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[Kool Keith]
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Ladies and gentlemen, live from Detroit, Michigan, with a
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jam-packed crowd of 55,245 people, it's Kool Keith, the
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Rhythm X, with Godfather Don, at the St. Nichalous Arena
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with Lex Lugor and the man with many faces
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I'm like Billy Messenger, rhyme like a passenger
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Carrying packages, moving like a messenger
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On the street, you talk and you ask in the
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I'm coming out, where the hell is your manager?
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MC's in New York, everyone wack in the
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He's dance falling, take and pay all the cash in the
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Another check, spin the record too much and the
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Whole lotta junk turning hard on the radio
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Flop to flop, pop to pop
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MC's stop making tapes, cupcake the trues from
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Lose dumb, MC's try to battle and
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At the Lyracist Lounge, many scrounge and scrounge
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Take 'em back to the real shit, real legit
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Any rapper on a label should resign and quit
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MCA, Arista, Interscope, Jive, Columbia
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How could you let a scum be a
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Styling threat, style and bet, you'll regret
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I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson
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Wasting time with another wack act
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Making whoop and shoot should be doo doo on a pooper scoop
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I see the industry buggin', but they don't know no better
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I take one two three
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Looking at me, sounding like me
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Walking like me, clapping like me
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Stealing my style and even hardcore and keeping rapping like me
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I kick it, but they wait, handicapped standing on the side
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Looking like Shaggy and Scooby Doo trying to get through
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Styles they go one two three four five six seven eight-oh nine ten
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Eleven twelve thirteen, fourteen MC's try the mix with the kid
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That flaunts your style, come like Barney Rubble
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But a kid will have to open a box of tricks
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Lickity licky lick styles
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Next up the Godfather Don making his way against the Undertaker and
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the Ultimate Warrior. MC's take your seat for the next match, because
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there's the moment to miss. Wait til you see the twisting styles of
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the Godfather Don.
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[Godfather Don]
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I stick the styles, uplift my piles like masking tape
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You masturbate while your ass all blasted baked
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>From this endless onslaught like ??? court
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I'm on court with spawns that's born tortured
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Dismember, limbless winner
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Tims will stomp and send hymns to remember
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When you first got a peak at the esquisite lyric
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Ever visit a complete rapture
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Or see perhaps a need for rap disease
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The need to trak a often exonerated bombing I'm first to use
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I'm rated X, Rhythm, sprayed by techs given
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Your shit is wack, got execs quitting
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I'm shitting, it's getting morbid
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Poor kids with sore clits getting dicks with raw dick
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It's time to sever the heads of less than clever I bled
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To never ever tread the mess to sever
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Attacking to when I'm rapping disintigrating verbatim
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I chippy chop and I ate 'em but rate 'em I slayed 'em and baked 'em
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With an unleaded more higher to burner more
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In other words elevated weighted gets more
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Raw, for your example, I gets mad and middle
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Ran to venues when you couldn't add
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Dial, styles, styles
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[Kool Keith]
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Once again world champion leaders of the WBCS! Kool Keith, Rhythm X, and
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Godfather Don! Raking #1 overall champion over Lex Lugor.
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The family Beatnuts, Organized Konfusion
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Lex Lugor
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| The Cenobites |
