In Your Face

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 when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put in fear, the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around 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 s**t the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to fkin split
Business ain't straight in glamour world, fkin 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 r*ctum 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 fkin president
I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin
up with hit records on feet, in the fkin 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
ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it
talkin s**t like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one fkin ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your fkin breath
You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new s**t, mental secrets for yo' asscrack
Let me get real, before that as* breach that contract
I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget
Don't try to hide behind that fkin mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the s**t in the grass now

Chorus

Kool Keith
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob'
Extortion is over, I c*ck back, you lose your fkin 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, fk 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 s**t, fk it man, go 'head lie
I wake up six o'clock with triggers c*cked 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 fkin hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don't give a fk
His s**t is wack, their s**t is wack
That s**t is wack over there
Ain't nuttin fkin movin
Get some fkin bullets on the fkin charts
fk that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)