TomC3 - Feel Me lyrics

[Kool Keith] Executive chess I play against a well trained animal, you move next Stylist got you dress, like you comin in from Budapest Lookin like Burt Lancaster You slow to circle down backwards like a old lady drivin a steering wheel When Dr. Martin choose 'em they probably diss the suits I wish the competition create somethin new faster Believe me, you'll find that place on Aster The heavy and the deep sustain I Kodak freeze your frame, pee on your righthand pinky rang Stop you while you recording nonsense insult your character Make you rewrite the whole thang Reject the pie in the studio your mother bring Show you gorillas when Rodney's not here It depends on how many Burgers you produce, before I let you be King Feel the snap of the yellowjack', bee sting with guaze pads On your baggage claim bags, any object in my way who brags Sit on top of feminine, deoderant protective rags Y'all face the awards on the podiums, thankin everyone who made you Don't forget your girlfriend, weightliftin boyfriend's bonin him The extra [unidentified rapper] It's Jahizzle your nizzle, tough as gristle epistle like Fall from tossin Soviet hammer and the sickle Red dyke but doper infant, I invent communistic Fried drum chum or high jazz biscuits wicked I picket bigots and I boycott the bigamist My Johnson, TV dinner Swanson, good light licorice s**ers on my sh**list, are so shiftless Stick out like an ishthmus I lob globs of mucus on snobs whose jobs make 'em listless The effigy in lethargy, my weaponry the Christmas I crackle like a cracker crumble in your mouth Call him hairy dissentary, bloody's how he's comin out And my crew are thick as Chuck Norris chest mayne Let's burn this pyre higher, throw your rhymes on the d**h flame To dunk I jump off two feet, J Rich, Dominique Players who push off on a** cheeks like Jordan are so weak They cheat, no jumpman for me, no 23 jersey Rhyme nerdy, lines dirty, I hurry, not girly MC's curtsey I'm so merciless I show no mercy I'm just like Percival my body's so sturdy My rhymes are dirty, get up early MC's have Hasidic forelocks like Shirley Temple... [Kool Keith] They choose a foul like Sam Gettin hyped up with a 2-piece, all sniffed up to the bone The city fall for the biblery fast Duplicates, DJ's people follow 'em, I ignore the imitation replicas They think they Larry Graham These dudes are messed up in the mind of high on ham With DJ's testin racks, ears out with new radio programme Scientific defects bounced off the walls in the projects It k**s me, when evil stays 24 hours Everybody who's a demon hang they coats on the rack After companies made billions off of Biggie Smalls and 2Pac prototypes People wanna remove the devil horns off the top of they head Move into conscious rap And stab you while you not lookin right in the back Rob you again, show you the floorplan Of the commercial map, MC's linin up from the circus need to be slapped I'ma tell my truth like an Israelite A 45th Street guard strike you with the thunder, when lightning speak What the parasites move out this week