[Kool Keith]
They try to say California is plastic
I think New York got the most plastic n***as too
f** all you n***as comin out to the Soul Train Awards
With them pop a** headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears
That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition sh**
That's some old REAL Michael Jackson sh**
I'm comin with Crazy Vic
Let me hear you tryin to copy my sh**
f** the impact eventually
Cause there's a lot of corny n***as performin out there
Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare
What the f** do I care?
n***as with they a** out
Groupies in cheap motels tryin to f** and crash out
Motherf**ers ain't networkin
Strippers checkin in - motherf**ers on motorcycles
Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em
Bringin mad sh** from down South
Big after-parties I'mma turn my phone off
I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-f**in-body, arrogant ba*tard
No commercial sh**, break your neck, s** my dick in the world
f** the critics everything I make is a hit
f** you applehead motherf**ers tryin to make some old
Carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard sh**
Hip-Hop sh**, that's some old Broadway musical sh**
I don't even listen to that cartoon sh**
Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my f**in life
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Shut up; listen to my sh** cause yo' ca**ette single is gay
Writin that bullsh** I hear on the radio by these h*mo n***as everyday
bu*ter soft sissy sh**
I got the real tell it like it is pissy sh**
Yo' sh** is some fake-a** gorilla code sh**
White suits mansion yachts scared-a** n***a
Doin videos buyin models on some boat sh**
I tell you straight G I can't f** with it
Girls still messin with you; your sh** is wack
Any b**h in they right mind shouldn't have s** wit you
Rusty n***a that don't use soap
I f** around, and piss all over your leather f*ggot-a** trenchcoat
Don't ever act hardcore
Youse a suburban n***a, you get serviced n***a
You never even been in a f**in street fight
Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype
Kiss my a**, nobody picked up the f**in mic
Untalented b**h like you some wild a**
Inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?
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Then I really disrespect all production out there
That bullsh** n***as programmin, f** Johnny Hammond
Sonny Stitch, that sh** ain't gettin you rich
Just a packed crowd, low b**hes, a bunch of f**in dicks
I'd rather see some a**, a nice club with a fat a**
And all you motherf**ers actin like you Jamaican
American to the core, copyin that sh** on tour
Y'all n***as be against speakers with your ears sore
Stank a** boots with no socks on, f**in up the dancefloor
Since when you ate codfish and meat patties?
I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies
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