Keith Turbo

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Kool Keith

Keith Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper from The Bronx, New York. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MCs, Kool Keith has recorded prolifically both as a solo artist and in group collaborations. Kool Keith is the self-proclaimed inventor of horrorcore, and is generally considered to be one of hip-hop's most eccentric and unusual personalities. more »

Year:

1999

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New York City! (Keith Turbo) 
You're listening to the number one 
The one and only (Keith Turbo) 
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo 
Pontiac  GTO 
That's right  we do it like that 
Keith Turbo  the new man 
Here we go 

Move in close range  with the ARTCC 
Air Route Traffic Control Center 
I freeze MC's at maximum degrees 
??  from the street when I ripped apartments 
And the Corman suites 
Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace 
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet 
Turbo, jets in the cockpit 
You flock with weak kids on the block with 
For protection, I'll ruin your whole section 
For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all 
Attack ya like roaches 
Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport 
Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance 
Runaway 18-L, pilot one, change in your slot 
Number two you're through, dischargin' your battery 
Stop rappin' to me 
New York City's number one MC, that's real G 
Who's that kid be	? Passengers are in position 
Change your whole vision 
Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks 
Take off your shirt I see your ribs 
Fakin' like you Tommy Gibbs 
Technology program, you used to know 
I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right 

Pontiac, GTO 
Pontiac, GTO 
Pontiac, GTO 
Pontiac, GTO 
Man 
I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls 
That's right 
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerrillas] 
It's all Turbo 
Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet 
Let me show these kids what to do 

RPM six hundred pound gorillas, twenty two not hot 
Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks 
Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people 
Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse 
Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks 
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars 
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents 
Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin' you a lesson 
False representation'll leave y'all sweatin' in the train station 
Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura 
That's why I laugh at ya 
Like a anorexic model on the crack bottle 
Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network 
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt 
Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities 
Financial trainin' on the campus 
Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis 
Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency 
Don't mess with me 

Pontiac, GTO 
Pontiac, GTO 
Pontiac, GTO 
Pontiac, GTO 

That's right y'all, it's all about NASA 
When I ride around in my NASCAR 
Don't think I'm Richard Petty, or Bobby Unser 
Or even Al Unser, it's all Indy 500 when I run around 
You know it, I come with the fluid like Jackie Stewart

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