Keyboard Kid - O.K. lyrics

Hey Yo, It's bigger than hip-hop mayne South side shroom's in a ziplock mayne Hit the lane [?] my chain All of them notable elements Look at my evidence - proof! Venison to your irrelevance - poof! Higher than tenement roofs Elegant truths, self-evident Go A's, go elephants Flow so genetian prescient Guess again Never been lesser than any man Get a friend, tell 'em to mess with my lesson plan teach (heh) Church, preach! Earth's gods First laughs last first, feel me? See me in first cla** Breathin the purp, pa** Headin believe in a church of a different call I'm of a different mind My light got a different shine Hype from the first gun shot to the finish line 500 eyes couldn't vision my- My vision high How you be livin'? I- Be livin' high Up in the sky like a ribbon, I- Be takin' what I have been givin' and givin' it back See it refract Speech is a a- Hear it- Now- See how- What- How you react? (heh) My spirit is housed in these raps See me I'm housin' these cats They be like 'how he do that?' I don't even know man, dog I just rap Plus I wrote a book, you pro'lly need to cop that Let your boy cook, he ain't need to stop [?] Hit your left hook, you feel the need to side track (heh) Get your sh** took when you see the car black I don't even need all that (heh) Hey look My name is Kool A.D. and I rap and I'm a pacifist You couldn't see me in Iraq Unless you flew me out and gave me 3 to 5 stacks Plus 3 to 5 stacks for my DJ too Plus, um, put me on the bill with, like, DJ Clue See me on the freeway, blue, off a blue And a white and a couple White Owls for the night Wild for a night and a day and a half Look at how I say [?] What I say in my raps I don't play in my rap (heh) Hey yo Artisan embroideries man (look, look, look) Wild upholsteries Ghostly voiceovers in menageries Poppy fields, trellises, and cashmere Rosemary, incense, candles Apples, cash in the pa**port Apollonian winds, Avalon Solid gold chariots Songs written in, um, Aramaic A bundle of rosary, algebraic Ovary-fertilizer d**h to false idols and purge-ifiers Candelabras swinging in tandem over tantric operas Lampin' in Sanskrit hot tubs Chanting, panting and pantless Planting enchanted gra**es Incanting and dancing backwards Whipping through Tennessee Drinking Hennessy Sipping on Hennessy Gripping on lettuce sipping on Tetras[?] Flipping on tennis, watching a match or two Walkin' on avenues, lookit- Um-look at how, um, my words speak platitudes[?] Manifest and amplifies in magnitude I'm doin' things Said a coupe times I'm like 2Pac And now I'm not mad at you Dude, I, uh, come through in the thing With the thing or two in the thing Yeah, you know, doin' it mayne (heh) I'm doin' it mayne See me makin' moves in the game Showin' improvement and whatnot Dog I'm so punk rock Plus I got d**, dog What you need man? What, pot? Dust. What? Dust? Cops? What? Pot? Dust? Drugs? Nah! Runts on the rungs of the fire escape Consider all the mythical aspects of privacy The TV eye, the chest heavin' against the flesh of the evenin' The bee stings​ [?], poison ivy league, piracy The driver see Right behind these irises Young [?] Cardiac ma**euse, showin' proof