[Kool Keith: slowed down]
The Commi$$ioner
The m*********** Commi$$ioner
Again~!
I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant
with rat t***s on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf
n***** like y'all scared of the dark, I told you
You won't close the door and grab a roll of s*** by yourself
And blaze your a****** with two logs of fire
when you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches
Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up
On your a** like a horse you felt this
like the b**p over your eye become a cyst
Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck
watch on they arm is on my s***list
I send a gorilla to put his c*** up your a**
You don't forget this
Your favorite top MC carry my d*** when I p***
It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris
The public, the l******s got to kiss
[Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets]
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f*** it
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f*** IT!
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f*** IT~!
[Kool Keith: slowed down]
n**** I called this rhymin exercise
The city think you're good, but I'ma s*** in your eyes
Wipe my a** with your face
I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya b******
With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach
That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk
These guys comin with that bullshit
I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the f*** up
Close the door behind you make up your mind
I don't wanna hear that no talk
That cartoon s*** you spit that clogged the city of New York
Yes man, hover when you pop a cork
With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork
Tennis racket n***** don't need to f*** with this rap sport
I'm closer than you think, b***crack in the telescope
Get your picture off the result
MC's better practice they s*** cause I'm hella dope
[Chorus]
The Commi$$ioner
The m*********** Commi$$ioner
Again~!
I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant
with rat t***s on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf
n***** like y'all scared of the dark, I told you
You won't close the door and grab a roll of s*** by yourself
And blaze your a****** with two logs of fire
when you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches
Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up
On your a** like a horse you felt this
like the b**p over your eye become a cyst
Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck
watch on they arm is on my s***list
I send a gorilla to put his c*** up your a**
You don't forget this
Your favorite top MC carry my d*** when I p***
It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris
The public, the l******s got to kiss
[Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets]
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f*** it
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f*** IT!
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f*** IT~!
[Kool Keith: slowed down]
n**** I called this rhymin exercise
The city think you're good, but I'ma s*** in your eyes
Wipe my a** with your face
I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya b******
With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach
That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk
These guys comin with that bullshit
I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the f*** up
Close the door behind you make up your mind
I don't wanna hear that no talk
That cartoon s*** you spit that clogged the city of New York
Yes man, hover when you pop a cork
With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork
Tennis racket n***** don't need to f*** with this rap sport
I'm closer than you think, b***crack in the telescope
Get your picture off the result
MC's better practice they s*** cause I'm hella dope
[Chorus]