool Keith, Immortal Technique, Waikikii B-boys and more
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: 561
- author: stocktown
24:45
Kool Keith & Tim Dog Album " Ultra"
Kool Keith &Tim; Dog Album mixdown "Ultra" von 1996....
published: 19 May 2013
author: Blackspinn DJ
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: 556
- author: Blackspinn DJ
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: Vibes & Stuff
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: 421
- author: Vibes & Stuff
88:56
Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)
full album mix! Check it out & Follow Get It Right....
published: 02 Jul 2012
author: TheMadmonkeytv
Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)
Kool Keith - Sexstyle - Full Album - (Slowed Down By Madmonkey)
full album mix! Check it out & Follow Get It Right.- published: 02 Jul 2012
- views: 1089
- author: TheMadmonkeytv
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
author: 1912stephan
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: 268
- author: 1912stephan
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KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012
KOOL KEITH & KUTMASTA KURT @ TAVASTIA; HELSINKI; 25.5.2012....
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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
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KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 2 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 2 OF 2
KOOL KEITH November 11, 2006 (Mezzanine) PART 2 OF 2
Kool Keith performing on November 11, 2006 in San Francisco, California at The Mezzanine. Camera by Joshua Coleman.- published: 28 Feb 2011
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Kool Keith in San Diego 10 22 2011
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published: 23 Oct 2011
author: SanDiegoAREA51
Kool Keith in San Diego 10 22 2011
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It's often been said that generals always fight the last war, especially if they think they won it. That old adage remains as true today as it was when the Maginot Line was built in the 1930s to prevent a second German invasion of France. And it is as true for politicians as it is for generals. The proof can be found in the current debate about the so-called Islamic State, a terrorist organization so vile that even al-Qaida disowned it....(size: 5.7Kb)
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Tampabay.com
01 Oct 2014
RAY ROATampa Bay Times ... Details ... Kool Keith ... Kool Keith has played stranger venues, but we have a feeling this set is going to be special ... And material from his newest LP, Demolition Crash, finds Keith's effortless cold-cocked flow completely intact as he waxes on modern television (El Dorado), gets avant-garde with Rah Digga (Non Stop) and calls on his crackly, cooing singing voice to deliver weird social commentary (Good Black Woman) ... ....(size: 8.3Kb)
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The Independent
17 Sep 2014
Rapper Tim Dog – who was rumoured to have faked his own death to avoid paying off debts – died on 14 February 2013 of a seizure linked to diabetes. He was 46 ... He released two more solo records and two others with Kool Keith ... Top 20 Richest Rappers ... World News in Pictures. ....(size: 1.6Kb)
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03 Sep 2014
JAY CRIDLINTampa Bay Times. Wednesday, September 3, 2014 11.42am. By Jay Cridlin, Times Staff Writer Related News/Archive. Any time you scan a master calendar list of upcoming concerts, the big ones always jump out ... • This fall, Tampa Bay is bursting at the seams with A-list shows. Some will draw tens of thousands of fans; others will be lucky to squeeze in a couple hundred ... Here are shows not to miss ... 25 ... 4, State Theatre), Kool Keith (Oct....(size: 11.8Kb)
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Detroit news
28 Aug 2014
Kool Keith has more than 50 albums and mix tapes. (Kool Keith). Kool Keith doesnt understand the obsession with dead rappers or, as he calls them, used-to-be-alive rappers. ... Kool Keith, born Keith Thornton, is likely the most prolific rapper of all-time ... with Dead Prez, Kool Keith, Black Milk and more ... 1.00 am Sex, outer space and violence have kept Kool Keith in the mix....(size: 9.1Kb)
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Huffington Post
28 Aug 2014
"The future is already here -- it's just not very evenly distributed." -- William Gibson ... This has empowered the listener and given us unimaginable economic choices within the previous music industry paradigm ... Noemotion Gold Mask feels as if he's coming out of the underground traditions of the weird; such as Kool Keith or Doom, yet he still retains a certain level of craftsmanship that had been missing for a number of years ... Super weird....(size: 3.5Kb)
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Detroit Free Press
27 Aug 2014
The volume is about to get turned up at Michigan on Mute, an eclectic new music festival set to feature more than 50 national and local bands of all genres performing Friday-Sunday at Rockys Pub in Riverview. An indoor and an outdoor stage will feature national acts Dead Prez, Kool Keith,. Morbid Saint, Zelooperz, Cheap Girls and others, while heavy hitters from the local scene Black Milk, ... Im a huge music nerd, says Pullum ... ....(size: 3.6Kb)
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27 Aug 2014
Melody Baetens The Detroit News Comments. Zoom. Sarah Silverman is one of the big names at Friday's Oddball Comedy Festival. (Stephen Lovekin / Getty Images). big events. OUR PICKS. MICHIGAN PEACH FESTIVAL OF ROMEO. downtown Romeo ... Thurs.-Mon. Free ... 5 p.m. Fri ... Michigan on Mute Festival with Dead Prez, Kool Keith, Black Milk, Morbid Saint, Cheap Girls, Zelooperz, Child Bite, Passalacqua and more at Rockys Pub, rock/hip-hop/electronic, 7 p.m ... $6....(size: 14.4Kb)
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Mail Guardian South Africa
08 Aug 2014
“I call myself a ‘rapper-haberdasher’,” quips the loud-print-wearing, big-bearded Shamon Cassette. It’s clear that the Brooklyn-based fashion designer and musician is part of today’s slash generation, who wear their titles like notches in their belts ... “Spike Lee’s stepping in to protect and serve Brooklyn ... Destroying and rebuilding” ... When I see you and hear your music, I’m reminded of the Kool Keiths and Taz Arnolds of this music world ... ....(size: 7.6Kb)
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Digital Spy
05 Aug 2014
Adele, The xx and Radiohead are among the artists who will feature on a new XL Recordings compilation album ... Adele. © Rex Features / Insight-Visual UK. Radiohead ... "In the song 'Out Of Space', Liam Howlett of The Prodigy provided a blueprint when he sampled Kool Keith of Ultramagnetic MCs rapping these words. 'Pay Close Attention'. Vampire Weekend. Basement Jaxx ... Russell continued ... These roots are still growing ... The Prodigy. MIA ... Disc 1. 1 ... 2....(size: 3.5Kb)
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The Guardian
24 Jul 2014
Janelle Monáe has taken the philosophy into the mainstream, while the likes of Flying Lotus are pushing the spirit of Sun Ra and Jimi Hendrix further forward ... The 90s saw a renaissance and reimagining of Afrofuturism in hip-hop (OutKast, Kool Keith's Dr Octagon alias and RZA), neo-soul (Erykah Badu) and techno (specifically Detroit producers such as Drexciya), with all embracing the philosophy and giving it their own distinctive edge....(size: 11.7Kb)
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Houston Press
24 Jun 2014
We used to consider RiFF RaFF a customized creation of every overzealous, hyperbolic Swishahouse freestyle that rolled off the assembly line ... Let's not be completely mistaken. Every single expression about him points back to Houston ... People paint RiFF RaFF as an absurdist or a character who, now 32 years of age, couldn't be any more serious about rap as Humpty Hump or any of Kool Keith's creations ... ....(size: 1.8Kb)
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The Guardian
12 Jun 2014
Kanye West and Pharrell Williams are designing clothes, rappers are modelling at shows and the industry is embracing hip-hop as a source of endorsements, fans and inspiration. A$AP Ferg modelling Astrid Anderson for Topman ... It hits stores on 12 June, ahead of the fifth London Collections ... In the hood … A$AP Ferg wearing Astrid Anderson for Topman ... Coppens grew up in the 1990s, listening to the likes of Kool Keith and Antipop Consortium ... ....(size: 4.6Kb)
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The Independent
08 Jun 2014
It’s like being given the keys to a McLaren F1 [car] without having had a driving lesson ... Among its pioneers were Mo’Wax signings DJ Shadow, then a little-known producer from California; the similarly obscure Japanese hip-hop producer DJ Krush; Dr Octagon (one of the many incarnations of New York rapper Kool Keith) and Lavelle’s own ongoing electronic project UNKLE. After 10 years, however, he dissolved the label ... “My life had crashed ... ....(size: 9.0Kb)
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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, 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.
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Kanye Omari West (
/ˈkɑːnjeɪ/; born June 8, 1977) is an American musician, film director and fashion designer. West first rose to fame as a producer for Roc-A-Fella Records, where he eventually achieved recognition for his work on Jay-Z's album The Blueprint, as well as hit singles for musical artists including Alicia Keys, Ludacris, and Janet Jackson. His style of production originally used pitched-up vocal samples from soul songs incorporated with his own drums and instruments. However, subsequent productions saw him broadening his musical palette and expressing influences encompassing '70s R&B, baroque pop, trip hop, arena rock, folk, alternative, electronica, synthpop, and classical music.
West released his debut album The College Dropout in 2004, his second album Late Registration in 2005, his third album Graduation in 2007, his fourth album 808s & Heartbreak in 2008, and his fifth album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy in 2010. West released a collaborative album, Watch the Throne with Jay-Z in 2011, which is the duo's first collaborative album. His five solo albums, all of which have gone platinum, have received numerous awards and critical acclaim. As of 2012, West has won a total of eighteen Grammy Awards, making him one of the most awarded artists of all-time. All albums have been very commercially successful, with My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy becoming his fourth consecutive No. 1 album in the U.S. upon release. West has had 5 songs exceed 3 million in digital sales as of July 2011, with "Gold Digger" selling 3,086,000, "Stronger" selling 4,402,000, "Heartless" selling 3,742,000, "E.T." selling over 4,000,000 and "Love Lockdown" selling over 3,000,000 placing him third in overall digital sales of the past decade. He has sold over 30 million digital songs in the United States making him one of the best-selling digital artists of all-time.
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The Prodigy are an English electronic dance music group formed by Liam Howlett in 1990 in Braintree, Essex. Along with Fatboy Slim, The Chemical Brothers, and other acts, The Prodigy have been credited as pioneers of the big beat genre, which achieved mainstream popularity in the 1990s and 2000s. They have sold over 25 million records worldwide. The group has won numerous music awards throughout their career, including two Brit Awards—winning Best British Dance Act twice, three MTV Video Music Awards, two Kerrang! Awards, five MTV Europe Music Awards, and have twice been nominated for Grammy Awards.
The group's brand of music makes use of various styles ranging from rave, hardcore techno, industrial, and breakbeat in the early 1990s to big beat and electronic rock with punk vocal elements in later times. The current members include Liam Howlett (keyboardist and composer), Keith Flint (dancer and vocalist), and Maxim (MC and vocalist). Leeroy Thornhill (dancer and very rarely a live keyboardist) was a member of the band from 1990 to 2000, as was a female dancer and vocalist called Sharky who left the group during their early period. The Prodigy first emerged on the underground rave scene in the early 1990s, and have since then achieved immense popularity and worldwide renown.
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Keith Floyd (28 December 1943 – 14 September 2009) was a British celebrity chef, television personality and restaurateur, who hosted cooking shows for the BBC and published many books combining cookery and travel. On television, his eccentric style of presentation endeared him to millions of viewers worldwide.
Floyd was born at Folly Farm near Reading, Berkshire on 28 December 1943 to working-class parents Sydney and Winnifred Floyd. He was brought up in a council house in the village of Wiveliscombe in Somerset. His family made financial sacrifices to enable him to be educated privately at Wellington School, Somerset.
Floyd became a cub reporter on the Bristol Evening Post and after watching the film Zulu decided to join the British Army, attaining the rank of Second Lieutenant in the Royal Tank Regiment, where he pestered the mess cook to produce gourmet dinners.
After three years, finding that he and the Army were "mutually incompatible", Floyd found employment in several catering-related jobs including barman, dishwasher and vegetable peeler.
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- 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
- Giant Stadium - Kool Keith
- Freaks - Kool Keith
- Fly Ass Nigger - Kool Keith
- Feel About You - Kool Keith
- Everybody Playin' Here - Kool Keith
- Dr. Octogon 2 - Kool Keith
- Dark Thought (outro) - Kool Keith
- Clifton - Kool Keith
- Cleavage - Kool Keith
- Change Your World - Kool Keith
- Can't Fuck Wit This - Kool Keith
- Can I Touch Your Butt Girl - Kool Keith
- Bushman Tells It - Kool Keith
- Bob Boss - Kool Keith
- Baby Baby - Kool Keith
- Animals In The Projects - Kool Keith
- Acting Hard - Kool Keith
- 14th Song On The Album - Kool Keith
- Bamboozled - Kool Keith
- Midnite Madness - Kool Keith
- The Hearse - Kool Keith
- Can I Buy U A Drink - Kool Keith
- Dark Road - Kool Keith
- Serve 'em A Sentence - Kool Keith
- The Mack Is Back - Kool Keith
- Sly We Fly (feat. Motion Man) - Kool Keith
- Supergalactic Lover - Kool Keith
- Reverand Tom - Kool Keith
- Telephone Girlfriend - Kool Keith
- Blackula - Kool Keith
- Break U Off - Kool Keith
- The Funeral Director - Kool Keith
- Mane - Kool Keith
- Party In Tha Morgue - Kool Keith
- Dark Space - Kool Keith
- I Love You Nancy - Kool Keith
- Morgue (kool Keith Mix) - Kool Keith
- For Whom The Bells Toll - Kool Keith
- Mental Side Effects - Kool Keith
- The Flesh - Feed Me - Kool Keith
- A Chorus Line - Kool Keith
- Help Me - Praise The Lord - Kool Keith
- Diesel Truckers Theme - Kool Keith
- Grave Undataking - Kool Keith
- Game - Kool Keith
- The Orchestrators - Kool Keith
- Recoupment - Kool Keith
- I Drop Money - 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
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[*Black Elvis*] Are you ready on the right?
[woman's voice] System, overload
[*Black Elvis*] Ready on the left?
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[woman's voice] System, overload
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[woman's voice] System, overload
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning..
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[*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..
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[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
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[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
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[second female] Lost in space {* echoes *}
[robot's voice] Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're
[woman's voice] Caution -- warning -- overload
[*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
[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[*Black Elvis*] .. lost in space .. {+whispering+}
[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
[Intro: everything said is echoed]
Yeah yeah yeah! Tri-state area
Live in New Jersey, and motherfuckin Giant Stadium
Live for the first time, live on stage the motherfuckin Commi$$ion
Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Please stand in line, please stand in line
We just now been confirmed, that's tonight main event has been sold out
[Kool Keith:]
I'm that new fuckin product, they chose over Ray Allen
While the coaches scream
The uniform on each teams are cheap
Look at the roster everybody, this general manager signed got no talent
He's not thinkin I'm out to interfere with his offense
The league sees me, pull the rims out the glass like Dawkins
Bruce Rattner can't match the contract
Reebok's fuckin up, with bad shoes
My agent got me eight thousand one billion
A dollar deal just once a week to wear New Balance
You a freshman junior nigga the seniors keep you silenced
Graduation you not goin pro you won't make it H-O
[same rapper as Intro:]
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
When you speak of legends make sure you mention my name
I'm the last don standin, when I spark the flame
My name been ringin bells before coke got stepped on
When Harlem was the mecca, out of town cats were slept on
Labels scared to sign me they say my shit is too raw
The only reason niggaz is still breathin, cause they roll with the law
People say I changed, but I'm just a little calmer
I clutch so many guns motherfuckers oughta call me Palmer
Think of somethin sweet I'll put 5, up in your cheekbone
I oughta get honored for every coward, I touched with the chrome
Dope seller, hood fella, some say I'm worse than Suge
I'm a Harlem Knight f'real 'til the day I'ma rep my hood
Check my file dawg I spent 12 years in a cell
Then it's back to clutchin heat, if this rap shit fail~!
[Kool Keith:]
Carbo-hybo-spaghetti will make you niggaz mo' stronger
Too much milk and powder will fuck up your muscles
I warned you, you can't play forward
and backaway with that bullshit, off the rim shot
Just got off waivers, I'll make your team hot
Coach you up and coming, give y'all the championship you don't got
Make your crew practice and run track a lot
You might pack a spot, win two games out of 160
It can't be
You know I can't be injured, before the season stop
Because y'all bitch up and miss me
Dunk on motherfuckers more harder when they diss me
Then chicken niggaz they turn crispy
I leave 'em sniffed up, alley where the piss be
They girl happy for pennies motherfucker count this G
Minutes on the court, you bastards can't get mad
I let y'all play a 2 or 3
Giant motherfuckin Stadium!
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
Girl I feel the way you love me, hold me at night and hug me
You got the phone from my pocket to beep me and bug me
Forget the do rag, I ain't no thug, gee, I'm more bugged gee
Sleep in the bathtub, get rid of the waterbed
Move your thongs out to the side
Forget the the room, hotel lobby, I bone on the rug, gee
Reset the tripod, filming women like Rocco
Putting their hands between their legs, with ecstasy
I feed the girls like cats, Purina to go
Here's your bowl, they always jump out the shower
Doggy style on the couch, with their heads shedding on my pants
Rubbing next to me, you pay me, I'll pull out a [unverified] gee
You changed up on me, now you gotta pee
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
Trojans in the green pack, you lay on the kitchen table
And lean back, fruit cocktail and pancakes syrup
Flow down your butt crack, ice cream around your pelvis
You're a star, baby, buy a ticket from New York
You wanna meet guys like me, directors in Hollywood
You wanna sell this, win awards in Vegas, slide your G-strings off
You're wit' the top film makers, mid-town traffic
I'm meeting with Black Tail, you're talking to fakers
I own a factory, my workers are thong makers
Black woman with Carribean shakers
I've been doin' this since Time Square Arcades had Space Invaders
Removing your panties off slow on Penn Station escalators
I love lesbians, they're not haters hunny, you graduated to booty shorts
Hands around the missal, you made it to the majors
Pick a condom, cherry, strawberry, blue berry
I got all flavors, I got all the flavors
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
You make the appetizers, I'ma reconnect the DVD's
The television is clear, ghetto booty in progress
Adjust the antennas, hunny, no need for cable
I fix the triple X wires, don't lie if you're on your time of the month
You don't have to rush, 'cause internal problems can hold
I don't want the room to smell like car tires
I'm sipping stolichnayas, butterscotch
Soaking your G-spot area from Breyer's
Don't fool yourself with the toys under your bed
You're deniers, no time to hurt you, they're looking for screamers
I'm looking for cryers, admire your bed sheet you're on
Careful planning, the one I need to teach you on
No regular movie, I rather watch porn
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
[Kool Keith:]
Dark voice, space choice
T-Mobile text vexed and you think you're in a competitive mode
Who's the wussy they can't be fly droppin a verse with a dirty pussy
Diaper show off your designer chains fuckin up my cypher
Retarded ass rap slash diva
Run around with a fucked up weave attachment hoe handcuffer
I don't know why that stupid nigga like ya
Step back you fuckin werewolf out of London, before I bite you
BBQ rib hounder fuck it you splash out that quarter pounder
The official rappin music co-founder since Ralph Hooper
and his pops ran the Apollo with the United Negro Fund
The richest nigga in the world, y'all can't fuck with the franchise
Imagine your local bullshit burger spot goin against Ronald McDonald
Italy can't stop the three billion servings
I'ma make Brandy hoes move they porkchops
[Chorus: unknown guest rapper]
Be a fly ass niggaz
And runnin around the city lookin at you bitch-ass niggaz
Tryin to play high post, wit'cha little kitty-ass withers
Knahmsayin? ... Fly ass NIGGA~!
[Kool Keith:]
Broke niggaz worryin about how fast you can rap
Spit at quick speed with techniques that's sharp
Complex comprehension I'd rather see some tits
Turn your computers off and get off that gay shit
MySpace, Clayface claymation nigga
E-mail message abusers shit fag energy users
Livin in a fucked up town so boring drink fo' kegs
before you talk about me with them ugly bitches teasin you in Hooters
Y'all get the critic booters, website looters
You fuckin raccooners, you can't stop the bass boomers
[unknown guest rapper:]
It be the motherfuckin Commi$$ion to all you whack-ass rap niggaz
out here sellin that fake-ass rap music to you little fuckin kiddies
What the fuck is goin out here with that rap shit?
Y'all need to get smacked, knahmsayin????
Runnin around, with the big Commi$$ioner, ain't playin no games
Stomp all y'all out, in this rap game
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, Kool Keith
Oh yeah
[Chorus: Kool Keith singing]
Girl you know my name in all directions
The way I feel about you
Honey can take that, secret advice from me
The way I think about youuuu, and what you do
[Kool Keith]
Executive upstairs, I deal with the same list
Broke people love MTV Cribs
Chewin a dollar fifty slice of pizza
A minor rapper dissin they low income lifestyle that's rich
Fans that work at buck forty jobs; braidin hair on the week
and they can't afford hygiene products and cotton swabs
Fantasizin what it's like to sip champagne
Quarter juice figures, livin through another monkey's fame
Get my name straight, you should be ashamed
Layaway plan action, get ready for concerts you can't afford
Struggle to buy that ring, another imposter
Diamond wannabe like necklace girl on the pre-paid
cell phone with a fake gold chain
Caught up in illusion, fakin like a mothersucker
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Oh my God! Another Chrystler with the Hemi
To boost the ego, let that car be itself
You can't turn it into a Rolls Royce Bentley, over stingy
Makin you spend gently; women hover
Is that leather goose down to rubber?
I'ma investigate the fella, 40 percent rabbit
Your wife ain't wearin a chinchilla
Nobody want they coat to get wet, step under the umbrella
Is the Rolex real? What'chu gon' tell her
With them cheap suits you bought from Portabella
600 pounds with five stomachs
Big baller, in the leased Escalade painted vanilla
TV's in the headrest
With 36 White Castle hamburgers, he can't digest
Caught up in illusion, fake like a mothersucker
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Everybody's turnin groupie
Guys fight the girls to get in first
I hate to see a dude with a baseball cap jump the line
To get in the club like they carry a purse
Get to the front with no money
Turn around quick, they be the worst
The latest schedule, process material
Love to listen to the caviar and sushi rhymes
But just had a bowl of Frosted Flakes cereal
Songs that make you imagine you live imperial
The problem is the poor watch the many, extravagant videos
Facin the most highest celebrities, livin on they lows
There's no turf and you ain't plush flossin
K-Mart is the new place, your mom used to go to Woolworth
Yo I ain't hearin nothin, Kool Keith in the place
I'm a be all up in your face
Yo, I'm a tell you, I don't wanna hear what you got to say
'Gwan from here, forget the all-star game
Light your ass man with flame, urinate in the brain
Ladies react move with panties off with the prawns
Imposter from the Barbados
Private jets shock your island
40 Oz. undercover with a cashmere
Your fake Gucci glasses, your jacket's made out of reindeer
Jealous, I know you act like you don't hear
Top controller, winey waste
I'm not impressed, beyond your fat stomach
Twist your tiny waist
Jacket and juice leave your bad mouth with a bad taste
We keep it clean, no passin gas or sardines in here
No girls with a lack of hygiene with sardines in here
Yo, you know Garland, open the roof, crack the beer
It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here
Like Free and Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator
#1 With the tec-9 in the duffel bag, I'm your competitor
Bounty catcher master, you face me in America
You know you guys rhymin little gay for commercial
Deep in the industry, the anal crevices
Y'all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trends
The kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other way
Santa Monica butt boys
Fly your girls in from Chicago, Illinois
Ask the judge right here, don't budge right here
Y'all light in the ass, featherweight, fly your kite here
Bird figures, y'all ain't all that, don't let me reveal you
Cap peel you, top of the mansion butt boys
Earnin for girls, y'all strut boys
Play your right hand side with Tonka toys
Walkin back and forth like Enoch against your crew
Sayin "crush, kill, destroy"
Asian girls relax on Soul Train, you're stiff
Eat your bok choi
It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here
Special effects make most of your average rappers with pastel colors
Wallpaper in your background, I P-I-S-S on you
Game benefits, collect C-I-S-S on you
Don't need one mic there, I'd rather vomit on two
People suck! Are you down? I'm in your area
You bad, the more the merrier
Santa Claus, put flammable fluid to your claws
I break all sissy laws
Treat you like a prosti' on Sunset, you bet
I know you're in the back of the aisle, your girdle's wet
You got the nerve to move and listen to Keitho Sweat
Look around yo
You're like the girl who used to sing a long time in Florida
I call you Anquette
It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
[Kool Keith]
Hey, Dr. Octagon
You know how it is
When you're in the bathtub
I'm there, to give you the Oil of Olay
To rub it all over your head
Dr. Octagon, proctologyst, lyrical scientist
Women know my twist
When I release the hits
There's no one on the invitation guest list
Organic kilometer, you feel the temperature
Playing with the advisor
I take the advice, opposite Mr. Nice
Bone you twice we hear it
The funkology astrology
Lookin out the space window with the Bryants
I wear the Kobes
Not takin the space route, duplicate me
Like Moby, you don't know me
[Chorus: singing]
Dr. Octagon
Dr. Octo
Dr. Octagon
[Kool Keith]
Operation X-Factor with the Wolverine
Walkin down Broadway with the X-Men
Women close your eyes
You see the green "Lost in Space" ship, count to 10
The first android landed from the Mercury
Nobody on Earth shock me
Your Earth music don't hurt me
We park the bus
... and grab the bags
Robot, me
Comin down the street
Dr. Smith and Will Robinson and Dawn
A baby chimpanzee with fur coat
Speed's older brother Racer X
Drinkin Dom P in the passenger seat
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
With chemicals all over my pants
The discotheque won't let me in the dance
Original gas, computer built into my shoes
Reject the circumstance
A flying elephant with metal wings
Pulling up in Domino's
Me and Batman and the Rhino just left Spider-Man
smokin PCP in the don room
With 2 Asian models, Aunt Bee, Barney Fife
Just a new distribution deal, with Jive
I got a new job workin in a band
With Elmer Fudd drivin a van
For the Channel 5 news, rouse
Kool... KEITH! Lost Masters
Part 2, you got Part 1
Part 2... yeah
[Keith randomly computerizes his voice - this may not be accurate]
I'm in danger of the tricks forever
Piss on you more, if you get better
You don't wanna fuck around with the professional work
I'ma wipe my ass tonight wit'cha white Coogi sweater
Shit inside your {?} if your limo
Push the club cheeseface nigga, put up or shut up
Mash all disease nigga, you ain't no MC nigga
Fuck up your studio time with a bullshit rhyme
Up in the limo since you was nine
Mountain climbin with dimes
Ladies know I'm simple with mines
New York bitches is too slow for me
I shit on your face on national TV
Let the public see me piss on the Hollywood sign
My construction booth stomp on these beats hard
Fuck you I work overtime, at the check cashin place
I spray your bitch ass with mace
Barfin these Wendy's hamburgers
all over your Reeboks and all over your face, BLEWAAWHH
Whack-ass nigga all over your shoelace
Too funky two-face, too funky for you stiff motherfuckers
I got too much bass, call me Ace
La-Da-Da-Da, nigga, nothin but Prada nigga
Play this shit in the club, we need bud!
Piss on motherfuckers in the curtain
Light a match, pour gasoline on your fuckin rug
Urinator, gators piss on the back of your denim suit
HA HA HA! You got the dog shit on the back of your heels
Fucked up position, the shoe man
Can't take care of the back of your sneaker
The maximum smell, blow your asshole out the box office
Like Jaws, I bought a retarded shark
Retarded in the dark, movin shit off your tugboat with gills
You fuckin with Hennessy? I don't fuck with cocaine
I don't need the fuckin ecstasy pills
Top notch, unequal, it's hot in here
Crowded house party with eight thousand people
Urinated in the fruit punch, while y'all light and blaze blunts
Krispy Kreme donuts, you boxed up stale bastards
Like Captain Crunch, champagne fuckin security put on ice
Designer nice, the waiter lookin for the tips
Make her pay up twice, purple trainin on precise
MTV material, platinum nigga lot of flashes
Zoom on your fake asses, bouncers lookin for VIP wrist passes
Dark corners brothers
Temporary secretary, workin at Warner Brothers
I'm warnin others, admire the fakers, buffalo wings nigga
You in the front seat, front row, watchin the fuckin Lakers
TV screen, overnight basketball fan
Yeah, straight from the ranch
Motion man
J. reno, Kool Keith
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 fourth of July atomic fireworks
Extraction attack, white backpacks on wack macks, yeah
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
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 [Unverified], 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 chicken heads
Barney and Fred, Wilma, Betty, Bam-Bam, Pebbles
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
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
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
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
(Psych)
Clifton, Santiago
Keith, telavasquez
New York City
Want me tell you the style that's goin on right now?
Girl I caught you last night
You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide
Sittin in the back of a resteraunt, with a 99 year-old man
I'm startin to see that a lot
Hey fellas
She's feisty feisty, just lettin it all hang out
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know I'm on the couch yo, I'm feelin laid back
I play my records over and over, my name is K-Mack
I'm over here on the chair, girls stop and stare
200 Million pounds, you bring a box or 7
I'm on the news, girls you turn to Fox 11
You try to network, that watch and neck hurt
I give you irons, don't take so long to press my shirt
With the steam that's clean, you start to dream extreme
You chose one, you're on the creamer team
You move with men that beat 'em, they on the screamer team
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know you know the kind of sound, grab your Metro card
Get rid of your ego, meet me down in Chinatown
The classic Lincoln, respect the K when he speakin
I sleep in limos and headline shows at the Beacon
Broadway players, the City Hall to the majors
I'm on DVD, most cats still watchin Betas
I write with two pens and two pads, two songs on papers
Girls with FedEx sendin all thongs to me in all flavors
UPS delivery B what you givin me?
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know have you seen your girl tonight?
Call the manager, turn on the light
No studio tape, 300 groups wanna be in the remix
And bypass the need for fixin, loaded with chicks and
With the mic, rock icon, women like pops
Don't fear eyedrops
You're frozen with teardrops, double peein
That's right you seein, the best to believe it you receive it
Non-stop for the hip-hopp-in, that's right you stop man
Cause your records done flopped man
A full length video, that's the girl in stereo
I gotta see this, don't you believe this
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
Man I know, they're out there cheatin
Every girl in the club, exposin cleavage
[Kool Keith:]
Baby this is Keith, but not SWEAT
I wanna tell you how I feel about you
How I rub my fingers through your pretty hair
Tell you how I really feel
You're so lovely to me
I'd do anything in this world for you
You're pretty baby
[Chorus: Keith - singing]
Baby you impress me, but they don't know how I feel
Step up if you will, I'ma change your world
[Kool Keith:]
Just because you got The Personal Album don't mean you have The Secret Album
No less The Private Album, the four albums recorded
Plus the 11 tracks of seclusion
It's dimensional, my songs keep a distance
Even if you absorb everything, I don't wanna add to your confusion
Everything I do outside of me is an off-branch
I love classy wine, white collar shirts with cufflinks
I'm obsessed with fly slacks and pants
Go out to discotechs and watch ladies dance
King crab legs, with old bay season
My salad dressing with blue cheese mixed with ranch
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
You thought I would be a cartoon character
I'm in reverse mode, you and your girlfriend do a show for me
Let me laugh at ya
Can't handle my man life, the way I demand life
Me and you will always stay six albums apart
It's been that way since I wrote what you thought was yours personal
I meant that you can't think of what I listen to private
Write five albums a month, when you close your eyelids
Put the vocals out for high bids
Pump your tweeters and your mids
Can you imagine who's real? A genius, can you guess everything I did?
Everything I put lyrics on now have to be big
Whether you like it or not, you can't fight what I got
Collect this, I don't care, stay recordin like 2Pac
Record stash, you never heard them, come and tell me what's hot
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
[Intro]
Yeah! This goes out to all you fake-ass motherfuckers
doin your bullshit-ass parties (yeah, we in here)
You motherfuckers are fake, you look like it
We know you look like it
Look at your fuckin familiar face
The nine can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Casanova)
Latex on my dick, [?] on my wrists (on my wristssss)
Can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Gun Hill Road)
Latex on my dick, [?] on my wrists
Can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Newark, New Jersey)
Latex on my dick, [?] on my wristssss
[Kool Keith]
Hypin up niggaz too much, bullshit's goin down
I don't give a fuck about Howston Street
That's where they suckin dicks all day, niggaz meet
Play what you told to play, Flavmaster-ass nigga
You can't even cut straight, a DJ fast nigga
Y'all niggaz is monkeys with cups!
With that bullshit playlist, Arbitron even say you SUCK
Billboard hate you; you corny motherfuckers are fake too
Wit'cha robot format, stick a bomb on your asscrack
Who sponsor you motherfuckers, Speed stick deodorant
You motherfuckers yeah - you owe the rent
Get rid of your staff they make me laugh with that local-ass shit
Y'all play all day talkin shit
And sittin on the toilet even Clear Channel's mad
All y'all do is flush toilets and shit all day
Report some ol' bullshit to BDS, like y'all the best
Transexuals, walkin up there with a fuckin dress
Even Wendy Williams say you motherfuckers be up in girdles and bras
Gettin they fuckin nails pressed
[Chorus]
Hot 97 smell like piss
Latex on my dick, [?] on my wristssss
Can't fuck with this, Hot 97 smell like piss
Latex on my dick, [?] on my wristssss
[Marc Live]
Fuck if we ready it's war on the station
Taliban, car bomb the whole fuckin place in
Duct tape, the receptionist, boxcut up, the security
Gun down the P.D.; hold Angie Mar'
I strip her naked tie the bitch to the front of the door
I kick her face in; tie dynamite, to her nipples
I put a dildo in her mouth and if she moves flip the switch dude
It's doom, aiyyo the end of an era
Backstabbin bastards, no-talent asses
Angie got a bastard child by Nokio (faggot)
That has-been groupie bitch shoulda fuckin known
Flex is a fruitcake nigga, fat faggot
Transvestite lover on Hunt's Point every night
Do a show with RuPaul, troublemaker, softest nigga
in the city, guys cum on his fuckin titty
The worst DJ on KISS, you owe Chuck Chillout bitch
You got nerve to act large trick
You duck and hide, too many niggaz gettin shot outside (Game)
You gon' learn when that car show gets interrupted
A news break, they drove a Navi through your fuckin gate
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
The type of niggaz y'all fuck with little kids havin incest
A couple of years ago y'all was the first critics with that bullshit
Talkin about down South was weak, y'all was dissin Mannie Fresh
Only when Snoop come to town, y'all play his shit
Actin like y'all supportin the West; lyin-ass niggaz
Frank Crock' tryin-ass niggaz
Slick suckin dick-ass niggaz
Nuts when they get into town; I was listenin to Master P and shit
When you motherfuckers was hatin 'em
Now all of a sudden Lil Jon is hot, and blew up
Now you gon' stand in the music bitch and act CRUNK
Now you tryin to get DOWN, late-ass nigga
[Kool Keith]
Clayborne Family
[Chorus]
Can I touch ya butt girl? Can I squeeze ya butt girl?
Can I feel ya butt girl? Can I touch it?
Can I touch ya butt girl? Can I squeeze ya butt girl?
Can I feel ya butt girl?
[Kool Keith]
Honey with the gloss white diamonds, frosty lips
Movin with hypnotic sips
Movin the packer, I'm in the ride, leanin to the side
Turnin up the Bar-Kays
Firecracker, the parking lot macker
Maxi, Stacy, women sport the Stay Free
Like Prince all the panties hit the floor in one room in Paisley
With Naughty By Nature, stippin Stoli
Peach on the rocks with Vinnie, Treach and KayGee
Volume up, the club is open, nothin closin at 3
V.I.P. comes reserved, with Ronnie B
Are you blind out there, can Ronnie see?
The power of the Miramax picture
Hold up girl, wait a minute, players don't rush
Hold the cards, please, I'ma get wit'cha
Ladies ready for departure, show ID let me card ya
I see the T-backs through your slacks
I like it jiggly a little larger
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
In the club I enter the room
In the ladies room where the flows [?] soon
Heartbeats cold sweats, game and jets
Let's 5000, let's jet
No hon, I just came, I ain't done
She owes me cash, she paid up one
Next chick, nitpick, dip necks
Lick we jacko man took his shit
We in the club, you slip we serve
Back in the club gettin clipped nuttin heard
Two-steppin, game lethal weapon
Chicks I'm checkin every second
Blood hit slide as you outsiders want what [?]
No outsiders, we all riders
We party hard, doin the club
Gettin no love from sharin the bub
[Chorus]
[uncredited rapper]
Yo what'chu gonna do now (what?)
It's all messed up now (tell 'em)
The club rushed up, crunked up now
Chickens all fucked up on Bacardi now
The spot blown up, yo they wanna go nuts
It can go now, yeah
We out of control, we out of your mold
We broke it, 10 years ago (10 years)
We start to roll, I can go 50/50 (ooh)
Aiyyo you out of your goal (that's right)
You out of your reach, we comin now it's the beast (peace)
Big and brolic, we pass the chronic (yeah)
Freaks jump on it... YEAH!
And from the back nigga, I pumped on it
Top finesse
East coast right back to West
Snap your neck, EPMD style
Aiyyo we stackin them checks
We buy the bar out (yeah) beef cookout
We bring the mob out (where we at)
Tony Draper style, Suave House
[Outro]
Can I touch ya butt girl? Can I squeeze ya butt girl?
Can I feel ya butt girl? Can I touch it?
Can I touch ya butt girl? Can I squeeze ya butt girl?
[Bushman:]
I'ma have to take this to the motherfuckin ghetto-ass summit man
There's a lot of fake-ass motherfuckers
claimin they ratin shit on motherfuckin cable networks
Knahmsayin man? I can't understand this shit man
I'm from where they make you SHIVER
You know that place they call motherfuckin Bronx River
But I always kept low-key motherfucker
Cause I know it's hard out there
Y'knahmsayin I'd be sittin on the sidelines, up in the PJ's man
And I was there when shit was goin down
With them niggaz Bambaataa, and Kool Herc nigga
Yo Fab 5 Freddy~!
Yo these niggaz really need to know what the fuck is goin on man
Cause when you did motherfuckin, Yo! Raps
You really told it like it was
But these new motherfuckin made brand motherfuckers
that don't got no motherfuckin life
Just livin paycheck to paycheck
and lookin for a fuckin squirt-off for the night
Just like them niggaz be up at Suzy Rendezvous, fuckin around
Pullin they dick out, thinkin they can get they shit licked
Got a bunch of motherfuckers sittin around a motherfuckin table
Claimin they know who the best
The best rappers out here in this motherfuckin world
Y'all niggaz is straight nincompoop motherfuckers, knahmsayin?
You gon' get a nigga like me and a whole bunch
of other motherfuckers out here that know the real true game
to this hip-hop game yo
Gon' give you that Tyson look and slap you the fuck up real quick
Like you sittin on benches, up in the projects nigga
Hawkin and spittin, on the floor
Yeah you ain't motherfuckin God, thinkin you know everything
Think you servin down on this motherfuckin world
Globally, there's all type of rap niggaz out here y'knahmsayin?
Who the fuck you think you is
to put yourself in that fuckin type of category~?!
To claim who's the fuckin best
Cause you know this ain't no motherfuckin contest, motherfucker
You ain't never judged niggaz in Africa
So what the fuck is you comin out here from New York City
and you don't even live in N.Y.C.
Youse a nigga from another STATE
Motherfuckin fakin jacks motherfucker
I need to slap you in the back of your motherfuckin neck
and give you a wedgie at the same time motherfucker
You don't even go to China
Now how the fuck can you claim that you know who's the motherfuckin best?
When yo' ass is sittin in the motherfuckin, BlueTube motherfucker
Tryin to smile up in all niggaz faces
When we walk around you, smilin
You don't even go to motherfuckin Timbuktu
And talk to those niggaz up in the hills
When shit was goin down, and you be sittin around a fuckin panel
with all these motherfuckin fat obesity motherfuckers
That don't even know they front from they left
Tryin to judge motherfuckers with these plaques
Y'all niggaz need to step the fuck back
Cause y'all niggaz is way whack
I don't even understand y'all niggaz
Y'all niggaz is really givin rap a real, fuckin look
A bad motherfuckin look I mean
You got me so highly upset nigga, I feel like sweatin
[Kool Keith:]
New York City, Bronx
Bob Boss, Bob Boss, Bob Boss, Bob Boss
[Chorus: x2]
Bob Boss, Bob Boss, Bob Boss, Bob Boss
[Kool Keith:]
Critics wait for me to drop, sit on the toilet and doo doo
Men write for magazines with G-strings
I'm not a Chicago bully, ask Phil
I got seven rings, the championship crown
Exhaust pipes, everything you let out your butt is brown
The enemas I give bring the paparazzis around
That sets me up for the cover of Vibe
Shake hands on the court
Touch your sandwich after I play with my penis
Where's your startin five
Who want Bob Couse, who wanna make Bob news
To match me you gotta pay Bob dues
I bring an NBA four with a dumb construction book
to the kids in your high school
Battle me son you must be high fool
With skinny legs disappearin from the cocaine
Your biceps smaller than your chain
There's a CBA team that might take you
You need protein, and food
Go home the power forwards and centers break you
Rub your face against the fiberglass
The coliseum's jam-packed
You can't rhyme your way out of a tiger's ass
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
Girls want that massage
The man with the Dick Tracy Stetson
Bad kids I send you to the dean
The El Brothers rock the lime green
Sheepskin Tyra Banks at the Ecstasy Garage
Theodore on the turntables
Bob Couse from Prospect Park, with mean jeans
Ask Herc if he gon' let these rookies rock right now
They fans on my cock right now
I like the way you scramble and work kid
But I gotta shut down your block right now
You heard the boss, I said stop right now
My team used to catch you in the Cisco Fever
Your chain and watch on my neck
There's more guys like B.O. in the Bronx
Ask Sal, about my perfection
When the projects wait for superstars
With super cars comin out the T connection
Mess with me you be the first man with a C-section
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith:]
Now they gon' wear the aprons and stack pancakes they fakes
I'm the righthand man of Lenny, seven million cash
Who you think own the Ultimate Breaks?
Move with ultimate cakes, girls taste the gunpowder
Somebody gon' kill y'all, I heard y'all sellin flour
Golden seal, big substitutes, that's sugar you movin
I make you eat my boogers
[Chorus]
Baby, baby, you feel it, lady
Can you feel it?
Built to last, I'ma reduce competition
Stretched like a G-string, stay in that ass
Eliminate your words you think are tough
By movin? herbs, you think you're rough
Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks
Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin'
Everythin' your producer make is cuddly and fluffy
Soft as Kleenex tissue, you with the coalition pushin' the vinyl
Funny style, movin' the feminine issue
Attack you mentally, you know I would get you
Gorilla shots, you figure out what animal bit you
Tractor trailer from the side hit you
Tryin' to figure what animal hit you
Tryin' to figure out
You tryin' to play me like I'm from Montreal, Calgary
You never noticed G
How the thirty-eight weighs a lot of pounds and what it be
If you knew, you wouldn't be standin' in front of me
A 100% of you is imitation, take off that baseball cap
In Jersey, ask your mother, you?se a wannabe
A $46, 3 color face watch
Yellow band, don't step to me, I know your estimate B
Don't question me
You met the rude awakenin', find the best of me
I don't care about your favorite rapper, they're less than me
Urinate on your V.I.P. area where girls roam
Piss on your dome, bodyguard, face the CIP area
You know what's comin', nigga
I knew I had to make a record soon
Destroy your whole mechanism
Compilate on your Meoshe jeans in fake records soon
You blew up alright, you?se a blip
Up in the air homo, your crew is a helium balloon
You guys with thug mentality
Wearin' them tight ass black thongs with black Sassoons
Smooth on your anus
Your girl defecate my diamonds out with brooms and mushrooms
You cats face the public here, you know the rules
From MC Hammer down to Lil' Romeo
Out of 2 million rappers you pick a name and lose
I penetrate news, my Tomahawk missiles piss on Cruise
You know, baby
Can you tell I'm bad?
You know, lady, hey, hey
[Kool Keith: voice lowered]
Busta gon' always make that good club jam
But I'ma make bitches and niggaz excited, get gross on the toilet
Chicks catch a relapse, drop them hamburgs
Shit out that pork and ham
Once quite marketable meats distributed all fuckin up with Bill Graham
Watch you clam, close up, fish go up your nostrils
I pull the gates, down
Fix up my nose
The barbershopper clocked
The crowd strut when I turn around with the leather goosedown
and shit on your haircut
Paint your asshole with my cum on the airbrush
Fuck weed embalming fluid breathe
The contact's from the air dust
Y'all was steppin to gorilla shit, see that gorilla spit
Wipe that suit defecation, on your pave fist
Turn your back on your glass, V.I.P. stain I piss in your Crist'
With dog shit around both of your wrists
You might not expect a turd in your birthday gift
V-neck velour like Will H, throw out you pluck bastards I deal
Four great danes and a afghan, chew on your custom seats
Flow on psychiatric, I hear y'all rappin
Candy-coated watered down gay producer shit man take off them panties
Your bitch rock a bra that don't fit
with them tits that's covered that's counterfeit
You must come with a prescription I'm over-the-counter shit
Ox tables
Three a day keep the monkeys climbin
Your bitch orderin sneakers out of East Bay
The volcano dunk low pros
For fashion week chimpanzee, coke down to the floor
Antony Graham projects late at night
The alligator's in my apartment, two doors down fuckin tenants
You hear the lion roar (RAWWWWWWWWR)
Hippopotamus owner two flights up named Brian Graw
Suck your dime's asshole with a milkshake straw
Let the milkshake pour like, the Bang Brothers calm productions
DVD spin New York bitches lookin for a husband
They eat up a cow's ass! With dairy products
I'd rather spank it up and hit it from the back
Three hundred billion invested in amateur fuckin
Answer your phone son of a bitch, I'm still here
Drinkin tonic water on the rocks with Mitchski
I see girls they pony ride, bendin they legs like Trixie
A lot of shit stains need repair
Yellow work hat, I'm doin your job slob
[Kool Keith: voice lowered]
Report to the Commi$$ion, yeah!
The motherfucker's in the house
Black mask... knahmsayin long coat... trench~!
Bitch rapper female rapper or male rapper I don't give a fuck
[vocal sample:]
Far as gangsta rappers man I'm not feelin that
It's hard for me to turn around and feel anybody that front like they a gangsta
Y'know I y'know I put some unnecessary work out there
From 69 all the way to 85 a little past that
Y'knahmean so it be hard for some guy to come in the 80's
talkin 'bout he a gangsta, they all need to turn around and come together
and quit actin like lil' ol' broads
Act like lil' ol' broads and shit like this here, and leave all this stuff alone
If you gon' make music, y'know c'mon, bring it on home
Y'know when a nigga turn around advocatin all that
Y'know kinda shit like they so hard and shit
It makes a real soldier know man that you nothin but a whore
[Keith: voice lowered]
Whore, I got the Halloween streets
I can deal with the toughy rought niggaz, actin like they own these streets
Spittin on gay producer tracks
Everybody's fans all shrimp
Niggaz, dress hard and act grimy
but they rap on top of Vagisil cream beats
I refuse to get on yo' shit
Pull my pants down, and shit on whatever you spit
I love the agony, you fucked up! With the dragon B
Tail fifteen feet long, fuckin with dragon B
like Spot under the stairs, blowin fire at Herman
Aunt Lily makin peach cobby
Watch Dennis Roddy rebound over the green gobby
Fryin people with Mazola corn oil is my hobby
Fuck females rappin rugged with hair on they face
Chicks need Cortizone 7 motherfucker you ain't fly
but your stomach is sloppy, I'm in the streets catchin sales
Out the ass they call me Shoppy McGroppy the best hip-hoppy
Fuck your shoes and your socky, dinner table reserved
Appointment to eat I cancel my order
Pickin in your nose you wipin on it with the skillet you fuckin creep
Ugly bitch with an elephant booty
Thought she prolly knew me
[vocal sample:]
Far as gangsta rappers man I'm not feelin that
It's hard for me to turn around and feel anybody that front like they a gangsta
Y'know I y'know I put some unnecessary work out there
From 69 all the way to 85 a little past that
Y'knahmean so it be hard for some guy to come in the 80's
talkin 'bout he a gangsta, they all need to turn around and come together
and quit actin like lil' ol' broads
Act like lil' ol' broads and shit like this here, and leave all this stuff alone
If you gon' make music, y'know c'mon, bring it on home
Y'know when a nigga turn around advocatin all that
Y'know kinda shit like they so hard and shit
It makes a real soldier know man that you nothin but a whore
[Keith: lowered]
Spend the winter workin out with Milwaukee, let me call Bry-an
Turn off the faucets, let me talk to your girl, with dry hands
I'm more fascinatin than 600 live bands
I don't want your Viper I'm searchin on the web over, Pontiac demands
When you perform only I see three hands
You make four to add to the collection, I ship rappers
Ground transport, wrong place, here your zip code correction
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, the 14th song on the album
Yeah... Kool Keith
My flow is cut even like Steve Harvey's toupee
Ask Tech & Sway
Christmas all year long, I will ban Santa
I don't care if you perform your first hit in the Copacabana
I study the weight class, watch 'em bite behind the neck
You gotta stick and move
Don't let a gorilla get you against the ropes, with a banana
The same rappers hate my twist and turns
Awkward Uptown Bronx style, star vocals jab like Tommy Hearns
Extravagant lifestyle rap, only the poor people love it
Your refurbished talk is not my concern
Spray Polo cologne on you well
You don't wanna step in the lobby when a professional check in the hotel
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
Don't let the trophies and awards fool you
With the wet behind your ears organziation, who's gonna school you?
I'm a true inner city scout
With version talent that's not ready, you're gonna lose too
Waste a lot of distribution money
Another face on the magazine out of nowhere
Lookin retarded and funny
Two kids 19 years old with long sideburns
Look like my grandfather's dad, fresh from go 'head and brag
Drop them same lyrics, a tough guy, I kill everybody glock drag
In a garbage bag, wipe your buttcrack with a zig-zag
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track
The 14th track on the album
White tie affair, I ban your tux
You think you're doin somethin eatin at the Grand Deluxe?
Your verses to me is worth 10 bucks
With a corny image that sucks
I pray heavy by the pond, I find those Donald Ducks
Who move in armored trucks
Uncircumcised cats with lame tracks
Got the nerve to press CD's and try to go to wax
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
Yeah, the diesel truckers, with, Kool Keith
Marc Live, Jacky Jasper
We come international, and rational
[Kool Keith]
I saw the Grammy's, I wasn't impressed with that
A lot of stylists overdressed that
Was I wrong? Who was the best at
Two cases on Stoli's, eight thousand for this man you
owe me
I left the V.I.P. section lonely
Me, white folks, Don Juan played the back
The women chose me over guess who? Pretty Toney
Kid I got your lady signed to Sony
Girls tell Bobby I'm the real tenderoni
New York's best verse carrier
You better scoop her, before I marry her
Award winnder without rims
Tap your dimepiece without spinners
JVC, LL soapbox with the antennas
I get hard on aspirin cups filled with Guinness
The Ernie Onassis, with masters, with Marc and Jack
Jasper
Sunday clean gators on the pastor
Go 'head player, youse a wallflower
Scared to talk to her, I'ma ask her
Rep it at the casino, walk in your presence
Miami's biggest problem
Whack rappers want me out the game like Al Pacino
[Chorus 2X: Jacky Jasper]
We pop bottles, washed up models (bamboozled)
Runny makeup, celebrities, uncensored
Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard
Forty-second street, Las Vegas, South Beach
[Jacky Jasper]
I seen a lot of rappers turn soft, I turn my TV off
(uh)
And thugs got commercials (yea) thugs in commercials
(uh)
And everybody's chick turned gladiator and shit
No pimps, no hustlers, yo where's your whips
No Maybachs, no Lambos on the field
Towncar, ridin Music Express
And yo' the winner is - effervesence (that's right)
Your rhymes didn't win, your rhymes didn't get shit
(oh!)
They like the way you move in tight suits (that's
right)
And gay-ass 70 boots
You the best example, yo the industry is whack yo
Now you can bet your label and your Phantom on that
See rappers don't want no parts of men
They zombies, +28 Days+ all over again
Everybody's scared, runnin again
They bonecrush ya, monkeys in the cage again
[Chorus]
[Marc Live]
Celebrity nigga, broke a MC pimp nigga
Show up on the scene (nigga)
Trackin cream, so obscene
You can't come clean, fast money I fiend
I know the score, your mother-in-law
My money is more, she's leavin him poor
I know the game, ask Rick James
I don't complain and I won't explain
Go fetch, I draw the sketch
You won't catch, I got the niche (bitch)
The chips won't switch, she's not a bitch
I'll take the chips, she's on my dick
They flowin in, steppin on up the money out
Hiccup, bitch shut the fuck up (what)
What is wrong, income's right
The street's my wife, the street's my life, uh
[Verse One: Thee Undatakerz]
Step to the altar as a sacrificial lamb
When you enter 12 o'clock, on the dot, bet he drops in
the center
of a star sided circle pentagram, it's official
Worse than Heaven's Gate baby, massive family come to
get you
Stab your body 'til you with it, drink your blood mixed
with liquor
Bloody meat, chew on {?}, smokin weed and a Swisher
While you bleed I'll read the scripture, snatch a snake
while it slither
Ceremonies of a black moon risin on you tit
It's the {?} gettin sicker, now the world is into war
Everybody led a beast who fell asleep with a whore
Revelation on the rise, tribulation at the door
Don't nobody know the time, so throw your Rolex to the
floor!
[Chorus One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Midnight madness! Ahh, we the undertakers
Midnight madness!
Midnight madness!
[Verse Two: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
With Anacin and Dexetrim, medical pharmaceuticals
And tetracycline
With the Michelin Man on stage
Soaked thongs wrapped around Been Grim
Space Ghost!
Popeye and Brutus was supposed to smuggle Barney's work
but the Teletubbies waitin by the Greyhound bus station
Big Bird wanted to kill Oscar
But Minute Mouse was runnin the East coast with Bat
Mike and Gazoo
On Harley Davidson bikes, Kermit the Frog was the
project guard
Mr. Slate and Barney Rubble drivin a Cadillac Escalade
Donald Duck walkin across the street with Link from Mod
Squad
Davey and Goliath in the purple 6-4 with mink rugs on
the floor
Sippity Sam and Talcon Sam
Frank'n'Berry on the corner worried about Perry (Perry)
[Chorus Two: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Midnight madness! {*repeat 4X*}
[Verse Three: M-Balmer]
I buck one I buck two, could even buck you
Kick back nasty-minded ways to fuck witchu
Cause this is what I do, kill yo' whole crew
Told you I'm incredible game, so fuckin spit and
no compassion is shown to my victims
Each battle I'm winnin cause I'ma get wit it
I'm this Don that strike, get yo' cap peeled tonight
Unbelievable, nobody unpredictable
Hood life queen puttin it down for the S.C.
Before I leave, who they really wanna see
Nobody baby
Fuck with the queen of the tribe of the knives
Nobody who surprised, come take a walk with me, and you
gon' ride
You died, a body bag, cause you made a bitch mad
Madder than a hatter, not really that that matter
My noggin so fucked up, I'm convinced I'm a psycho
Let my vocalistic rhymin take you to another level
Feel the fire, look at how we burn but the sherm
keep the flick of the flame jumpin, now lemme hear ya
say somethin
I keep it comin
Let my vocalistics carry ya, represent yo' area
Six 4-5 automatics in my rifle
Ready to set it off, BOO-YAA, when it's a quick draw
Get yo' ass kicked tonight
... cause it's the midnight madness
[Chorus: Reverand Tom singing]
Ooooooooooooohhhh
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the
crying
For the dying I feel belief in what we all be trying
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the cryin
Of dyin, I feel that we be all tryin (tryin, tryin,
tryin)
[Verse One: Al Bury-U]
My 454 engine, war suspension, immaculate
Black hearse Undatakerz dead corpse in the back of it
Attackin rappers with cake, flossy niggaz in clubs
Moet bottles and Cristal but they ain't showin no love
Reverand Tom'll buy me a eulogy, I spit in your face
Drive you to the cemetary, make you sit in the grave
I'll bury you, not just my alias name, but the truth
Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether woman or
dude
Shiny suits and pretty makeup, homo rappers in trucks
Leave you six feet under, all covered up in the dump
From the jump it's on and poppin one-eight-seven on
sight
The homicidal Undatakerz takin over the mic
Drivin a black hearse
[Chorus: Reverand Tom singing]
Ooooooooooooohhhh
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the
crying
For the dying I feel belief in what I'm feel-in
(feelin)
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the cryin
For the dyin, I feel belief in what I feel (what I
feel)
[Verse Two: M-Balmer]
I'm rollin pimpin through these grey clouds
Pickin up bodies cause I'm a wild child, I love my
lifestyle
Check the repertoire, if you read between the fine
lines
of life and death, niggaz dyin, strugglin for they last
breath
You hear the sound of the trumpet blow!
Your body's cold cause caps be gettin peeled
And blood be gettin spilled
Pimpin out headlights and creepin through the night,
will they blast
Do they wanna smoke me? Or provoke me? I'm workin with
a fifth
And five freshly dipped sticks, embalmed it's the M-
Balmer
Fuck all y'all niggaz and y'all baby mommas
Spit shit by the bound, M-Balmer finish every round
Watchin dollars multiply into six figures
Got no time for skanless-ass hoes and bitch niggaz
Wonder where I get my lye, no-ass hoes abbreviated
They contemplated the playerhatian caught me up in
situations
Best believe, now they assassination
So let it bang, and I'ma swing this thang
Itty bitty knockin busters off my titty
So saditty with the Thee Undatakerz with me
Now really..
[Chorus: Reverand Tom singing]
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the
crying (the crying)
For the dying I feel belief in what I feel (what I
feel)
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the
crying (crying)
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel (what I
feel)
[Verse Three: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Energetic, kinetic, fuck a {?} free
Catastrophe, passive leaded with embroidery
Rotary, dope from me, loadin me, tortin me
Close aphobia, with the knee jack, with the knee pack
Comin to attack with LoJack
Nigga whether you white or you black, I rack, you lack
Count attack the track, and carry load my back
Action sacks, power jets, burn to the max
Socialism with cannibal vocalism
Hopin ism, diplo manalism, smokin ism
Jerkin with the jism and wisdom, hip-a-pot-a-mo-pism
Material on grism lyricalism
The tiger and bear-a-lism, monkey and animalism
Oh, ohhhhhhh
[Chorus 1.5X: Reverand Tom singing]
I see the night, the moment, for the reason of the
crying (the crying)
For the dying I feel belief in what I feel (what I
feel)
I see the night, the moment for the reason of the
crying (crying)
For the dying, I feel belief in what I feel (what I
feel)
[Outro]
For what I feel, for what I feel
Belief in what you're dying, the crying
[Kool Keith]
Yeah baby
I just filled that Peterbilt from a 36 state run
Long haul, carrying lumber
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Can I buy you a drink?
You look pretty in pink
Can we hotel link?
Tell me what you think
[Kool Keith - overlaps Chorus]
I'm always down to go out to the club
To see somebody beautiful like you
Y'knahmsayin?
[Kool Keith]
Excuse me Linda, tippin soda with the bartender
Tuxedo sometimes, your bodyguard's organized
Studio mix, and everybody's now surprised
I'm through the back door, walkin in a quarter to four
Love me baby, love me lady
Love me crazy, love me Daisy
Yeah, can you check out where they goin at
I'm not impressed man, kid where you flowin at?
Crackin bottles, man where you floodin at?
The waitress is gone, man when she comin back?
That body is tight, with legs like a runningback
Blow the words through her style like a future mack
[Chorus] - 2X
[Over Chorus - repeat 2X]
C'mere girl
Yes you do
I got my room
I need you
[Kool Keith]
Custom made, Benignis with the cuff links
Pants end up with stares and the high winks
I'm on the patio, exclusive in the rateo{?}
Fly hotels, standin next to Mario
CD to burn, bumpin in the stereo
Ladies with legs, you can't be too material
I'm back and I'm live, movin like Arsenio
Gators is live, your man rockin pennyloafs
Spanish lady, I'm freakin out Jenny most
Stand up playa, move to a real post
Squeeze up jab, girls movin up close
Heat up the track, vocals burn like pot roast
I'm in the groove black, gotta count uno dos
Mexican swing, I tell you baby who you chose
[Chorus] - 2X
[Over Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
I keep it marchin, with a {?}sweety form archin man{?}
Right down your number baby, jazz star parkin man
Hand me the phone, yo Harry let me talk to Ann
She like the Zeniti, anything popular brand
Type of girl, lookin for a couple of grand
Rings with rims, jewels for a couple of hands
Wear that wealth, tonight I'ma change your plans
After the club, hey love, I'ma take you to France
Petals and roses hit the floor while you dance
Confident yo, who you think's takin the chance?
Pick up your girl, now you got a finished romance
Pimpin the game, Globetrotter got an advance
[Chorus] - 2X
I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so arrogant
But I am.
I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham
And also, backstage passes
For the afterparty, thank you
[Kool Keith]
Black starship control, walk like I'm Darth Vader
My green limousine, purple Maury alligators
Glow in the dark Pele jacket
Shoes shine in your face accurate
Never seen a leather jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music and disco
I take cities by storm
Drop deep like hills in San Francisco
Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco
After dinner, girls come over in lingerie
Bake sugar cookies and ginger snaps from Nabisco
Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme
Ridin fluently into the mountains with briefcases countin
millions and billions and zillions
And quintrillions, in mansions talkin to chameleons
Dark Vadar
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Dark Vadar, watchin DVD's with his new fader
And may the, force be witchu
[Esham]
Back on the scene with a pocket full of green
And I'm speedin like I'm caffeine
Intergalactic, super tactics, sultan with this rapping
Pull up, tinted out limousines, in Detroit I am never seen
Plus I keep a motherfuckin laser beam
To blow away your motherfuckin pale team
Crazy as this shit might seem
Livin in a nightmare, not a dream
All my life I been a microphone fiend
You want the title? Step in the ring
You ain't tryin to hear me, get your ear bit off
May the force be witchu when I turn your shit off
Star Wars, me and Keith in the bar with scores of whores
And the tours for whores
Pimps push Cadillacs
Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe
Since I was sippin Similak
But I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia, playa
Me and Keith new millenium rhyme sayers
Too futuristic, for you to miss this shit
And if you do, may the force be witchu
[Motion Man]
Yeah I'm tellin you, it's really bad out there
People out there they doin too much
You guys are lucky I don't have my finger over the
button
Cause I'd push it, I'm not playin
You need more than your hand slapped
[Kool Keith]
Stop and stare, what would it be like
if New York had the electric chair?
Eight years if you caught with a gun
Would that eliminate the fun?
Child support, cut your hand off if you don't take care
of your son
Only people in a wheelchair can receive welfare
Take care of your own abortion
Every hospital in the city don't care
They signed the legislation
Robbery, you face castration
Tough lawyers can't even fight the litigation
3 weeks in jail for smokin cigarettes in public
Curfew, everybody go home at 2 in the afternoon
Murder an elderly lady, you die in the gas room
Rapist, put them in hot water
Let the public throw hot grease on 'em in a bathroom
[Chorus: Motion Man]
(Serve 'em a sentence) Mess around
and be orange jumpsuited for life, you gotta pay a
price
(Serve 'em a sentence) Fugitives don't run
The shotgun'll smell smoke from the barrel of one
(Serve that kid) Straight whup your body
when you dance with a cyclone fence
(Serve 'em a sentence) Knock knock you there?
Open up, assume position for the handcuffs
[Motion Man]
Anybody with a white sheet on
Not playin, a ghost a Halloween arrest 'em on the scene
Transplant 'em with different races organs live on TV
Then drop 'em in Oz and let the Aryans turn on 'em
Every other race in the pen'll do a train on 'em
You sick duck sick now, who want a kitty bone?
Watchin kiddie porn, the public would go biblical
Be seein your ass'll get stoned
Kidnappers I'ma teach you, your ass'll get cloned
And yourself'll take yourself
And treat yourself like yourself, your self killed
Yeah trifling how it felt
Expect a rading in public assistance delf
You know your saliva was whack
Witness a murder and you could lose an eyelid for that
Cure for total fraud, electric chair is over
While you wearin a {?} for the bowler
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Give you a 27-to-life for molestin children
Put you in a dorm, let you breathe in anthrax
Torture you worser than Hitler
Go 'head touch a baby's private, I'll fix ya
Clean the highway eight times a day
Chief officials, increase the death sentence
Mr. Blackstone, do it my way
Stick up a store I'll take your eyes away
[Motion Man]
Act black, you turn black
Or what you so-called call black, you sayin nigga to
each other
You feel black, but what you gon' do
when the feds attack black, act white proper on sight
You send spam or virus, embalmin fluid with AIDS
injected into the body 'til it blows up like a grenade
Red light run and your head will concave
Suffer 'til the fine's paid
Yeah, we here tonight, live on stage
Quincy Jones, James Brown, Prince, Madonna
And of course Kool Keith
Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium
Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside
Cruisin' down 5th Ave., makin' love in your ride
You want that baby but I'm out here thinkin' maybe
What if you flip but it's okay when you're on my tip
Take off your shoes, don't spread my business news
Reachin' for the rubber tips, it's time to pay your dues
Two girls in the back, bring your friend, make it three
It's the big thing honey, that's the policy
I got to pull down and bring the steel home for you
Break the headboards and tell your girlfriends come over too
Put my motorcycle helmet on and feel the power
Rock and lift the boots, spank the lips for a hour
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
I must show up, scope the cheeks well with clientele
When a sister wants to see me, I should not really tell
I bought some movies, some strippin' joint type of coolies
Boots and thongs, girls flip on my theme songs
They know I damage, with gloves my equipment's on
I got a cape, like Superman, I'ma put it on
Grab the vaseline, make your hiney shine like Mr. Clean
With a purple G-string, you wanna do your own thing
Girls dance for me, pumpin' over me
Big sniff is back, word to honey's crack
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Hello, Room 402
What's happenin' pizzimp?
Yo whassup?
Yo Menelik, I want you to go down the stairs
Get five cases of champagne, order two limousines
Yeah, I got them honies
And check it out yo
Bring five freaks that's ready to do this
Aight, let me just see, I'll be down in a minute
Late night, me Trev and Keith, leave the suite
Three limos deep, with honies greet us downstairs
Prepared to take us, anywhere, tonight's the Grammy's
Afterparty back at the hotel, we're poppin' expensive Perignon
I'm the suave Don, this is the average evening
Of the celebrities, the days are relaxed
It would seem to most, an expensive vacation package
The pay is good in Hollywood
A hustler has to mack in fresh gear
My choise of Rolls Royce
And a duplex location up at Sunset and LaBrea
I'm mackin' in your area
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Keith is in town, it sho' was good goin' down
The mack is back, doin' good and lookin' fly
Featuring 'noggin nodders'
[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
Yeah
Supergalactic lover
Supergalactic lover
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
Supergalactic lover
Comin' from the projects on the hill
Supergalactic lover
In my monkey green rag top Seville
Supergalactic lover
Comin' from the projects on the hill
Supergalactic lover
In my monkey green rag top Seville
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 [unverified] 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
Supergalactic lover
Comin' from the projects on the hill
Supergalactic lover
In my monkey green rag top Seville
Sippin' real smooth wine, galactic glasses, wearin' masks
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 rag top, spaceship movin' ridin' down your block
Power jets millennium, level five is next
(Crank up the space, beam up)
Supergalactic lover
Comin' from the projects on the hill
Supergalactic lover
In my monkey green rag top Seville
Supergalactic lover
Supergalactic lover
Supergalactic lover
Supergalactic lover
[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Reverand Tom! (Praise the Lord!)
Everybody with the straw hats (yes amen)
Everybody with the black tight suits on
Everybody with the Stacy Adams shoes on (praise the
Lord)
What are you gonna do when this guy
jump out this coffin and start breakdancin?
(Hallelujah, woo!)
Doin the slip and slide (amen)
Look at him, they buried him with a polka dot suit
He didn't have the loot
But he's gonna get up and do some dancin, look at him,
slidin
Doin the electric slide, back and forth
Hoppin out his coffin... you didn't think so did ya?
You didn't think he was gon' come out the coffin
Surprised ya! Cause he caught the Holy Ghost
He caught the Holy Ghost
I'ma tell ya guess who's the guest star
With Howard Cosell
The rap game, since Kobe Bryant wasn't even an embryo
Michael Jordan walked in, that's right his lil' son was
I used to manage Marvin Hagler and Ken Norton
Las Vegas had one hotel
I had Angelo Dundee before Ali, done trained Mitch
Greene
Tony {?} was heavyweight
Don King was in Cleveland with John James
Mike Weaver couldn't handle the press
The tickets was ringside, me a preacher
With Don, Carol, Tom Jones, Lyndon B. Johnson
He wasn't even in front office
Morgan Stanley gave the bank loans
With Rocky Marciano in the studio
And that's right, Studio 54, no black suits
I'ma wear a yellow suit as a preacher
I'ma wear a yellow suit as a teacher
You get out my face!
Now let this man walk outta his coffin
Straight out the church and get in a cab
(Roll on, roll baby) Yeah
Look at him, you didn't think he was gonna catch the
Holy Ghost
No nigga, you didn't think he was gonna catch the holy
most
Look at'cha, now everybody pass around the coin
collector
And give people a toast, I want butter please
First Corinthians, chapter 10, was.. that..
man.. man ran over, woman
Second verse, Matthew said that (preach now preach now)
he, could cook a TV dinner, share with a lamb
Give food, around the world, God said sure
But that's all love you know {*applause*}
Brother Green, got a question back there
Umm, yeah excuse me, umm
Miss.. Miss Johnson can you move your big hat out the
way for a second?
I'm sorry about that, okay?
Can umm, two people come over and help her lift it up
off her head?
Oooh you got a, bald head
Now the last chapter, alright, can you read umm
Uncle Fe, umm, Uncle Fester
You got Uncle Fester in here from Addams Family y'all
Give a hand for him in the back over there
Uncle Fester's in here, oh ho ho
Yo umm, y'all can read um, First Corinthians chapter 7
said
And the dog ran, see Spot run
See Jane catch spot
Spot ran, see Spot run
(Tell 'em pastor, preach!)
Hopefully, we're gonna change the church tonight
(Watch out now!) Mr. Softee's outside (yessir)
(Hallelujah!)
Bring me back an ice cream sandwich, that's right
There's no turkey for today
Everybody's going home their way
{*phone rings*} Hello?
This Keith, you're all by yourself? {*out of service tone*}
[Kool Keith]
Girl you're about to take a shower
Get in the bathtub, get your back scrubbed
Massagin your neck, feet rubbed
Baby oil on your toes while you get wet to my flows
I get turned on by the belly piercing
Your little ring in your nose
Decision makin you chose
Smell my cologne, fluctuatin your clothes
Me and McBenson
Project chicks in the green S-500 with extensions
From New York to Virginia to the Pocanos
In Cancun I send you to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
{*out of service*} Keith ill
First man from New York City housin to have his face on a $30 bill
Chauffeur impressed, with sneakers on, dressed to kill
{*phone rings*}
[Chorus] + {*miscellaneous phone sounds*}
Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend (dressed to kill, dressed to kill)
Telephone girlfriend
[Kool Keith]
Answer the phone honey
You lay on my chest like Max Julien, Cleopatra status
Coke bottle shape, Miss Nubian
Watch your sheer nightgown in the bathroom light
With cameltoe showin, I can tell you tight
Loose jeans don't work, my job is to convert
Act like I don't know the bottles are there
I can see through your shirt
While you listen to some wack MC's turned Smokey Robinson on
No time for incoming calls, b-boys stay mad
Actin buddy and funny, walkin around for beats won't work
Shut your status and timin
I don't wanna have a career too extreme
But ladies think I'm Frankie Lymon
{*out of service*} They think I'm Frankie
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
In the living room, on the couch and sofa
Mature female, you act older
No problem at all when I walk witchu to the mall
Circle the parking lot, you park and hot
At night you booty call, we order things from Pink Dot
Blockbuster movies, Maxim, Hustler, got you in Spike leather jackets
With tats on your stomach like a wrestler
You challenge the taste tester
Like Gomez used to kiss on Morticia, in front of Uncle Fester
Charming my dear, kissin you around your ear
Arms and palms, legs and thighs
Don't be surprised (don't be surprised)
{*out of service*}
[Chorus]
(dressed to kill, dressed to kill, dressed)
Telephone girlfriend
{*"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again"*}
{*"If you need help, hang up and then dial your operator"*}
{*out of service*} {"We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed")
f/ Jacky Jasper
Funky, yeah baby! Blackula, spectacular
Blackula, bust at ya, spectacular, Blackula
Blackula, bust at ya
Blackula, spectacular
[Kool Keith]
Bust a rhyme kid bust that, nigga fuck that
We on the move in the girls and they love that
My shit is on tight, flowin with the gun rack
Computer love it where you goin what you sayin brother?
Skills to play tracks move and they ovulate
Ladies in suede, ducked down for the roach spray
First class, high in flight on the coach way
We universe, stutter step, we doin it first
Pause and spin now you sleep watch your head burst
I'm divin in like a champ goin head first
Fools reverse tragedy, gettin worse
Non-orthopedic got the medicine, when you need it
MC's who need it in the meantime get defeated
Foes competing on the website get deleted
Don't get me heated grab your shield, you know you need it
Blackula
Blackula, spectacular
I'm Blackula, bust at ya
Black-blackula, uhh, spectacular
Blackula, bust at ya
[Jacky Jasper]
I've seen it, bust it
Cutthroats scope, targets blast faggots
Promotin hit gunsmoke, toad(?)strass remote
Habits, iller tactics, homicidal practice
Maggots and brains derail trains
Sustain, no remains bro plane strain
Thoughts snort support resort all sorts
Snitch in court thought y'all niggaz bang slang
Who rock, who bang hang?
With three hoes, a pimp thing ring
Boys is dressed as coppers dope droppers
Jacky jackin, pushin shotguns
Hate knockers, star jockers
We street doctors, rockers
Call girl clockers, chop business
You up rock stop, three up drop
Fifty ki's, block plot, past cops I'm hot
Yo Keith (Blackula)
Check it, I'm low in the spot
Blackula, spectacular
Blackula, bust at ya
Black-blackula - spectacular
Blackula, bust at ya
[Kool Keith]
Dump a few in the litter box, you in the bitter box
Baby you lovin me, stop it why you huggin me?
Smack you lightly, brightly
Rammin rocks, ran the blocks
Combat standard demands of my job is commandin
You're handin, standin
[Jacky Jasper]
What? Let's instigate eliminate
Make pace five lates
You hate, Esham weight, out the L.A. smog
Memory log, that's my dog
Put six in the morgue
Jog and kill six more
Therefore we score big sword hardcore
Sex flicks, she does chicks, pulls tricks
Flips, pays chips, booty hits
and does contraband trips
Blackula, spectacular
Blackula, bust at ya
Black-blackula - spectacular
Yeah, I saw you, I see you too
I peeped you out, oh, you watchin' me?
I know where you go, no, you don't
I'm watchin' you, so you say
But I'm watching you too
I love your sweet eyelashes, your darkskin flavor
Every morning going to school on the elevator
Soft and nicely, the girl entice me
Diamonds on her watch, she rock her ice B
With a North Face coat, apple bottom jeans
The El Dorado is smooth, when the mack gleans
The President is there, the stars walkin' on the scene
Tastes so good, her body like Krispy Kreme
Frequent a mask, it ain't even Halloween
(It ain't even Halloween, Halloween)
Girl take it off, shake, shake, shake it off
Move your pom poms, bikinis and your panties off
Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft
Come here, baby, I'ma break U off
Girl take it off, shake, shake, shake it off
Move your pom poms, bikinis and your panties off
Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft
Come here, baby, I'ma break U off
Don't get me wrong now, I like 'em blond with long hair
They call me Sauvere, I like her underwear
She don't mind posin', she don't even care
I like her atmosphere, plus she's out there
The type of girl to break out, yo, we outta here
House and closets, model with a lot of gear
She love to clown and pose, spread 'em on the chair
Talk on the rooftop, when she wanna feel some air
I know her secret phone, when she's leavin' home
Her Benz is baby blue, convertible, trimmed with chrome
Girl take it off, shake, shake, shake it off
Move your pom poms, bikinis and your panties off
Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft
Come here, baby, I'ma break U off
Girl take it off, shake, shake, shake it off
Move your pom poms, bikinis and your panties off
Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft
Come here, baby, I'ma break U off
With a see-through nightgown, she got to be Spanish
Brassiere, baby, come over here
The mamacita, lick the ice off her back when I freak her
She look Brazilian sometime, her face look unique
Shower when she dance in the Go-Go bar by the speaker
I excuse myself and let the man meet her
Family Lacosa, they call me Sosa
I hold the best wine up when I toast her
Real extravagant, better than gin
Extreme dime straight from San Juan like a 10
Eight inch heels witcha pink shorts
Hey baby, when we gonna do this again?
Girl take it off, shake, shake, shake it off
Move your pom poms, bikinis and your panties off
Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft
Come here, baby, I'ma break U off
Girl take it off, shake, shake, shake it off
Move your pom poms, bikinis and your panties off
Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft
[Rev. Tom] I'm here with the Funeral Director
[Fun. Dir] Mmmm-hmm
[Rev. Tom] He wants to tell people about, a lot of his
records
[Fun. Dir] Mmmm-hmm!
[Rev. Tom] And the way he conducts his, churchs and
stuff like that
[The Funeral Director]
I bury bodies
I stick catheters, in their chest cavities
I keep things moving
I don't mind burying, I don't mind undertaking
Yes I will be your Funeral, Director
The Funeral Director
The Funeral Director
[Thee Undatakerz]
See I walk the urban streets
Bloodthirsty with spit drippin from my teeth
Black werewolf on the loose chewin ligaments
Only human without no beef
My next victim just might be you
The Undatakerz, East West coast bodybaggers
Draggin bodies up and down the block around the clock
before the doc, toe tag 'em
Funeral Director slash bodies, leave 'em cut up in a
blender
Whether it's John or Brenda, Sal or Glenda
Anybody corpse we dismember
See God made me this way, gave me this distemper
I was born with the intent to kill
Feelin no emotion when the body drops
Actually the, sight of death, just might make me thrill
I love to watch flesh peel
Take the picture of you when you take yo' last breath
Tryin to gasp for more air without no energy left
Orderlies move for death
Let your life go, let your life go, breathe slow
Let your life go, breathe slow
Let your life go, breathe slow
Just let your life go and breathe slow
[The Funeral Director]
I will bury you
I have no problem, with putting you in the ground
Pulling up my truck, putting your casket... inside, my
hearse
Driving it up, to the graveyard
[M-Balmer]
M-Balmer got a style that is versatile
Blowin up the room, make the crowd go wild
So have a smoke, not a cap
Now who not not not not not now
Let's see how many MC's jock my flow
Two thousand and ten, I'll be a legend though
Still keepin up the flow
Fluid runnin through my soul, make me grow
Cause I'm instructable and I'm invincible
[The Funeral Director]
We have, platinum coffins, to put you in
You can believe, you will not, be coming back
Ha, ha ha, hahahahaha
Ah-hahahahahahaha
Ah-ahahahahahahaha
Ah-ahahahahahahahahahahaha
Yeah, when I drop the cross
When I show you the boss
When I show you the off
M A N E, spells mane
You know the bass is out, you comin' thick mane
I'm droppin' words on beats, they comin' sick mane
That little cadence you use, that ain't shit mane
Long-face or not, you be a big mane
Sweet on my feet, flow like Sugar Shane
You never get up the hill, to the Hall of Fame
E-40 my man, he did 'Tha Hall of Game'
Girls walk the stage, while the speakers bang
Pretty titties that hang
When you droppin' them thangs
Non-stop rocka rocka rocka
When I get up and spot her
M A N E, spells mane
Yeah, that's me, don't forget it
F A M E, spells fame
Whatever it takes, yo I'ma get it
G A M E, spells game
Since it started, I've been in it
M A N E, spells mane
The way I start it, I'ma finish
Peter Piper picked pickles and Keith rocked rhymes
Move around, get away, you need to split mane
You can't spit mane, make it tick mane
Still I flip a brain, in the powerful lane
Like a powerful train, you can't handle my pain
I put a stain on your name leave you out in the rain
Let my foes remain, like a key yo
Stuck to a key chain
Matinee, I'm the Lord of rings
Chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang, bobbala-bang-bang
Shockin' the waves, rockin' them days, sparkin' them pays, yo
B's turn to C's turn to B's, A+ turn to A's
M A N E, spells mane
Yeah, that's me, don't forget it
F A M E, spells fame
Whatever it takes, yo I'ma get it
G A M E, spells game
Since it started, I've been in it
M A N E, spells mane
The way I start it, I'ma finish
I'm down to slick slang, girls check yo' phone rang
Smooth as oodles of noodles and chowmein
If you go out late, I'll hang
And sweat like jheri curls on Pootie Tang
Don't get jealous, stop messin' with Pootie mane
I'm out here with sharp eyes and a booty aim
Watchin' the booty frame
That blouse show nipples, got me insane
Fire that burn, leave you in flame
2000 iron freight train, little mane or big mane
Who drive a rig mane, light up a cig mane
Quarter to eight, mane, don't be late mane
M A N E, spells mane
Yeah, that's me, don't forget it
F A M E, spells fame
Whatever it takes, yo I'ma get it
G A M E, spells game
Since it started, I've been in it
M A N E, spells mane
C'mon, like that y'all
C'mon, like that y'all
(Party in the morgue) like that y'all
(Party in the morgue) like that y'all
C'mon (Party in the morgue) like that y'all
C'mon (Party in the morgue) like that y'all
[Chorus]
C'mon, party in the morgue, party in the morgue
C'mon, party in the morgue (like that y'all) party in
the morgue yeah
C'mon, party in the morgue, party in the morgue
C'mon, party in the morgue y'all - YEAH! Party in the
morgue
[Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame
We bought the bottles, club bring in the reign
Don Don of Pino, bottle up first
Call Vegas casino, the top cat with the dark blue
Cadillac
Up to Reno from there
Hit the Filipino, let her roll, get bold, reload
First name Gino, Valentino
Take her to the patio, park the spot, slut you're hot
You're nothin you're not, leavin the spot
That's right yo, what is not when we come to come
through
When you want to, that's when he touched you
Touched two, touched three touched for and
See the score and we pourin
With Johnny Donny in a Mazeratti
Slick Rick playin "La-Di-Da-Di"
Yeah, that's right yo, that's right yo.. {*echoes and
fades*}
Let me see you say ho!
It's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Thee Undatakerz]
New Jersey in the house, Philly cats on me
The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green
Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs
Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on
Rough - see me do my thing
We're Detroit boss players with them pinky ringers
Rinky-dink cheap whores without chips ain't jack
See the roof is on fire and the party is packed
Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme
that penetrate straight through your mind
[Verse Three: M-Balmer]
Up in the morgue, jump in the hottub and get a backrub
Surrounded by some bad niggaz and a pound of bombudd
They like my love, that's all I'm thinkin of
Give it to me now, here we go, put 'em under
Somehow I make it thunder
Shake my back and then they wonder
Sippin on Cristal, slidin through the morgue
They hear me cumin...
Who be the richest, the gist is
M-Balmer the {?} mistress
Y'all know y'all wanna hit this!
I'll be makin all the noise
Now follow me boys!
[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Talk digital, all galactic iMax, start space
Demon of three dimension intro-respection
Shake the one..
The rap flow since the Scoob paid dues to G.O.
Capture the picture all out the end
Watch the cheap pendant bend
You face me like you've hittin the dead end
I listen to heater, talkin to probably my best friend
Smack your face like Tony Gwynn
The screenplay will never end
With {?}, Stoli, OJ and gin
Rocketship goin up to, count to ten
All galaxies will pay me salaries
Aluminum shirts and die cast shoes
Mercury, Pluto, Mars
Jupiter Saturn is on the news, NASA black hole
You face, the mantaur
The explorer, world controller
Adjusting levels, you can't face us
That's right you can't replace us
Undatakerz, no fakers
I think we're stuck out here, umm
[M-Balmer] Stuck?! What you mean stuck!
[Rev. Tom] There's aliens on the ship
[M-Balmer] What's goin on Reverand Tom?
[Rev. Tom]
We gotta do somethin about it, umm - where are you
located right now?
I've been walkin around for a long time
I can't find out anybody, where is anybody located
Come in, do you read me? Come in... anybody come in
Red code one
[Thee Undatakerz]
I'm coming, closer
There is something wrong here
[Thee Undatakerz]
This is Mission Control
Reverand Tom! Reverand Tom, what's going on up there?
M-Balmer, are you still at the controls?
Hey anybody! Al Bury-U?
Al Bury-U are you in the engineering room?
I'm getting no kind of feedback here
[M-Balmer]
Takin flight, is M-Balmer, the vicious, funk mistress
Warpin through yo' zone, zappin Amazon figures
The unidentified femme like that Big Bang Theory
I'm blowin up like the beginnin of time when I drop one
line
Headacysm, mechaic-nism
I flow from A.C. to B.C., my enemies can't touch me
If there's a penalty like Space Gozer
I'm creepin quicker than a roller coaster, dumpin out
the space Rover
Cosmo cosmic galaxy 'n all
But I'ma roll through cause he ain't with my black in
the zone
[Thee Undatakerz]
I'm gonna stop, all the aliens
They're taking over the ship
I must get my weapons, ready
They will not, take over this ship
I gotta let the dogs loose
They've got the alien, cornered
It's a lot of them! I need help
Please, we're in mortal danger!
We're all gonna die
I think this is our last, mission
"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for
Yeah, Live, Kool Keith
From the Staples Center
In Los Angeles, California
You know this is a song, I wrote from the heart
Too much, I Love Lucy kid, you think you're Desi Arnaz
I tell you off in the facts like Ralph and Ethel
I can't be in the Valley doin' the Hollywood Shuffle
My voice tenor like the Whispers
Your girl adapt to me in unison, tight outfits like the Spinners
What I mastered is worser than, Dukes of Hazzard
Find out ask, Miami Vice, about me, Miami twice about me
The Coconut Tree down in Cuba, red light action
Camera work by David Luger
E! light entertainment, I need the money edit JVC
Handheld, Geiger silver could shoot or meditate on the block
The motion picture's clear, the girl is hot
I love you, Nancy
(I wanna take you on exotic boat rides)
I love you, lady
(I don't wanna argue with you no more)
I love you, Nancy
(Give you things you never dreamed of)
I love you, baby
(I wanna stay in the house)
I love you
(And be a good man)
Give me a little more hard energy, more impact and intensity
Bikinis and more bras scenes on hoods of hot rods
My collection of personal and private songs shock you
Like Hot Wheels and Johnny Lightning cars
With social exposure, a magnetic force, evolve and change with culture
Black Elvis Presley, Grace mansion, the man is handsome
Don't act wild girl like babies throwin' a tantrum
I scrub out problems like dandruff, I watch you stand stiff
C'mere honey, give me a kiss, yeah
I love you, Nancy
(I wanna take you on exotic boat rides)
I love you, lady
(I don't wanna argue with you no more)
I love you, Nancy
(Give you things you never dreamed of)
I love you, baby
(I wanna stay in the house)
I love you
(And be a good man)
The hot vacation, took you out of frustration
You're still my psychology patient
Solve the best but I'm one hard equation
Spanish ladies, Italian, white, black or Asian
Peru, Indian, Cindy and, Mindy and Kimmie
And we hold the toast with cups of tea
Three cups you see, I call you late
A quarter to three, we be that, a bouquet
Gifts and roses, sparkles of diamond, jewels
Pearls of Bombay
I love you, Nancy
(I wanna take you on exotic boat rides)
I love you, lady
(I don't wanna argue with you no more)
I love you, Nancy
(Give you things you never dreamed of)
I love you, baby
(I wanna stay in the house)
I love you
Party at the morgue
Party at the morgue
Party over there!
[Verse One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame
We bought the bottles, club bring in the reign
Don Don of Pino, bottle up first
Call Vegas casino, the top cat with the dark blue
Cadillac
Up to Reno from there
Hit the Filipino, let her roll, get bold, reload
First name Gino, Valentino
Take her to the patio, park the spot, buck you're hot
You're nothin you're not, breezin the spot, you get the
Parking lot, parking hot
You hit the door, the door barkin a lot (yo)
With Johnny Donny in a Mazeratti
Slick Rick playin "La-Di-Da-Di"
Yeah..
I bowled 'em and bake 'em and shake 'em and make 'em
and take 'em
and fake 'em we make 'em, bread yo mixed with Steak-Um
Dressed like sheep, asalaam alaikum
[Verse Two: Thee Undatakerz]
Yeahhh! There's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn
style!
Hookers in fishnets, ladies do the wild
Rrrrah! Who got the PCP?
Forty ounce Olde English, fresh D.M.C.
Dominate beat breaks, hopped on the queen
Eastside Long Beach niggaz look at me
[Verse Three: Thee Undatakerz]
New Jersey in the house, Philly cats on me
The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green
Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs
Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on
Rough - see me do my thing
We're Detroit boss players with them pinky ringers
Rinky-dink cheap whores without chips ain't jack
See the roof is on fire and the party is packed
Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme
that penetrate straight through your mind
The whack, the flake, don't test the great, debate
The broke I break you fake, like Greek plates
Rrrah!
Party in the morgue {*repeat 4X*}
[Verse Four: M-Balmer]
Bum-bum-bum-bummm, mistress
Up in the morgue, jump in the hottub and get a backrub
Surrounded by some bad niggaz and a pound of bombudd
They like my love, that's all I'm thinkin of
Give it to me now, here we go, now here to plunder
We can flow with it now
And I take it dowwwwwwwwwwntown
I put 'em under somehow I make it thunder
I shake my back and then they wonder
Sippin on Cristal, slidin through the morgue
They hear me cumin... I'll be makin all the noise
Now follow me boys!
Who be the richest, the gist is
M-Balmer the {?} mistress
Y'all know y'all wanna hit this!
Party in the morgue {*repeat 12X*} (with ad libs)
[Outro]
Yeah yeah y'all, put your hands up
I wanna see everybody, put one finger in the air
If you got more than two dollars in yo' pocket
Let me see ya say hoooooooo, hooooooooo
Yeah y'all, you partyin right now in the morgue
With Thee Undertakerz, and we about to take you under
So if you think you fly, and you think you the best
We better than you, we hot knahmsayin?
It's a platinum album and this how we doin it
We doin this for the year 2005, up in here
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless gray
On they fight, for they are right, yes, but who's to say?
For a hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time he will
Blackened roar, massive roar, fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
Yeah, Kool Keith, with special guests
We comin through
[Chorus]
[KK] My mental mental mental side effects
[FH] Without a flaw we give you more
[KK] My mental mental mental side effects
[FH] We come first, you drool with thirst
[KK] My mental mental mental side effects
[FH] You drool with thirst, who come first
[KK] My mental mental mental side effects
[FH] We give you more without a flaw
[Kool Keith]
My mental pressure for lesser lookin over the wall
Starin at the dresser it's open and dope and you hopin
up down and broken on crack tokin to smokin my songs
Battle the pain, contain and claim and train and aim
the same trade, upgrade relayed contacts metaphor
Complex, kind of sore
For sure, for tour, for many but more, my shirt velour
Explore top chicks, white chicks, black chicks
You move skip flip switch first it's grab your purses
Rehearse this, reimbursement, top lyrical president
Swap evidence, testaments in memory of, the man above
Style precise, ladies in love, relax in tub
[Chorus]
[Fat Hed - One]
Me not care about devil thrills, we wield clever quills
Pop a wheelie spin out peelin rubber wheels
We on hidden planets, with a cosmic vision
While you at the crick in the woods eatin chicken
Spockavelli, you country like pumpkin toss
You with mics like hot wings with no dunkin sauce
Fakin moves, you bluffin eyebrow pluckin
Call me Tex-Mex shuckin diesel truckin
Y'all need money, y'all need inspiration
Got that milk breath with a hesitation
Oval Office, nature of the beast
Cold profits, reachin towards the East
We so effervescent, get yo' panties stretchin
Got your kid in the alley, teach him a lesson
Feed me.. feed me..
[Verse One: Thee Undatakerz]
Got bloody bodies all around me, I'm chewin out on
somebody's flesh
I love the smell of rotten corpse like maggots diggin
all through your chest
A gravedigger, tomb raider, quick to get in yo' spot
and make a mess
Rip the head off your body, sip the blood straight out
yo' neck
Black Nosferatu walkin the streets feelin the city not
as a threat
Look at the public and that, panicked manic man
straight on yo' set
Black mask, long machete and the blade is covered with
blood
Dirty suit, guerilla boots, and the whole body's still
covered in mud
Walk the cemetery at night, 12 midnight with a shovel
Speakin to the spirits talkin to me, thinkin is that
God or is it the Devil?
[Chorus]
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'ma chew on your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'ma chew on your flesh
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'ma chew on your face
Feed me, I'm hungry, I'ma dig in yo' chest
[Verse Two: M-Balmer]
Y'all niggaz just be killin me
Don't like my style, just don't deal with me
Y'all niggaz just be killin me
Even worser than them bitches that envy me
Y'all niggaz done done all that there talkin, now you
bleedin
Please believe it.. believe it
The blood streamin from your vein, two and two, the M-
Balmer
I'm true to you, you know I got you boo! (boo)
Creep through the streets of Los Skandelous
Business really boomin up and down the list
Niggaz can't handle it
Directin funerals of nothin but love
What about it nigga? Criminals and drug dealin {?}
Or that bitch nigga strictly bout his skrilla
Or fucked with me and I peeled yo' cap nigga
Always expectin the unexpected
Undatakerz, they detect it
Don't be trippin off me... just need to sweat it
Gravediggers, strictly fo' they cheddar
You said it's eerie, it's dreary, you weary
But none of mines is leary, y'all niggaz can't feel me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
There's more red beans in the back
Who cares who know who in the spotlight
I'd rather listen to Beelow comin tthrough New Orleans
with Project Pat
With Skull Duggery, Hollow Tip, and Tre-8
New York should be lovin me, word and I'm fatal
I'm comin out of nowhere
You see me comin out the under, the master of
distribution
out of nowhere like Kane & Abel, in magazines like Big
Bear
I move units over there, like Pistol and Mac Dre
I cuts up and put it out anyway
Y'all work for the company and release date
When I send all masters to city hall in Bayside it's
gon' be too late
300,000 rappers sittin out on milk crates
Skinny Pimp and Three 6, y'all hit them big licks
Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Rumble speaker down South with noise, make money mayne
No time for F.O. and G.I. Joe
Commercial boobs in Belvedere videos
Fake chairs and toys, incense on the corner, your rap
get destroyed
Baton Rouge, you should call me Mr. Scrooge
And when girls y'all ridin around with transexuals and
dudes
Comin to rich men drinkin booze
with gators on, fly and shine they shoes
I gotta get gas, pick up the girls, change clothes
Drop Frank off and Hank off
Ultramagnetic
[Ced Gee]
Yo whassup yo
We in the Ultra lab man
We got this beat rollin man
We might as well start this Chorus Line, y'all with
that?
[Tim Dog]
Word up, yeah let's do this shit man
Let's get on that
[Ced Gee]
Yo so how we gonna do this? Yo..
Matter of fact, you know how we gon' do it?
Yo Tim Dog, you lead it off, aight?
[Tim Dog]
Aight
[Ced Gee]
We gonna, yeah we gonna get out of here man
It's on you, take it my brother
[Tim Dog]
Ahhhhhhhhh [edited], call me the hick that vicked
To lick the dick you spick, cause I'm too quick
I be appraisin, raised with the brave
I'm the headmaster and you're my slave
Metaphor master, rhymes are disaster
Have the class to, faster, call me the master
You wanna jet, project with a similie
But I'm so large I boned your girl Emily
Procrastinator, laid her, hate her, played her, sprayed
You wanna be taught? Later
I'll control, get bold, uphold, re-fold
in tow.. cause I got so
many dollars, scholars, holler
Girlies wanna stop and talk but I walk
away, cause Dog don't lay
If rappers wanna play - go ride a sleigh
I'll compare and dare with a stare
You say where? I'm over here
Metaphor physical, rhymes are artistical lyrical
mircales
difficult, to some terrifical
Hypothetically, alphabetically
Energetically, theoretically
No joke hardcore, rhymes will sting more
Dog will get more, yes yes yes y'all
I manifest protest and progress
Confess with reflex, cause I get cold sex
I can't believe how dope I am
Give me a pound, thank you ma'am
So whether you think that I'm just a myth
to rift to lift the gifts that itch the fifth
to shift the spliff that's in control to hold and fold
a bowl'll make you take and ache and fake
Whoooo.. hot damn I'm great
I'm on the Chorus Line
It's a Chorus Line (3X)
Yo Trev (yeah) bust your rhyme
[T.R. Love]
Hold the beat, stop the beat, drop the beat
Gimme a second, to think of
the dopest lingua, lyrical interest
The metaphor better for, if and in awe
before the score, want more then implore
the rhyme line fine, com-bine design
Redefine, intertwine
Down the line, see the sign, stop sign
Pause -- and let me enter your brain
Reachin the full circumfrence then maintain
to build, in which I equal to destroy
I'm like a twister tornado, you're just a toyboy
Made, manufactured by, Parker Brothers
You bought your rhymes, from another wholesale
Words are stale, up to bail
cause you fail, try to trail
My certain style, words and rhythm for connecting
Dissecting, interjecting, I'm collecting
Fiends, the way it actually should be know to me
Cause that's the way it has to be done for me
Mine, and everyone else around
You're unequal to the sounds of my ratio
My strength is mental universal power
For the hour I will rain like a shower
Nucleon, cause you be on, fatal
More than able, also capable
Of takin you out without a doubt
And with clout just a sissy, a sucker girl scout
I'll rewind myself and then begin again
Strike ignite and burn, just like hydrogen
Come again, as I intend to start to end
to go beyond, means of a titan
I'm fightin, releasing my fury to cause static
and shine, the superstar, reign supreme
T.R. the Lover has got to be
Dope and def, the best that never fessed
Unless you guessed the test, a threat in chess
Never mess up for my Chorus Line
Yo Ced, here's your rhyme
[Ced Gee]
Metaphor layer, kickin it righteous
Ced Gee's the hypest, man that might just
Rip into this, rap right through this
beat that's sweet to eat, I'm not new to this
Rappin with swing and, bein distinct man
Seein the waffle can, rap with me understand
the fact I sound def means that I'm buildin
I'm so dope I got rhymes by the million
The image maker breaker taker faker shaker
You rhyme like me, you shoulda stayed the
hell out the industry, cause that means you're jockin
Your sweating me, getting me, telling me, you're not
ahead of me
But that's not all, I just feel that I'm better than
cause I'm Ultra, and I'm a veteran
with rhymes, by the thous', stacks and piles
I'm a scientist, you say how
the hell can we ever trust, Ced Gee when he starts to
bust
a rhyme with gale force, conducting with mega-thrust
To build or ill or kill or deal a fill the will
that make the people straight and still
To prance and dance and find romance and take the
chance
to glance, while I still deal
rhymes that's powerful, witty and logical
Mystical just to show, what I know when I go
out, and move on the battle tip
You rhymes like [edited], you'se a quick pick to stick
the type of hype I like to recite on - my Chorus Line
Yeah boy it's a Chorus Line
Aiyyo Keith (yo) you know what?
It's your rhyme
[Kool Keith]
I'm crankin up with the rhymes, brain tanks need fuel
Sunoco, diesel rhymes are locked in, turbo
Combustion attitude, gratitude, increasing altitude
Levels, but changing latitude
It's very rude when you step on my path
I laugh and giggle, smile and grin my friend
my style within - holds the righs to win
Your brain I bend, like a pound of steel
Lethal power, to me you're weasel power
I'm overloaded with tons of diesel power
Contraction, you're not ready for action
Two hundred rappers a day, I keep waxin
buffin cleanin polishin, every act up
You wanna battle with me you must be cracked up
Stop the jokes the games you're playin
You never were sayin or payin, one bit of attention
to me my rhymes my clothes my hat my shoes
my shirt my tie, the glasses on my eye
I try, not to cry
Cause you're wack as ever, never better
Clever to pick up the mic, in any snow or rain
whether or not you tried to scheme or dream
a beam of life, but my lyrics are bright
like a satellite, with crystal ball knowledge
I got to college, attend to astrology, test
A million groups'll fess, I'm still the best
Kool Keith to impress
I'm like a heat ray, cookin up your brain
Ahh.. Undatakerz
[Verse One: Thee Undatakerz]
Man I got my wet stick ready, machete and devil mask
Movin through yo' neighborhood I snatch up your ghetto
pass
A true to life Ghost Rider, don't try to come block my
lane
I'm Adolf Hitler in the flesh and I'm back, to kill
again
Killin this game, I never show no remorse, feelin no
pain
Still in this club with manic thoughts that I still
kill in my brain
Feelin insane I'm goin crazy Manson blood in my veins
No matter what'll happen to me where I'm goin won't
change
The stranger lookin through your window, drinkin blood
in the rain
I can't explain these evil thoughts, I guess I'm goin
to flame
But still I'm searchin for redemption like it's money
and fame
We only got one life to live, a shame we live it this
[Chorus: Undatakerz]
Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! (Jesus)
Praise the Lord, change the game (change the game)
Praise the Lord, help me Jesus! (Jesus)
Praise the Lord, change the game
[Verse Two: M-Balmer]
Father forgive me, I'm full of sin
But you said if I knocked, you'd let me in again
Since I was doomed from the womb
That's why I'm blessed I guess
Throughout the years, I done test the test
but still left 'em somethin left
After so many tears with this hard liquor, cigarettes
by the ounce
Left with a wet one, ready to bounce
So amazin, everlastin love, bust a dub
Up in the club - what? Nigga what?!
I thought I told you where I'm at with mine
Momma born into this life of crime
Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better
feel me
These niggas real G (these niggas REAL G)
Contractions is yo' reaction, when I'm blastin
Laughin, shit you know these busters like plastic
Clock's about to strike 12, you better save yo'self
Midnight pass and last days, movin fast
Check yo' periphreal, y'all don't trust 'em though
Don't waste yo' breath, if y'all ain't got no flow
Don't waste yo' breath, if y'all ain't got no flow
Don't waste yo' breath, if y'all ain't got no flow
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
Comin up the 101 freeway
I seen a ghost lookin through the window at me
It coulda been the smoke from the dank laced with PCP
Ambulance in the red light, stole these vanilla Coogi
sweaters
Walkin into emergency
Sweat by the pound, heat off my side, I let off 30
rounds
Two girls in the car waitin signed
In the fake name registered under Don {?}
No Medicaid card, you can't see the doctor was hatin
Three hours in {?} room
[Kool Keith]
Yo. Kool. Keith.
And Kutmusta - the funky redneck - Kurt
Platinum rich! Rollin, rollin.
All. systems go!
[Chorus: Kool Keith]
Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
Diesel truckers, truckers, truckers (you are the best!)
[Kool Keith]
Diesel format, check the road, hit from city to city
The gritty, the committee
The master with trailers overloaded
Santa Fe out to New York City
The gear changer, downhill vocal rearranger
Heavy angles make your woman earrings dangle
Truck drivin expert
With the Coogi, sometimes I sport the Kangol
Fallin watermelons, produce
Supermarkets need it by tomorrow
Diesel truckers, we carry mangos
With map facin angles
Curves to go by, under the passes don't lie
From the Golden Gate Bridge to the George Washington Bridge
Packed houses in London, my vocals ignite the Brixton fridge
Museums worship me like pyramids
Words connect and play together like little kids
Beginners who just started, clones in zones and fugitives
who try to express theyself
Abstract outerwear, bouquets and sports coats
Enemies, my focus is past wigs with mad tricks
All bets are massive bids
Optimus, we pushin rigs, overhauls
Bringin 9, 000 pounds of weight, around to malls
While y'all move cotton balls, before 16's was made
I broke the laws, of sharks who bit like Jaws
Evens or odds, it's still mine
The machinery can never be paused
On tour, skate on comp like Guy LeFlour
Many call me the great Boston Bruin, Bobby Orr
I'm Bobby Raw, the crowd cheer, y'all watch Bobby score
Texture for perfection for selection
The manifesto, you heard the best though
Gassin up with diesel, you take the Edsel
[M-Balmer]
It's like a million cars deep, in this cemetary
I'm dressed in black, high heels, black veil, and a
strap
Homies sheddin tears about it, reminscin
Older yesteryears, how we kicked it there
[F.D.] It's a great day for undataking
[R.T.] Jim, back the truck up
[F.D.] I'm backin it up a little further
[R.T.] Hurry up, back the truck up
[F.D.] Gotchu
[Reverand Tom - Kool Keith]
A hundred percent of you think you're popular
I haven't watched cable and television, in 20 years
You catch the hook
I don't even know how the average jackass with a jersey
look
Check the format, Mr. and Mrs. Unknown
I'm like the Amish people
Candles, no phone, although jocked by many stars
who copy me, still on my bone - been ridin limos
Watching crossing guards move you to the Immature zone
From top to middle, down to the bottom
You face the highway, lookin at Leatherface
Three miles away, you'll be in wrong place
I will make the move with the truck
The Funeral Director, will come with his own
black suit and that spector, to step in his ride
Will we see, when the cow walks at night midnight with
the leather hide
I will walk and stand in the dark zone, with the light,
from the lamp
This is no sleepaway camp
[Funeral Director]
That's right, I am, the Funeral Director
And we do not, run, a sleepaway camp here
We only, take
[Thee Undatakerz]
Manic depressive, mental patient
In a basement smokin wet in the morgue
With a swordfight, cat up, runnin meditatin
Without no ouiji board
My omnipotent potential crush skulls
Chewin through yo' favorite rapper's nails
Walkin with body parts in L-A-X airport
With a briefcase kept confidential
A natural born menace runnin loose through yo'
neighborhood residential
Urban suburban section a killin machine, with 187
credentials
My bladin through South Central, South Bronx, walkin
through South Chicago
Ivan Durago, Red Dragon, Hannibal Canibal, chewin
through human jawbones
Handle your mandible with a iron claw, black iron eagle
with evil thoughts
I release human form, drink blood drops
Love to watch when a body drops, when the shotty pops,
better drop
When I strike yo' turf, cause if you don't run and
hide, it's suicide
I'ma stun yo' hide, and leave you - six feet underneath
the earth
Serial killer like Ted Bundy, on the mic I'm Adolf
Hitler
Far worse than Osama Bin Laden, plottin on hell
When I get there I'ma kill the devil first, then put
his head up for sale
Put his head out for sale, put his head up for sale
[Funeral Director]
{*laughing*}
Yes, we will, put his head up for sale
His heart, his liver
His whole, internal, organs
We don't play here
We Undatake, here
So remember
It's a Grave, Undataking
[Kool Keith]
Yeah
When I dunk across
When I show you the bowl
When I show you the floor
G-A-M-E, spells game
You know the bass is out, you ain't got game
I'm droppin words on beats, they come in thick game
The little flavor they use, they ain't got game
Long face or not, you be in the big game
Sweet on my feet, I float like Sugar Shane
You never get up the hill, on the Hall of Fame
E-40 my man, he did "Tha Hall of Game"
Players rock the stage, while the ballers bang
Pretty ladies they hang, while you droppin them thangs
Non-stop rocka rocka rocka
When I get up they spot me
[Chorus]
G-A-M-E, spells game (since it started, I've been in it)
N-A-M-E, spells name (yeah that's me, don't forget it)
F-A-M-E, spells fame (whatever it takes, I'ma get it)
G-A-M-E, spells game (just pass me the rock, and watch me hit it)
[Kool Keith]
Peter Piper picked pickles, and Keith rocked rhymes
Move around get away you need to get game
In the pay game, give it up game
Still I flip a brain, in a powerful lane
Like a powerful train, you can't handle my pain
I put a stain on your name, leave you out in the rain
Let my photos remain, like the key yo
stuck to a keychain
Nothin but the net from the 3, chang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
Bobba-la-bang-bang
Shockin the ways, rockin them days
Sparkin 'em pays, yo!
Freeze, turn to 3's, on your knees
As free throws turn to bees
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
Break down the basslines, girls check your hangtime
Double dribble and fizzle, humble and fumble
If you go out, let it all hang
And sweat like a freebird on the 6th man
Don't get jealous, stop messin with my good name
I'm out here with sharp arts and a booty aim
Watchin the hall of game
The big show, got me insane
Threes to burn leave you in flame
Like chargin a freight train
Little game, or big game
Who's runnin the blitz game?
Triple double game
30 to 8 game, don't be late mayne
Yeah, Kool Keith, Diesel Truckers
Kutmasta Kurt, c'mon
It's real big, brand new, yeah
Trunk funk for the Jeeps, baby
Let's roll out, let's go
I'm that type of hyper five foot pro, you passin' dough
Check that on the low, can a animal go turn top ten?
Comin' back again, you slack again
When touch is on tightlin', clock like brightlin'
Rain on you, strike like Miami lightnin'
Pound for pound, round for round
Sound for sound, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat
Your girl get wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Particle flow, particle pro
Whether you know man how do you go
When do you grow, when do you know
Action, test 'em, move faster, you just met the best of
You can't come for lester, penalty getter, innovator
Over cat litter kickin' lever, you know I spent [Incomprehensible]
The abominator, the orchestrators, the verse dominators
I'll crush you haters
Prepare for the rough stuff, Terminator, X-terminator
Heavy grit on your turntables
The abominator, the orchestrators, the verse dominators
I'll crush you haters
Prepare for the rough stuff, Terminator, X-terminator
Heavy grit on your turntables
Rap gotta upgrade, get better, more clever
It's talented now, never, I heard the worst ever
Man with the personal music vendetta
What's old to me is new to you
I got a cue for you, the right neckercise I do for you
Can't help to explain, critics on the side
Your favorite talker, I don't sweat, everybody's gonna complain
If the publications don't, who will?
I never paid to see Wild Bill, I'm tired of R&B; changed to fill
The abominator, the orchestrators, the verse dominators
I'll crush you haters
Prepare for the rough stuff, Terminator, X-terminator
Heavy grit on your turntables
The abominator, the orchestrators, the verse dominators
I'll crush you haters
Prepare for the rough stuff, Terminator, X-terminator
Heavy grit on your turntables
Not impressed with what's out there
Your big hat was smothered
All that promotion don't reach me
Basically what you got, I don't care
Your scalp is dry
Everybody need Arrid Extra, under the arms
To cope with Sterling, flashin' off your charms
Relaxed by the nature pills, I'm on two calms
Sleep with the Calvin Klein silk pajams
Behind my pillow, Bath & Body works coconut lime
Gettin' rubbed on my arms, y'all ring the alarms
The abominator, the orchestrators, the verse dominators
I'll crush you haters
Prepare for the rough stuff, Terminator, X-terminator
Heavy grit on your turntables
The abominator, the orchestrators, the verse dominators
I'll crush you haters
Prepare for the rough stuff, Terminator, X-terminator
Heavy grit on your turntables
Heavy grit, heavy grit
Heavy grit on your turntables
Heavy grit, heavy grit
Heavy grit on your turntables
Kool Keith:
One of the greatest Italian restaurants.
I go here all the time.
Me and my wife.. we love this place.
Uh, lemme get my book outta my briefcase
To let you guys know how you're doing.
Oh, I love how your guys records.
You guys are hott! You just hot... aw.
We understand that you have a very big record on the
radio.
You guys are big now.
We paid millions of dollars for that slot.
We spent one million dollars.
We've rented aloot of anorexic girls to stand and grab
Guys and make you look very macho. We've rented titties
For your video. We've rented Bent Lees, we've rented a
Benz.
We rented basically everything to blow you guys out of
here.
And girls.. you too. We just can't cut a check right now.
I'm afraid we just can't cut a check. You haven't
recouped.
You don't have a stage show.
I mean I called Carroll Lewis, she can't use any of you
guys.
My suggestion is.. you keep your fucking jobs at 7-
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop it
My beat go scatter pole, while she flip and grab the pole
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, move it like a dump truck
Face get fixed up, niggaz get mixed up
Who's on the phone, now, who's that pickin' up?
Dark face, mask on, everybody's stickin' up
Everybody's quakin up, jewels start bakin' up
Come to the back and count to the back, lil' kids love that
I'll be the first to say if you butt sound whack
Long-faced bastard, nothin' you mastered
Any girl you talk to, walk and try to ask her
She don't want you think, nigga, what you faster
Tryin' to top me, never will you stop me
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop it
You're skilled in surgery, you dirty B, you got no courtesy
You birded B, you heard of me, impressively
You got no style and me I'm smilin' B, you whylin' B, I'm ballin' B
You silent G, I'm 'bout it B, you pout at me, you doubted me
What's yo' name black-ass? I'ma tame whack-ass
Make his beard grow, make him, make his beard grow
Make his beard grow, make him, make his beard grow
I'm on the corner sometimes, I'm on the corner with rhymes
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop it
You got your last chance, last man, I'ma start to laugh man
Sweat like a hot room, now, you gonna need a fan
Bust a verse for ten grand, bust a verse wit a man
Beginning to ending man, beginning to ending plan
Hustle the game, shuffle the game, my shoes scuffle the game
Kid average come around and they rhyme the same
The whore store get you caught up and burned up in flames
Flames, flames
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
I drop money down, now get that money, girl
