beat is hype, I'm feelin' it Word up, Kool Keith, yeah, yeah Yo, Moe Luv, tell 'em one more time how Kool Keith is feelin' You've got the feelin' Word
say come you come, when they say go you go Eat what you're given and not what you wanted Limitations on your livin and you still gettin taunted If the
a fencer Look, I gives a fuck if you're white, black or octaroon I'll lock you in a room, make you pop balloons filled with toxic fumes, yeah you shoulda
[Kool Keith:] Baby this is Keith, but not SWEAT I wanna tell you how I feel about you How I rub my fingers through your pretty hair Tell you how I really
[x2] Lead singer up front, you feel me like The Temptations The way I gave you the world Send you to learn about the moments, on a thousand vacations
official support, every time you cry and moan I brought the freak out of you, the way you neck the leak out of you My desire for you ain't false, everything
, a lot of stamps on my passport [Chorus 2X: Kool Keith] Woman turn on your TV, channel 7, ABC News, don't you see me? [Kool Keith] So what you didn
you, I want you-ooooh - yeahh I want you to be that one for meee - I want you to beee I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you [Kool Keith] Beautiful
Fuck showin you the skill, you cocaine-ass nigga You blow and you feel, skinny legs motherfucker I'm showin you real, I'm showin you deal My style choco
feel inflation A recession like you the best and [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
[Kool Keith] Yo, Kool Keith Bronx in the house Y'all know how to ill, I'ma take you to the real Challenge the ill, brother to God You just a ancestor,
the time, so throw your Rolex to the floor! [Chorus One: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] Midnight madness! Ahh, we the undertakers Midnight madness! Midnight madness! [Verse Two: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith
on stage or any other time You can not affect me Messed you up when you found out that nobody was carin Now feel me, kill 'em though, Ms. Ghetto Phenomenal
it's eerie, it's dreary, you weary But none of mines is leary, y'all niggaz can't feel me [Chorus] [Verse Three: Reverand Tom - Kool Keith] There's
you where I'm at with mine Momma born into this life of crime Money murder and mayhem go hand in hand, you better feel me These niggas real G (these
d agree with anything you say in regards to that.. because, what's obvious is what's obvious." "They they feel that they're not gettin paid?" [Kool Keith] You
don't know jack about music in the industry, know what? Had to do the album practically over Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X) This is a test press White label test press [Kool Keith
butt like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw New Jersey Nets real man, you