Thats why you were hired And ill kill anyone, who dares go against me! It doesnt take long for the nightmarish news To sweep the world like a shockwave The mighty Man of Steel, once the superchampion, admired by billions Has proclaimed himself a wildman Afraid of going on an uncontrollable rampage at any moment [Kool Keith] Hey yo stupid, you thought I was over Living like Oscar, Big Bird and Grover Im the X the man the first challenger I keep rhymes in place like Bob Gallagher Fittin, and in the chair Im sittin Rappers know Im Kool, rappers know Im Keith Like Charlie Brown, good grief I see rappers I know they turned African I just pedal my bike, then I laugh again I pull the girls with thread and one string They say Im steppin to them for one thing But I dont think so, you think so, really? Tapes is wack and new MCs sound silly I hate to criticize, I have a problem In this school wack rappers Ill solve them They wanna be like Ultra on the jizzock Try to act like they not but on the cizzock Suckin, takin, awll be slurpin Comical bums your wack jams aint workin You aint got the style to rock no man You get a pound from me, but with no hand Diss em, Im not the one Miss Ferguson Cold stupid as hell like George Jefferson Yeah, you dummies better be careful I pick up rappers and throw away a handful Yes... Im Pluckin everyones card [steppin to the man] repeat 3X Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star Behind those glasses I know who you are You Racer X, his brothers speed You dissin James? Hes chicken feed He cant rap or clap or make a feet tap How bout Monie and Nikki they both bullcrap I see light in my lamp, but not on the mic How could I diss myself in front of Dolemite You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel Then underline disguise and be the devil Call yourself God, can you make it rain Can you tell me how or what Im thinkin in my brain Im not the bighead kid who wanna show off I just pick up the mic and then I blow off Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather You aint genuine, toyin real leather Pleather, coming out in the weather You rap on RB tracks and whatever Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain I think twice about the big bow tie You wearin one? I wanna know why I see fools all dressed in tuxedos And at the Grammys, a bag of Fritos Dumb people wonder, dumb people think Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso Id rather stay in New York and not Hollywood Fool, Im Pluckin everyones card [steppin to the man] repeat 4x You takin off and youre gold and for what? Because you wanna be down and so what? You buy your African beads from Koreans Africans, you walkin by human beings You dont know, youre so stupid Take the books you read youre still stupid Learn, see the rappers I burn Youre coming next, its your turn Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa On doodoo, and whatever You wanna speak on the X, then lets go with this I know Im talented, good, and such a pro at this Trade, skill, future my job And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal Yes, youre in the showcase showdown I hope youre ready to rock and come blow down Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf Im not the man concerned with that story Look out, watch, youre Three Feet and Sinkin The Tribes are lost and everyones breath stinkin [Ahhh, to the crossroad] Look at one man carry many loads I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world Remember, Im Pluckin everyones card [steppin to the man] Pluckin everyones card yell at the top of my lungs [steppin to the man] repeat 3X Hahahahaha, you cant even focus the energies of your own body How can you hope to topple the God of War, against his will? Pluckin everyones card yell at the top of my lungs repeat 3X Youre one of those peace loving folk singers Errrrr, let her contend with this...
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