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Kool Keith
Yeah motherfker.. that's right..
The motherfker in the house.. Kool Keith..
fk all the bulls**t, let's get to the real s**t..
Yeah..
Your rhyme touch is soft kid
like a stripper's as* with a touch of plastic
Writin with a local style
talkin about competitive s**t you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug nigg*, you ain't bugged nigg*
I cut your b*tch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigg*
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 fkin hockey mask
Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-Up glass
Don't you know I'm sick nigg*? Lick my d*ck nigg*!
Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old dingy fked up Bronx apartment
Don't pi*s me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bulls**t street argument
I don't care how hard you get
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin s**t
You ain't stoppin s**t, fk that Batman and Robin s**t
and what block you with
Kneel down, make a nigg* like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain't no fkin 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 pi*s out of one of you untalented rap motherfkers
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 fkin bulletproof vest
I got time for motherfkers actin like Elliot Ness
Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your fkin 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 nigg* Western Union
You don't have a clue men how I get through men
*repeat Chorus 4X*