Chorus: Kool Keith

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[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

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[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