[Kool Keith]
I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll pull steel
Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack n***as when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put n***as in fear, the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around n***as collars
Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put em in a stash
Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do
Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with sh** the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to f**in split
Business ain't straight in glamour world, f**in hellgate
All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plate
Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 3X)
I get personal, direct, straight, (I) bring it forward
(Where?) .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
For everybody a problem manager
30% get my photo session ready, songs to the f**in president
I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin all that brain-walkin
Up with hit records on feet, in the f**in rain
Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
This sh** flop first, and now it's time that you work this
s** my a**, we pa** on acts if you think they good
n***as ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your spirits down, samples now you have to clear it
n***as talkin sh** like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one f**in ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your f**in breath
You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new sh**, mental secrets for yo' a**crack
Let me get real, before that a** breach that contract
I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget
Don't try to hide behind that f**in mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the sh** in the gra** now
Chorus
[Kool Keith]
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob'
Extortion is over, I co*k back, you lose your f**in job
Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind
With child support, I drag your coffins in the court
We even Steven, f** that, my time and rent is short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever sh**, f** it man, go 'head lie
I wake up six o'clock with triggers co*ked every morning
I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke
I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls
Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)
I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)
[Kool Keith]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some f**in hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don't give a f**
His sh** is wack, their sh** is wack
That sh** is wack over there
Ain't nuttin f**in movin
Get some f**in bullets on the f**in charts
f** that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)