[p**** movie s** scene for the first 0:29]
[Kool Keith:]
The world gon' criticize, talk
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk
Inspect my s***, dissect my s***
Like the nurse takin samples of my urine bottles down to the hall
... I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball
These n***** can't be serious with flowers on they shorts
Playin volleyball
Oversaturated s*** on the street, I'm tired of y'all
With goo gobs, of applied s***
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot s***~?!
Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton
The b****** pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy
Baby f***** with niccarightus make those, 8 tons of fun's woman
That cook fit and lift dumptrucks become sleepy and lazy
Six quarter peas by yourself for weight loss programs in New York
Obesity m************ even Sam, know you're crazy
Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me
[p**** movie s** secen for the next 0:29]
[unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered]
CD's caters as these stanzas quantize this s***
Let daylight this document sunrise the s***
I love them sun visors when I spit
Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane s***
Saw the muzzle off, that n**** p*** on your pit
'Til he shake nervous
Watch him bark in the storeroom bear a frown worthless
Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck
b**** in the front, with them t****** out, shirtless
I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump
When I lay words down your a** jump
Like Mike from the foul line, ballers scrape the b****
Speakers don't make economical b******
Instantly Alpine, cell boost n*****
Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth
Look over your shoulder, can't flow n*****
in the maxi-coat, maybe mink
I can't wait to sport my s*** in front of basketball players
And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin a** with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father f*** it I'ma fire Casey
That's for Joe Jiggy, you sit on your a** with spider webs
Because you never made it pro niggy
[Kool Keith:]
The world gon' criticize, talk
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk
Inspect my s***, dissect my s***
Like the nurse takin samples of my urine bottles down to the hall
... I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball
These n***** can't be serious with flowers on they shorts
Playin volleyball
Oversaturated s*** on the street, I'm tired of y'all
With goo gobs, of applied s***
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot s***~?!
Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton
The b****** pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy
Baby f***** with niccarightus make those, 8 tons of fun's woman
That cook fit and lift dumptrucks become sleepy and lazy
Six quarter peas by yourself for weight loss programs in New York
Obesity m************ even Sam, know you're crazy
Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me
[p**** movie s** secen for the next 0:29]
[unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered]
CD's caters as these stanzas quantize this s***
Let daylight this document sunrise the s***
I love them sun visors when I spit
Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane s***
Saw the muzzle off, that n**** p*** on your pit
'Til he shake nervous
Watch him bark in the storeroom bear a frown worthless
Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck
b**** in the front, with them t****** out, shirtless
I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump
When I lay words down your a** jump
Like Mike from the foul line, ballers scrape the b****
Speakers don't make economical b******
Instantly Alpine, cell boost n*****
Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth
Look over your shoulder, can't flow n*****
in the maxi-coat, maybe mink
I can't wait to sport my s*** in front of basketball players
And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin a** with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father f*** it I'ma fire Casey
That's for Joe Jiggy, you sit on your a** with spider webs
Because you never made it pro niggy