[Kool Keith] Well I flick flick, flow flow, n***as know I'm no joke Can I get a deal, can I rhyme you dumb slow poke? I'm not the wiggy one, heavy like a megaton I got a shell and a pretty black shotgun The Fourth Horseman, the biggy boss man I do my dirty work and travel when I cross men Don't call me Rocky, Marcy-or-the-ano A white band with a black grand piano People gather 'round on my pee pee, penis I stomp out quick, you catch a p**no flick I got a major label hoppin on my drumstick I kick an*s, I rock a rectum Who's the A&R, disrespect 'em I see brother get down and sign a whack group You Uncle Tom, you black Fruit Loop So what you know about rap you little fairy? Critics can walk and s** my wee wee okay~! I drop bombs like the paper called The Times Rappers are whack, you paid 'em forty G's [Hook] People can talk, say what they want {*4X*} [TR Love - or at least it doesn't SOUND like Ced Gee] Hey! I'm over here and over there, been there and everywhere Take a look stop and stare, GLANCE and then compare Where's your ears boy? Rhythm the top choice You know you can't front on me, cause now I got the voice Here I here I come, not the wannabeez AC/DC's, and the Bee Gee's Groups that can't - rap, groups that can't - sing Groups that have a gimmick more image and other things My name ain't - Quayle, my name ain't - Bush A 4-H-M, a superstar with push The ragga mecha don, with s**ers on my co*k You know I got the flavor, so why you got the boogies? Sham, buddy! [Hook]