Yeah, that's real (I've got all the candles lit)
Kool Keith baby, from the Bronx, New York
You know I miss you right?
I really care about you, more than any other woman in the world
This is what I really like to do
(I've got all the candles lit)
Girl I'ma hold you, let you know
I'm the one... to give you the delicate fun
What is it like to look under the candlelight wit'cha hair done?
Baby you outta sight, jeans are tight
He'll hit you in the eye I'm sorry to hear that
You and your man had a fight, hold your head up don't cry
Everything's gonna be alright, you said it was violent and domestic
The tenth time you got him arrested
You used to look better than that, your black eyes got affected
The cops by your apartment neighbors hear you in the argument
You think it's you and nobody, know where your lover went
Ever since, he broke your arm
Your right rib cage, girl you're somethin else
Let me make a cup of coffee
Here's some hot chocolate, off the shelf
You're nervous, stop shakin, grab ahold of yourself
Everytime you call me you wanna kill yourself
Overtakin prescription, this ain't no science fiction
Girl wanna kill herself
The girl wanna kill herself {*2X*}
Girl wanna kill herself (I've got all the candles lit) brain by the window
Your body hurt with pain you hide from the police department
Callin us every night when he sleep
Let a man in front of your kids beat you up on the brain
He drove you to drugs like a battered woman takin novacaine
Some guy, that keep you in the basement like a dog on a chain
Scared you to death, now you look at everybody strange
Detectives put they head down, it's like workin with a puppet on a string
Your girlfriends complain, 'Tisha say you got blood all over your thangs
You handlin what you did, you slept with him for diamond rings
Circles around your eyes, look like pies
You wanna overdose, stop tellin us lies
The girl wanna kill herself
The girl wanna kill herself (I've got all the candles lit)
Girl wanna kill herself
Girl wanna kill herself, girl wanna kill herself
The girl wanna kill herself (I've got all the candles lit)
Baby don't kill yourself, cause I need you
I know you've been goin crazy
I'ma be there for you, you know I'm your psychiatrist
I just don't want you to kill yourself
Cause you hurt me when you do that
The girl wanna kill herself
She wants to kill herself
The girl wanna kill herselllllllllf
Don't kill yourself... {*fades*}Yo, you're lying He's lying.. and she's lying My man over there he's lying You know what? You're building up a bunch of lies Straight lies You got mad guns? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got eleven cars? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got the block scared? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU Youse a bugged thug? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You doin jail time? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got the newest Benz? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got the girls ready? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You movin big weight? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You cook in steel pots? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You goin on Soul Train? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You cashin royalties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You did a video? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You smackin everybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You closin all deals? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say you manage people? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU Youse a movie star? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You work with Warner Brothers? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You down with Jamie Foxx? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU Youse a druglord? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You pay your mortgage? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You datin fine chicks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You travel solo kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You smackin anybody? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got your own label? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say you never lease? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say your record's hot? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You workin hard lady? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You like to clock work? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You at your brother's house? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You tour with Babyface? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You mix on Ni boards? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You talk to Aaron Hall? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You play for the Charlotte Hornets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You buyin a Rolls Royce? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got signin power? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You makin hit records? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say Zach's your cousin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You sellin Knicks tickets? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You givin afterparties? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You at the Superbowl? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You bought a mansion? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You think you hype rappin? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say you are the man? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU Your mother thinks she's fly? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say your pops is cool? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got your aunt a diamond? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got the kids a gift? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You movin out to Cali? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say you doin jacks? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You makin millions kid? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You say you sellin furniture? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You work construction? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You got your hair done? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You mess with Lauryn Hill? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You danced with James Brown? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You own a Dodge truck? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU You work at 7/11? ..
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Kick a dope verse and then we ghost (Repeat 4x) [Kool Keith] I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck Cruising around like I'm Johnny Espisito Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito Looking around for that kid who robbed Joey, oh he Catch another rapper rhyme slowly In the back of your head feel the calico M-O You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital He played a trumpet in class, plus he had a fiddle He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road A human body buried monkey plus a little toad Scared federal bereau, fuck investigation No phones, no beeps, fuck communication I like ice cream kids, I like Carvelle I read comics and books, yeah Marvel You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went? I walk quiet at night, through the projects Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo! I got a gift for you, to fuck Santa Claus Open your door, face the Cenobites light I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser (Who could I be?) Kick a dope verse and then we ghost (Repeat 4x) [Bobbito] Bobbito and yes I got the props Now will you crab-ass niggas just hop off my cock My style's En Vouge, you're never gonna get it Phonetic, kenetic, energetic flows your ears in a tournaquet Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be Unsightly, or slightly greusome Some groups are done, some groups run Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic school Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy She saw me bust a nut it was flattery Now I recharge my battery Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing Sets me when I'm boning Shit, people asks me who writes for me I write my own shit from finish to start Diminish the heart, I eat a kinish and then I fart A traskit, a triscit, a golden-eared biscuit Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicked it Nervous, served this, never even heard this Leave a hearse wordless, because I just served this Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello [Godfather Don] It's kind of pertinant that the venom I send 'em Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my shit is funkier than Yours, when wars bend laws to make niggas figure I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that One word you heard no other say And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs Of larvae, insects to dissect from the ribcage To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make You shake and so when I hold a microphone steady *sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready To go on the collision course and send it When I mental with light jeans don't read names I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded Headed to the fate of niggas spraying rhymes Like mace, terrible, I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through Varying the methods and shit, I never do I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido For the girls who need-o eight inches of tounge to eat-o, hey Kind of neato, so check it out Peace, hollito Kick a dope verse and then we ghost (Repeat 4x)
[Dr. Dooom]
Yeah! Dr. Di-sea-zee-zee-zee-zee-zee-zee-zoom
I know this R&B singer that live across the street from Central Park
Her shades stay open at night
I see her up late with some Lurch guy sniffin coke and
they both take speed outside with 'em and fill they pockets up with dope and
Press the elevator then come down like paparazzis with a camera
I follow you around
I see you shop a little bit downtown
You buy your turtles from Myrtle, the cologne y'all pick out is Cavalli Roberto
Peek-a-boo, I see you
The panties your girl bought is purple
I see you on 14th Street in the cut, sippin Henny and Cuervo
Walkin out stummblin drunk in Club Petrol
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I followed you; I saw what you did
{*scratched: "I'm out here!"*}
[Dr. Dooom]
Now this was a movie star with big bumps on his face
with a tranny with a fur coat, they was in a rented car
They got out and walked in the club with a spinnin bar
I seen him with Grey Goose from afar
Dancin on the table with a G-string like a spinnin star
You are under a power scope and a binocular
Since when men started dancin as stars?
Givin chicks with mohawks a massage
Dancin to shoes worn by "What's Happenin?"
You stand with designer glasses lookin like Raj
Comin out of a house club
Kissin a man with a wig on that look real bugged
[Chorus] - 2X with last line change "I saw everything you did"
[Dr. Dooom]
See this rapper right here? I'm not close up on ya
But I see you're iced out, payin for another watch you bought on 59th Street
That was Zirconia; with skin blemishes goin to the tannin salon
I see they out to tone ya
You walk two blocks to pay on your prepaid phone ya
With a card that say Music Express cause the record company own ya
Sponsorship, you stopped up in Cross Colours to get free clothes
Fly and real dip
You 23rd Street bootleg, you don't buy real legit
I see you phony with it, plastic alligators on your shirt
What you workin with?
[Chorus] - 2X with last line change "I saw everything you did"
[Dr. Dooom]
I followed you~! Saw you when you got in the cab
Remember? You was on 14th Street
You had on the blue shirt, you had a black coat
Plus you had on some lil' purple glasses
That said Chanel on the side
Don't you remember? Your shoes were brown[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases
Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
Videos exaggerate things you never make
Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake
The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you
Original fraud, funny with a mic cord
Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour
Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out
After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out
You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore
You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people
Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers
Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard?
You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred
Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war
You ain't in the army kid..
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (3X)
[Kool Keith]
Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up
I'm there you're scared
You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird
You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door
Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more
Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrush
You bringin rubber, your crew is nervous smokin dust
You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin blunts
Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts
Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him
Your crew pressured more, to even act harder
You took New York, down South them folks, wasn't havin that
Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin at?
You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style
Freestyle the same style last week
you was bitin off that kid Bo Peep
With no panties on, your rectum got torn
Rearranged, I caught you after the show
Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film
Tryin to sell pictures of your lover
with you, molestin your little brother
I smacked you and stole your pistols
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to Catholic school?
But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front
This is just gimmicks to sell my records
The people don't have to know
I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft
Me and my friends all of us
We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmickSo what you got your first deal? Who you signed with, nigga? Epic? Def Jam? I don't give a fuck if you're with Warner Bros. Who you signed with, nigga? Muthafuckin Loud? Interscope, Columbia, Sony, 550 Fuck it if you're with Dreamworks And if is, your in-house commercial-ass producers Can suck out the interior out of my dick Y'all still 75, that ain't no new shit Fake-ass wanna-be hip-hop shit Don't worry about who the fuck I hang with Jealous muthafuckas I'm tired of niggas fooling muthafuckas Actin like they drug dealers All you rappers fantasizin that jewelry and car shit You can pull the Speedos and suck my dick Tell your corny fans who believe that shit Lick the back of my ass quick I'ma shut faggots down Especially muthafuckas with that gay-ass production New millenium homo sound Smack the shit out of you for doin that wack-ass shit you do 50 bodyguards surround you Keepin men that fuck you in the ass around you Standin like you runnin shit, you ain't the fuckin President Posin with ugly bitches in your video who take AIDS medicine You don't wanna fuck with me or rock with me Or rhyme on any block with me Fuck the rap museum I should be on the wall next to Run-D.M.C. Between Public Enemy Some assholes jealous me I don't care no more about your lyrics The average MC is bullshit, I don't hear it Fuck you talkin about you rap with a good spirit I make rappers intimidated Over wack-ass beats they get motivated, some have ministrated Even suburban kids copy your shit and duplicate it My balls you now cherish By some new-ass MC about to perish Type of muthafucka to eat a lotta celery Your CD was butter-soft - what you tellin me? A bunch of 'N Sync type of fans hyped you up like Bill Bellamy A bitch like you would rhyme with a curfew Niggas with real shit will hurt you The girl scout club I refer you Bastard you Your man rap, new nigga, he's wack, fuck you Stay low, I'm above you Erase your shit, I don't dub you FUCK YOU FUCK YOU Muthafucka FUCK YOU Muthafucka FUCK YOU Yeah You been rappin for 20'000 years And you ain't got your fuckin deal yet? What the fuck Don't take your problems out on me And the rest of you muthafuckas Walkin around lookin like some old alien niggas Muthafucka, I pull your face off 'bout to show you what the fuck you look like Cause you keep it real Too real muthafuckin broke 2001 Nobody was sayin that shit when I was payin for them fuckin hot wings Hope you burn your fuckin lips FUCK YOU Muthafucka FUCK YOU Muthafucka FUCK YOU Muthafucka FUCK YOU ASSHOLE
(Back in the 70's, it was all about drugs..) Tie my arm up at night between shows Takin soda tops off of soda pops I used to be up all night in the living room smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops Makin collect calls back home to my pops My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!" I knew something was wrong when I gave away my VHS and sold a pair of my socks The IRS callin me, gettin on my nerve, I was warned by Redd Foxx My girl, "Keith you seen my diamond rings in the jewelry box?" I don't know; last night you and Chaka Khan was in here sniffin blow I was in the room sweatin thinkin about the rent playin bingo The landlord said the first of the month, we gotta go Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a resteraunt brawl "Mary J. Blige, my son don't accept them type of phone calls" I can't come out tonight, my Bic lighter don't light I heard you and K-Ci in the background I'm screamin did the cops come and break up the fight? All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. drugs.. All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. Freebasin eighteen pounds of coke with Marvin Gaye Put that on the table, let's parlay with Smokey Robinson and Bootsy, lightin aluminum foil Watch that crack pipe boil With Richard Pryor we burned the house down gettin higher Don't think I'm bluffin Meet Tommy Lee Curtis, Keith Richards, Eddie Kingwards and David Ruffin Rick James was in the kitchen lightin the flame and Mousey's trapped with Cuba Gooding Sr. I don't want nobody to know my name I kept glasses on it was a damn shame Losin weight, fallin out in big arenas The same guy who used to deal to me deals to Whitney and Bobby, meet Ike and Tina Every Saturday mansions was packed, "Hey Jimmy you got the smack?" Shut up! You don't know how to act All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. drugs.. All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel All the crack and the drugs.. Crystal methane.. and heroin and quaaludes.. A relapse, of your mind Angel dust, ecstasy, sniffin coke baby.. got the best of me-heee-heeeee.. I got rits, withdrawals, my symptoms of pain Rush me to the hosss-pi-tallll.. Oooh, ooh baby Get this monkey off of MY MY MY BACK! And get him off of me Get the monkey off my BACK! Baby! Get the monkey And get the monkey off my back now..
"Now the first drop of juice is there for her to see Honey, that's when she backs off and just lick her teeth..." Chorus: (Sex style!) Niggas want it free They dogs drink my piss (Girls pay a fee) You want freestlye, that's right, the style is free Niggas suck my dick and they girls drink my pee I'm on some S&M shit you can't get with Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off Let my dog lick you German Shepard want to bust off I tell your legs and swat em, MC's having anal sex Step around like a Tampax, and step up next I enter New York, no problem with my dick out California porno star, my ass you can lick out Saying "What?" with sperm dripping down your partner's butt I see MC's in my face with their ass up Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up Not no horror-core shit, this is porno-core I'm in the club naked man, I'm the fucking pro Niggas can't wax no ass, girls should let them know Chorus x3 Back I wreck shit, so what nigga? I masturbate See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna Sticking piped in your ass until you stop the freesyle drama I pioneered this shit, you keep sucking dick Your girl's in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair You name a group that's shit, I will pooper-scoop Fuck with this, miss, I will damage on the premesis Niggas step back with Dax grease, watch their ass twist I rhyme any nigga, golden showers up in Greek Alley Movie star bitches, MC's lining up in Cali Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray Mc's jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray Girls heinie-wipe, MC's say my style is hype Pussies relax, I'd rather fuck them with a cordless mic Could rob a horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost Chorus x2 "May they beat his bowels with a ten-pound hammer til his asshole whistles the Star-Spangled Banner." Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your anus I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous You could be waxed, seventy-five fucking rap groups Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world Chorus x3
Motherfucker I'm Kool Keith, motherfucker I'm cursin You know I'm the type of guy to piss and throw shit in your face if you're the right person I don't give a fuck if your name is Tony Gerson Ultimately figure the champion Figure express shit, the best shit You tess shit, caress shit Talk more higher, then less shit You aware, address shit Impress shit, you confess shit Ivory wash with the Zest shit Fuck the weed and the sess shit Don't bother with the pest shit Check cash, you guess shit Fuck the Coupe and the S shit The talkin behind my back shit The skirt and the dress shit You really workin that East and West with the juice It's some death shit, whack niggaz you sign get witcha girl, run your mouth with the Celeste shit No worry, I get more, I fight and scuffle, at the Greek I ain't down with that 'fess shit You gonna rooter yourself and get your motherfuckin ass killed with that bulletproof vest shit Copy assholes, let the public hype you up on some wild West shit Fightin ugly bitches on that obsessed shit Old slang, I wouldn't say fresh shit Soak shirts, take no shit Put on your coat shit Get out of here you smell like goat shit Wheats and oats shit You see you still on that flossin and that yacht and that boat shit Don't say a word when I quote shit If you real fuck your card, and go promote shit Fuck the Virgin Islands, powder and float shit Get your girl, fuckin run, you better fuckin go quick Fertilizer, you better try to grow shit You ain't no Don Juan on that stroll shit You sniffin blow shit You sit on the toilet, and go shit! Tell motherfuckers everywhere, this is pro shit No G.I., I'm like my pops - I'm on some Joe shit! Some Grover mixin a little, mo' shit You say OH SHIT! You can't get a slice of my pizza? No shit Get off my stage, you ain't on my show, shit Trumpets, you got some musical notes? You can't blow shit You need to step back, go to shit