Kool Keith - Knock On The Door lyrics

[p**no movie s** scene for the first 0:29] [Kool Keith:] The world gon' criticize, talk Lean over with a trenchcoat Cross they arm like Peter Falk Inspect my sh**, dissect my sh** Like the nurse takin samples of my urine bottles down to the hall ... I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball These n***az can't be serious with flowers on they shorts Playin volleyball Oversaturated sh** on the street, I'm tired of y'all With goo gobs, of applied sh** That's that in-house spit Oh you on some gangster shot sh**~?! Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton The b**hes pry for IHOP-pers Elephants with baby fat jackets Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy Baby f**in with niccarightus make those, 8 tons of fun's woman That cook fit and lift dumptrucks become sleepy and lazy Six quarter peas by yourself for weight loss programs in New York Obesity motherf**ers even Sam, know you're crazy Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me [p**no movie s** secen for the next 0:29] [unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered] CD's caters as these stanzas quantize this sh** Let daylight this document sunrise the sh** I love them sun visors when I spit Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane sh** Saw the muzzle off, that n***a piss on your pit 'Til he shake nervous Watch him bark in the storeroom bear a frown worthless Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck b**h in the front, with them titties out, shirtless I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump When I lay words down your a** jump Like Mike from the foul line, ballers scrape the balls Speakers don't make economical ba*tard Instantly Alpine, cell boost n***az Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth Look over your shoulder, can't flow n***az In the maxi-coat, maybe mink I can't wait to sport my sh** in front of basketball players And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki Cognac frontin a** with the conseeki With Mike Jack's father f** it I'ma fire Casey That's for Joe Jiggy, you sit on your a** with spider webs Because you never made it pro n**y