[Kool Keith]
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Bobbito's in the house!
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I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin the real shit
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Y'know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
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All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit
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I'm not with that..
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Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X -- the man
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I'ma show you how to get wreck
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The right way, not the wrong way
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Watch me when I do this, pay attention
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Check it out
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Shut up! Step back! That picky-packy-wacky rap
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Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
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In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
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I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz
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Make you think you swimmin like that homey Mark Spitz
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How can you put up a fox, against an ALLIGATOR
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I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or Later
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I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
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Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
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I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka
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Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
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I make MC's go, "Heyy hoe heyy hoe"
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Look at me now, whassup? HEY JOE!
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You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood
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Perpetratin wild when you're comin from NO hood
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I wipe your style like doo doo, when I beat ya
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Treat ya like an old Bible rhyme in school, teach ya
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Like my son, did your mother tell you?
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Pee pee's on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?
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You know me, I know you, you droppin lyrics
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on the record that's spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back
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I rock styles on top, another Funky child
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I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
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You better go off and think, cause I'm your father
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Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (5X)
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Check it! One two, you don't wanna step to
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crazy psycho patient from the Bronx, comin at you
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I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex
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Bust my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X
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People know they wack, in fact, I'm comin back black
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Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
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You say you good with the mic, man I wonder why
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You think I'm sleepin? But y'all was gone beddy-bye
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Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
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Everywhere I go hoe, never ridin I walk
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You think you fly and don't try, yo lick the penis B
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I ride a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see
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Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out
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Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out
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Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
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The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go down
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I make you quit rap, and try to get with Bobby Brown
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Slide and glide, Boogie Down like James Brown
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Never will I say I, watch me when I do that
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When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?"
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I know my tongue is long just like a lizard
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Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard
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I know you breakin your neck, to hear the X stuff
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Back to burn, yo Sam, yo ain't the X rough
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I look at millions of groups and tell em get back
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Yo black, go back, step back, you're wack (4X)
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Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
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You rappers been played like suede Puma's, yo bust it
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I kick a style so rugged, they're makin ? wet
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Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
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Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus
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Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
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I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be
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I make you cry kid, cover your face to me
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I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti LaBelle
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My job is easy when I'm draggin em down to hell
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You know my story when I'm throwin you off the cliff
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Them jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif
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I see these suckers better find another game plan
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I never heard of you stupid! What's your name man?
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Don't try to come back, we cut your hair bald B
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Jump on my tip, when you're takin a fall G
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You see the style is mine, but can the X flow?
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I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show
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Kick it when I feel it, the X style reveal it
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Don't try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track
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I give you more than some comp, I give you no SLACK
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People know I wreck, did that kid - get the message?
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