[Kool Keith]
Ladies and gentlemen, live from Detroit, Michigan, with a
Jam-packed crowd of 55,245 people, it's Kool Keith, the
Rhythm X, with Godfather Don, at the St. Nichalous Arena
With Lex Lugor and the man with many faces
I'm like Billy Messenger, rhyme like a pa**enger
Carrying packages, moving like a messenger
On the street, you talk and you ask in the
I'm coming out, where the hell is your manager?
MC's in New York, everyone wack in the
He's dance falling, take and pay all the cash in the
Another check, spin the record too much and the
Whole lotta junk turning hard on the radio
Flop to flop, pop to pop
MC's stop making tapes, cupcakes to choose from
Lose dumb, MC's try to battle and
At the Lyricist Lounge, many scrounge and scrounge
Take 'em back to the real sh**, real legit
Any rapper on a label should resign and quit
MCA, Arista, Interscope, Jive, Columbia
How could you let a scum be a
Styling threat, style and bet, you'll regret
I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson
Wasting time with another wack act
Making whoop and shoot should be doo doo on a pooper scoop
I see the industry buggin', but they don't know no better
I take one two three
Looking at me, sounding like me
Walking like me, clapping like me
Stealing my style and even hardcore even rapping like me
I kick it, but they wait, handicapped standing on the side
Looking like Shaggy and Scooby Doo trying to get through
Styles they go one two three four five six seven eight-oh nine ten
Eleven twelve thirteen, fourteen MC's try the mix with the kid
That thwats your style, come like Barney Rubble
But a kid will have to open a box of tricks
Lickity licky lick styles
Next up the Godfather Don making his way against the Undertaker and
The Ultimate Warrior. MC's take your seat for the next match, because
There's the moment to miss. Wait til you see the twisting styles of
The Godfather Don
[Godfather Don]
I stick the styles, uplift my piles like masking tape
You masturbate while your a** all blast and baked
]From endless onslaught like Pomport
I'm on court with spawns that's born tortured
Dismember, limbs-less winner
Tims will stomp and send hymns to remember
When you first got a peek at the esquisite lyric
Ever visit a complete rapture
Or see perhaps a need for rap disease
The need to track the often exonerated bombing I'm first to use
Glomerated X, Rhythm, sprayed by techs given
Your sh** is wack, got execs quitting
I'm sh**ting, it's getting morbid
Poor kids with sore clits getting dicks with raw dick
It's time to sever the heads of less than clever I bled
To never ever tread the mess to sever
Attacking to when I'm rapping disintegrating verbatim
I chippy chop and I ate 'em but rate 'em I slayed 'em and baked 'em
With an unleaded more higher temper-ature
In other words elevated weighted gets more
Raw, for your example, I gets mad and middle
Ran to venues when you couldn't add
Dial, styles, styles
[Kool Keith]
Once again world champion leaders of the WBCS! Kool Keith, Rhythm X, and
Godfather Don! Raking #1 overall champion over Lex Lugor
The family Beatnuts, Organized Konfusion