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[Kool Keith] Magnetfolie selbstklebend They try to say California is plastic I think New York got the most plastic niggaz too Fuck all you niggaz comin out to the Soul Train Awards with them pop ass headsets - around your ears like Britney Spears That's some old Bobby Brown and New Edition shit That's some old REAL Michael Jackson shit I'm comin with Crazy Vic Let me hear you tryin to copy my shit
Fuck the impact eventually cause there's a lot of corny niggaz performin out there Fat stomachs, make-up and eye glare What the fuck do I care? Niggaz with they ass out Groupies in cheap motels tryin to fuck and crash out Motherfuckers ain't networkin Strippers checkin in - motherfuckers on motorcycles Pickup trucks with license plates on 'em Bringin mad shit from down South Big after-parties I'ma turn my phone off I don't wanna shake hands, meet no-fuckin-body, arrogant bastard No commercial shit, break your neck, suck my dick in the world Fuck the critics everything I make is a hit Fuck you applehead motherfuckers tryin to make some old carribean mixed with that Trinity keyboard shit Hip-Hop shit, that's some old Broadway musical shit I don't even listen to that cartoon shit Tell your A&R and his wife to get out my fuckin life
Shut up; listen to my shit cause yo' cassette single is gay Writin that bullshit I hear on the radio by these homo niggaz everyday Butter soft sissy shit I got the real tell it like it is pissy shit Yo' shit is some fake-ass gorilla code shit White suits mansion yachts scared-ass nigga Doin videos buyin models on some boat shit I tell you straight G I can't fuck with it Girls still messin with you; your shit is wack Any bitch in they right mind shouldn't have sex wit you Rusty nigga that don't use soap I fuck around, and piss all over your leather faggot-ass trenchcoat Don't ever act hardcore Youse a suburban nigga, you get serviced nigga You never even been in a fuckin street fight Look at your old photo album pictures - youse a bunch of hype Kiss my ass, nobody picked up the fuckin mic Untalented bitch like you some wild ass inner-city kid from the projects - who's next?
Then I really disrespect all production out there That bullshit niggaz programmin, fuck Johnny Hammond Sonny Stitch, that shit ain't gettin you rich Just a packed crowd, low bitches, a bunch of fuckin dicks I'd rather see some ass, a nice club with a fat ass And all you motherfuckers actin like you Jamaican American to the core, copyin that shit on tour Y'all niggaz be against speakers with your ears sore Stank ass boots with no socks on, fuckin up the dancefloor Since when you ate codfish and meat patties? I got cousins with jheri curls in caddies
