Kool A.D. - Kitchen Freestyle 1 lyrics

[Kool A.D.] You don't even know what i teach and what i taught What i preach and how my speeches be Beyond what is the reaches of most I toast like ghost and then ghost Hot from the west coast to the east though Shout out to east though plus west though Shout out to festo We the best yo, like khaled Walk with the eagles with the talons I fly like a seagull and i got balance Like a tightrope walker Your girl might jock the realness, you feel this For real, haha I'm the best rapper, kool AD Oh my god, do it all day And all night, that's right I got a text from a female Bout to get like, um, three tails Bigger than three whales, k**er that The blackfish, arrest me now babylon I'm at this, with the Ill tactics, guerilla style like coco My sign language is that of an orangutan My rolos is sweet, chocolate caramel for your teeth Brush em, aquafresh then i rush em Bless the whole microphone with my functions It's really nothing to me or anybody else Kool AD best rapper in the world, real hip-hop I do a quiet voice freestyle all up in the kitchen (haha, oh, seriously,) I'm so blazed, cuz Drinkin red wine and drawing pictures I try to stay inside nowadays And live life like, um... You know like, um... More like domestically, you feel me? Anyway, what's up yo? Kool AD, i'm stuck in the cut bro You ain't got nothing on the kid For real, you ain't f**ing with the kid You ain't touching the kid So sick with it like E-40 Shout to Issue and Marty Stevens You a real heathen, you breathin The same oxygen i'm breathin as well As anybody out here in heaven and hell It's both earthly, i'm worth like 3 mil at least, i prolly k** like Anybody to step to this, for real It's off the top of the knot The top of the dome, if you didn't Understand me, i'm home now In oakland Smokin Where you from? Nah, i'm jokin Anyway dude, i'm the best Eat me like food That's what she said about her p**y That's what i said about my dick My name is Vic I'm so quick with this sh** The sick spic just kick Another ill a** rhyme for your a**, ho Oh no? what the f**, yo Pa** go, collect two bills I'm too ill, for real You couldn't see me with like two mill- -ion gla**es, spectacles My spectacle is that of guy debord I afford more Simply because they pay me that Oh my god yo, i take these raps To another plateau I rap though, i rap slow, rap fast Like all these rap cats Looking for cash and stacks and whatnot Whatever, man Kool AD, best rapper