[Kool Keith]
Yeah m***********.. that's right..
The m*********** in the house.. Kool Keith..
f*** all the bullshit, let's get to the real s***..
Yeah..
Your rhyme touch is soft kid
like a stripper's a** with a touch of plastic
Writin with a local style
talkin about competitive s*** you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug n****, you ain't bugged n****
I cut your b****-a** up, leave your legs under the rug n****
Who want the whiplash?
Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast
Me standin on the top of your tour bus
b***-naked with a f***** hockey mask
Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-Up glass
Don't you know I'm sick n****? Lick my d*** n****!
Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old dingy f***** up Bronx apartment
Don't p*** me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bullshit street argument
I don't care how hard you get
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin s***
You ain't stoppin s***, f*** that Batman and Robin s***
and what block you with
Kneel down, make a n**** like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain't no f***** fat cat
Chorus: Kool Keith
[sung] You never lived in the projects!
You ain't no drug dealer
*repeat Chorus 3X*
[Kool Keith]
Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
Carribean ruckus - with an Elvis wig
slap the p*** out of one of you untalented rap m************
Bodyguards won't work
with a 30-shot car bomb under my Dominican shirt
Submachine in the duffle bag
Watchin Sesame Street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert
With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat
Get Morris in your projects
and Jackson in a Madison Square Garden concert
Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network
The average guy, havin a product manager
and a female publicist wearin a f***** bulletproof vest
I got time for m************ actin like Elliot Ness
Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your f***** chest
Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress
I'm ready for more progress
Have your head sent home
and a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk
Extort like a mad n**** Western Union
You don't have a clue men how I get through men
*repeat Chorus 4X*
Yeah m***********.. that's right..
The m*********** in the house.. Kool Keith..
f*** all the bullshit, let's get to the real s***..
Yeah..
Your rhyme touch is soft kid
like a stripper's a** with a touch of plastic
Writin with a local style
talkin about competitive s*** you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug n****, you ain't bugged n****
I cut your b****-a** up, leave your legs under the rug n****
Who want the whiplash?
Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast
Me standin on the top of your tour bus
b***-naked with a f***** hockey mask
Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-Up glass
Don't you know I'm sick n****? Lick my d*** n****!
Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old dingy f***** up Bronx apartment
Don't p*** me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bullshit street argument
I don't care how hard you get
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin s***
You ain't stoppin s***, f*** that Batman and Robin s***
and what block you with
Kneel down, make a n**** like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain't no f***** fat cat
Chorus: Kool Keith
[sung] You never lived in the projects!
You ain't no drug dealer
*repeat Chorus 3X*
[Kool Keith]
Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
Carribean ruckus - with an Elvis wig
slap the p*** out of one of you untalented rap m************
Bodyguards won't work
with a 30-shot car bomb under my Dominican shirt
Submachine in the duffle bag
Watchin Sesame Street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert
With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat
Get Morris in your projects
and Jackson in a Madison Square Garden concert
Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network
The average guy, havin a product manager
and a female publicist wearin a f***** bulletproof vest
I got time for m************ actin like Elliot Ness
Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your f***** chest
Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress
I'm ready for more progress
Have your head sent home
and a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk
Extort like a mad n**** Western Union
You don't have a clue men how I get through men
*repeat Chorus 4X*