[Kool Keith]
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Yo yo yo
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Worldwide, worldwide
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Kool Keith in Bronx housing
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Ninety-nine, 2000
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As we get biz, yeah
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I'ma let you have it
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Let's do this
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Yo, my life is clientele, while pro people talk about me
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Cut empty pocket, shark faces like electric sockets
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Sideburns with afro, nasty pro, throw like Rollo
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In Wells Fargo, cashin checks while you tryin to borrow
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My game is cut through, plastic come, we can see through
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disco music, jazz loops, I ain't tryin to be you
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Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design
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My head is on right
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Back up kid you wasn't born right
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Playin center I block your wack raps like Bill Cartwright
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Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds
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All MC groups will be cartoons like Mother Goose
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No joke I bust back
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Kid for real, watch your buttcrack
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Entourages, movin neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers
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Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages
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Cadillac spin, open magazines, Vibe again
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You're jealous stare lickin, paws like you're Rin-Tin-Tin
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I'm back again, I stop your programs like Gentle Ben
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Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)
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Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
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I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil
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School today! Grown man, I don't play
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[Kool Keith]
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Back up the turnpike, watch Mad Max turn into you
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Get gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin through you
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I come to boo you, best believe, I'm a damager
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Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager
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Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the Elephant Man
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Look through my records analyze me like I'm Michael Jackson
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Collect my vinyl DJ moves spinnin on my wax and
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groupies in line, camera flashes, I don't need the action
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Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in Modell's
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while y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin L's
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CD's get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt it
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I turn on others, light up this, when I'm cookin muffins
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That's on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my Ampex reels
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Pay for studio time, droppin verse with dope words
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I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve
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Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business
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That's if you with this, yo Craig, there will be no witness
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I'm comin through with Bronx Crew, a black, boo-ba-babboon
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Tecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockin
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Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)
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Chorus
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[Kool Keith]
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Yo, what are you doin lookin in my closet?
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Why are you tryin to try on my sneakers?
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Stop lookin around in my kitchen
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That's right it's Honeycomb up there, raviolis
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Everything a regular man eats
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I'm not the Elephant Man, whassup?
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You don't scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair
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Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at Madison Square
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With security, you can't call the Secret Service
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Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin agent nervous
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Backstage passes special units break your Fendi glasses
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Cancel your flights, Town Car, see me in the brown car
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Rip up your passport, I follow you through Kennedy airport
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Lock up the gates, town seize up, like Norman Bates
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Book Hotel Niko change my face up, in Puerto Rico
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Julio Gongado bumpin beats, in a El Dorado
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I'm movin swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly
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Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season
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That's the reason I'll be easin, eatin cheese and
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that's right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..)
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Chorus
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Yeah, that's right, watch your backpacks
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For the nine-nine to the 2000
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From Bronx Housing
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Housing..
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I Don't Play
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| Kool Keith |
