[Kool Keith:]
(Everybody know that) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that s***) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that)
Little kids get scared
I smack the s*** out of a monster when I devour
That's why I s*** on Austin Powers
Watch n***** get souped up and comfortable like the Plymouth Prowler
No homerun b******s, I line up everybody like a fouler
Like they mix baking soda and pasta
Only thing these m************ touch, is Tide and soap powder
(f***** soap powder!) Microphone perpetration I see through
I want my vocals up louder
b**** I write some verses with high octane curses
Popeye and Kentuck' sponsor
I turned down deals with Church's
Y'all f***** up cause the Colonel made the purchase
I can't no longer support 50 thousand MC's, homeless and worthless
The s*** department, I thought you was a delivery
Packagin, I put you in charge, alright supervisin p***
My messages get across state to state when I shift doo-doo
out on freight, I take a break
Laugh at you a*******, with club soda and lemon cake
Listen close, examine is that the star flow?
While you talkin baboon s*** on the radio
I cancelled seein ducks at the magic show
I know some Mexicans that s*** through, the custom sunroof
b***-naked in Barstow
With bloodhounds on the back of the graffiti Air Force Nikes
That bark low, remember you f***** with somebody pro
I shake the p*** off my d***, on your album intro
Next time you tell the engineer to bring it in slow
Toy-a** n*****, I been past n*****
Test crash dummies, I know people that work with these, crash n*****
For the last 6,008 months I've been hearin trash n*****
With f***** up paparazzis
That think they clownin big-head m************
Hot v*****s under they crotch
I like when they bullshit on the mic, and play hopscotch
Touch the controls, adjust your platinum and gold
Put the c**e all up in your f***** nose
Don't sleep you better take that No-Doz
Ain't no m*********** pushin kilos
Ask the m*********** next to you, he knows
Raggy-aggy, wear your pants baggy
In front of your used Jaggy
You ain't 24 track you still macky
Opposite dress that's tacky
Y'all f***** with Jonathan Braggy
Basket of bread you grabby
Your f***** sides are overweight, can't come in here lookin stupid and flabby
LYRICAL KING~! (lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING~! (y'all know, lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING~! m********* it
[voice lowered:]
Lyrical king
You know the lyrical king when you see him
I don't have to reveal myself to m************ nowhere ever
When I walk in the room, you rip your m*********** papers up
You shut the studio time down
You get that m*********** out the booth
You tell that n**** he's whack
You let m************ know, who's in the m*********** back
You serve that coffee, you serve that tea
You let a m*********** know he's comin out the f***** teepee
f*** you m************, and all you whack-a** m************
You know who the m*********** lyrical, m*********** king is!
Suck the dillz
(Everybody know that) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that s***) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that)
Little kids get scared
I smack the s*** out of a monster when I devour
That's why I s*** on Austin Powers
Watch n***** get souped up and comfortable like the Plymouth Prowler
No homerun b******s, I line up everybody like a fouler
Like they mix baking soda and pasta
Only thing these m************ touch, is Tide and soap powder
(f***** soap powder!) Microphone perpetration I see through
I want my vocals up louder
b**** I write some verses with high octane curses
Popeye and Kentuck' sponsor
I turned down deals with Church's
Y'all f***** up cause the Colonel made the purchase
I can't no longer support 50 thousand MC's, homeless and worthless
The s*** department, I thought you was a delivery
Packagin, I put you in charge, alright supervisin p***
My messages get across state to state when I shift doo-doo
out on freight, I take a break
Laugh at you a*******, with club soda and lemon cake
Listen close, examine is that the star flow?
While you talkin baboon s*** on the radio
I cancelled seein ducks at the magic show
I know some Mexicans that s*** through, the custom sunroof
b***-naked in Barstow
With bloodhounds on the back of the graffiti Air Force Nikes
That bark low, remember you f***** with somebody pro
I shake the p*** off my d***, on your album intro
Next time you tell the engineer to bring it in slow
Toy-a** n*****, I been past n*****
Test crash dummies, I know people that work with these, crash n*****
For the last 6,008 months I've been hearin trash n*****
With f***** up paparazzis
That think they clownin big-head m************
Hot v*****s under they crotch
I like when they bullshit on the mic, and play hopscotch
Touch the controls, adjust your platinum and gold
Put the c**e all up in your f***** nose
Don't sleep you better take that No-Doz
Ain't no m*********** pushin kilos
Ask the m*********** next to you, he knows
Raggy-aggy, wear your pants baggy
In front of your used Jaggy
You ain't 24 track you still macky
Opposite dress that's tacky
Y'all f***** with Jonathan Braggy
Basket of bread you grabby
Your f***** sides are overweight, can't come in here lookin stupid and flabby
LYRICAL KING~! (lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING~! (y'all know, lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING~! m********* it
[voice lowered:]
Lyrical king
You know the lyrical king when you see him
I don't have to reveal myself to m************ nowhere ever
When I walk in the room, you rip your m*********** papers up
You shut the studio time down
You get that m*********** out the booth
You tell that n**** he's whack
You let m************ know, who's in the m*********** back
You serve that coffee, you serve that tea
You let a m*********** know he's comin out the f***** teepee
f*** you m************, and all you whack-a** m************
You know who the m*********** lyrical, m*********** king is!
Suck the dillz