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(singing:UHUHUH!)
(Gunshots)
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Ced Gee:
Check out this rap beat
(Repeat 3x:YING HO!)
Kool Keith:
I turn my radio on, than turn it off
Cause rappers are gettin' wack now, I'm commin' back now
Step aside and hear from Rhythm X now, but not later I'm totally awsome
And brain damage, I totally caused them
Doo Doo on the microphone, I'm passing tissue
Blow up my new style, and bust the issue
While rappers get a ticket and form a line doe, but they can't see my thoughts are hard to find doe
As I step back and urinate on MC's, awww I have to shake off my "pee pee"
As you get dumb, your fifth mind gets sleepy
Now dont you jock, and here's a number to beep me
One at a time, get your papers and pens out
Rappers with contacts, I'm pullin' your lens out
Rectum out, any hole I check dem out
Stabbing your brain with a nice sharp rhyme, but can't hang and further wasting time
And that video, commin' out on the radio
Wacky though, screamin' hard and silly though
What can I say, when I'm hearin' your wack tape
I copy, or duplicate, and how 'bout a remake
Remix, refix, regroup, resound, rewind
Take it out of my tape deck, cause I'm not impressed with the dutie you makinHollerin', screamin', steady shoutin' your lungs out
Who cares, you sound stupid and bugged out
With that same concepts, same rhyme, same style
Look in the mirror, and listen close for a while
As I flow, change my rhythm and show
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, MC's
The miracle, dope and hype, that political not your type
Rappers beware, Watch Your Back
(Chorus repeat 3x: YING HO!)
(Kool Keith)
As I sneak up a step two, walk and suprize you
Look on stage and see the X behind you
Rappers know the deal, they makin' toy money
Doin' promo, gigs for little boy money
I know the game, but they tryin' to flex though
The can't fool, the betterin' Rhythm X though
Cause I'm tour, tourin' Europe and Denmark
While you in New York, bitin' hard on my pen mark
Copyin' rhymes, tryin' to be like Kool Keith
I'll battle myself, now tell me is that cool chief
While I lay calm, collect my cash from Polygram
I treat MC's, like a girl with a diaphram
No time for happy rhymes, dancin' and stinkinYou'll never know what the X'll be thinkinWhile I move quick though, to find me a victo
Posse of rappers, watch me show 'em who's slick though
Give 'em my old style, switch and than complicate it
How many brains are smart enough to reduplicate it
You can't think striaght, and she can't see straight
Look in the toilet, I'll bet you both can't pee straight
Girl rapper 1, male solo 2, look at the odds and bring a group and a crew
Cause I'm ready, runnin' hot like a thorough bread
But you can't win, and beat the X with an arrow head
Cause I ride around and check MC's like detectives
Look at my fouls, check the other perspectives
While I get a pen and mark an X on a wack list
X on popcharts, and some on blacklists
Many wanna perpatrate, your crossin' over
Soundin' like babyface, yo flip 'em rover
But I don't sing, and on a song like pebbles
Acontradict, and talk stupid like rebels
Tell me somethin', did you clock at the right time?
Cause I get deppressed, and hit MC's with the right rhyme
Look at you buggin', get me down with a fantasie
Gangsta mac, yo probably lookin' at politics
Circus clown, prostitutes on stage
Watch Your Back
(Chorus Repeat 2x)
(Kool Keith)
See I'ma pluck your card, you ain't sellinPromotion and billboards, who you tellinHype as the hypest, as hype as you can get
You still wack, don't try to lie to me black
So what you get jerked, stupid pictures and word up
But I like a compasit, "pee pee" on them and tear 'em up
? please, Im on my ?
I read for education, and metaphor, who cares who not I'd rather stay on the ground
Cause money is green, and truth is the funky sound
Don't even bother tryin' to gossip and diss me
Cause I'mma get mad and throw a rhyme and a stunt gun
And shock up your brain, and show your baby I got one
Beware, I'm stashin' piece like a scrambler
The hypest, dopest, the metaphor gambler
As I move, checkmate, and tap on a time clock
My rhythm is flowin', stupid fast and a rhyme ?
But you look dumb, stupid, silly and fool boy
You better go back, take your rhymes to school boy
Learn to stop, Jock it a while, bite it a while
See the X on his capitols, Check it out
Take the mic on stage, What You Back
(Chorus repeat 4x)
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