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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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Yo yo yo 
Worldwide  worldwide 
Cool Keith in Bronx housing 
Ninety nine  2000 
As we get biz  yeah 
I'ma let you have it 
Let's do this 

Yo my life is clientele while pro people talk about me 
Cut empty pocket  shark faces like electric sockets 
Sideburns with afro  nasty pro  throw like Rollo 
In Wells Fargo  cashin' checks while you tryin to borrow 
My game is cut through  plastic come, we can see through 
disco music, jazz loops, I ain't tryin' to be you 
Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design 
My head is on right 
Back up kid you wasn't born right 
Playin' center I block your wack raps like Bill Cartwright 
Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds 
All MC groups will be cartoons like Mother Goose 
No joke I bust back 
Kid for real, watch your buttcrack 
Entourages, movin' neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers 
Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages 
Cadillac spin, open magazines, Vibe again 
You're jealous stare lickin', paws like you're Rin-Tin-Tin 
I'm back again, I stop your programs like Gentle Ben 
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) 

[Chorus: x4] 
I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil 
School today! Grown man, I don't play 

Back up the turnpike, watch Mad Max turn into you 
Get gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin' through you 
I come to boo you, best believe, I'm a damager 
Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager 
Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the Elephant Man 
Look through my records analyze me like I'm Michael Jackson 
Collect my vinyl DJ moves spinnin' on my wax and 
groupies in line, camera flashes, I don't need the action 
Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in Modell's 
while y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin L's 
CD's get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt it 
I turn on others, light up this, when I'm cookin' muffins 
That's on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my Ampex reels 
Pay for studio time, droppin' verse with dope words 
I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve 
Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business 
That's if you with this, yo Craig, there will be no witness 
I'm comin' through with Bronx Crew, a black, boo-ba-babboon 
Tecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockin' 
Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. yeah..) 

[Chorus] 

Yo, what are you doin' lookin' in my closet? 
Why are you tryin' to try on my sneakers? 
Stop lookin' around in my kitchen 
That's right it's Honeycomb up there, raviolis 
Everything a regular man eats 
I'm not the Elephant Man, whassup? 

You don't scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair 
Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at Madison Square 
With security, you can't call the Secret Service 
Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin' agent nervous 
Backstage passes special units break your Fendi glasses 
Cancel your flights, Town Car, see me in the brown car 
Rip up your passport, I follow you through Kennedy airport 
Lock up the gates, town seize up, like Norman Bates 
Book Hotel Niko change my face up, in Puerto Rico 
Julio Gongado bumpin' beats, in a El Dorado 
I'm movin' swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly 
Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season 
That's the reason I'll be easin', eatin' cheese and 
that's right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..) 

[Chorus] 

Yeah, that's right, watch your backpacks 
For the nine-nine to the 2000 
From Bronx Housing 
Housing

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