H-Bomb - Lyrical Magic lyrics

[Kool Keith] Yeah, 7th Vail (7th Vail) Kool Keith, the prince of New York My man... H-Bomb Like no other My breed is no other The world fashion instructor New wave gator conductor My name written on the back of your hiphuggers Gotta handle that flashes Adjust my speed shutter Futuristic vocalist, Kool Keith I'm pro at this I'm too high up in the sky Many are lower at this Girls look out the colossal windows It's on when the wind blows Scroll through your bank accounts, I'm not a pimp You wanna give me your pocketbook I'm not a violatin guy, I'm not a pocket crook The empire of all this People say what kinda style you call this My sparkle shine, it's all wrist (uh-huh, it's all wrist) [Chorus - singer] Your girlfriend got in me mayn She been givin me brains There's no shame in her game But you should be ashamed (I'm the prince of New York) You see I'm runnin thangs Got diamond rings and chains See I move in big ways I like the finer thangs (I'm the prince of New York) [H-Bomb a.k.a. Jacky Jaspers] From age 14 I been walkin this talk f** Bill Cosby, I'm with the prince of New York In ninety-four, {?} play with Eric B Left {?} for the West coast from Jersey And that's the time where about Big and 'Pac The time on the mic, n***as had to rock Don't cuss the Lord cause he had blessed Some distressed from the shine on the chest The men remain, many get slain Flipped perks for personal gain, money woodgrain I changed the code, I save a load I've crossed the road and L.A. showed The flyest chicks, the dopest whips The cush is the sh**, out of town is flipped Your hustle stopped cause you can not Do what I do so you chill with a half knot [Chorus] [Kool Keith] The National Enquirer, tornado mister Essence Magazine You the model with the nice legs in sister to sister You got a little resume with Mannie Fresh So you worked a couple of videos For Mario Winans and Tung Twista Who's your contact? And who should I call back? Turn around girl, all I see is a winegla** shape It's nice right there, the thong gets lost I see all back I'm tellin your man, I'm all that The industry bore me, y'all all whack I created Hustler, I ball back When I shop, I'm all back [Chorus]