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1. _ Baddest M.c.
New! two-thousand-one..
{*dj scratches: "kool keith"*}
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith keith..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith keith..
Baddest, mc!
[kool keith]
Velvet robe, body like hector comacho
Kissin puerto rican girls on they earlobes
Victor ramosa standin on fermosa
Big whip, fat you own a orange rolls royce
Comin down pico, up north lenox
Heads with backpacks
Move like they try to act like they don't hear it
System bust, i don't rap freestyle no more
Stopped smokin angel dust
I bring drama to your tour bus, we comin all 800 of us
Project one, project two, project three
My recena houses, jackson houses, webster houses
How that sound to you mouses?
Jamaicans from ??, and patterson houses
"lift up star, keith mon, let me know i'll cut 'is t'roat"
Other rappers standin around, jealous lookin broke
Need to be in double dutch, jumpin rope
Y'all northtown folks - comin down to manhattan world
Serious soul food made by black girls
Cornbread and beepers above your head
I'ma stop at the red light cause it's red
{*dj scratches: "kool keith"*}
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith keith..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Kool..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith keith..
Baddest, mc!
[kool keith]
Fascinatin with the quickness
I make models come to public housing and visit
That's how technical i get exquisite
Bangin on pipes
Lookin at cops walkin up the stairs with flashlights
Most mc's wearin leg-warmers and tights
I come with dominican girls with bodies like jennifer lopez
Wearin tight shorts from washington heights
Ride first class with flights to santo domingo
With sombrero performin my single
With my hype-man al gringo
I'll watch you in the front cat don't let your face get wrinkled
Side effects miss you
Jump around you gonna need a napkin and a tissue
When i gross up the max you count the issue
Buy the source cover for twelve months
And send other rappers over to pose
And take pictures for some potato chips and cap'n crunch
That's how i take suckers out to lunch
Forget the internet, the website, that's no way to step right
I ain't sittin by no computer, i'm goin to bermuda
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Kool..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Yeah..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
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Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
Keith..
Baddest, mc! {*"kool keith"*}
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2. _ Lived In The Projects
[kool keith]
Yeah motherfucker.. that's right..
The motherfucker in the house.. kool keith..
Fuck all the bullshit, let's get to the real shit..
Yeah..
Your rhyme touch is soft kid
Like a stripper's ass with a touch of plastic
Writin with a local style
Talkin about competitive shit you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug nigga, you ain't bugged nigga
I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga
Who want the whiplash?
Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast
Me standin on the top of your tour bus
Butt-naked with a fuckin hockey mask
Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass
Don't you know i'm sick nigga? lick my dick nigga!
Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter
Hide your kneecaps in a lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old dingy fucked up bronx apartment
Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bullshit street argument
I don't care how hard you get
You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin shit
You ain't stoppin shit, fuck that batman and robin shit
And what block you with
Kneel down, make a nigga like you call me big ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain't no fuckin fat cat
Chorus: kool keith
[sung] you never lived in the projects!
You ain't no drug dealer
*repeat chorus 3x*
[kool keith]
Rude bwoy with a temper like a jamaican off a haitian boat
Carribean ruckus - with an elvis wig
Slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap motherfuckers
Bodyguards won't work
With a 30-shot car bomb under my dominican shirt
Submachine in the duffle bag
Watchin sesame street with my daughter, peepin ernie and bert
With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat
Get morris in your projects
And jackson in a madison square garden concert
Ready for cbs and nbc, to do a big network
The average guy, havin a product manager
And a female publicist wearin a fuckin bulletproof vest
I got time for motherfuckers actin like elliot ness
Winchester sawed off blow your rolex through your fuckin chest
Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress
I'm ready for more progress
Have your head sent home
And a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk
Extort like a mad nigga western union
You don't have a clue men how i get through men
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3. _ Operation Extortion
I'ma cancel all the studios, i'ma find you in new york
You fucked it up for everybody
When i see you i'ma punch you in your fuckin face
You and that other faggot ass nigga that rap witchu
I'ma catch you (?) ensoniq or platinum factory
I know you be in fuckin chung king
I'ma search around motherfuckin d&d
[kool keith]
Fuck you nigga, criticizin my shit, talkin behind my back
Youse a weak nigga, don't speak nigga, face the trigger
What you know about my shit?
Why you reviewin it, why you ratin it? you fuckin hatin it
Backpack ass nigga, how you figure?
Fuck a cypher, i get live on your favorite ass corny ass niggaz
I'm a survivor, no village ass shit
Motherfuckers walkin around tryin to be bob marley and lenny kravitz
That scarf shit around everybody's head is for faggots
Get on stage i throw lettuce and cabbage
You fuckin with bad habits
Run up on you like 10 puerto ricans gettin out a fuckin chevrolet
I don't play, fuck your bodyguard big rae
I chop your hands off and throw your fuckin fingers in the ashtray
Dead-end, no backup, comin down to one-way
Chorus: kool keith
Operation.. extortion (4x)
[kool keith]
Why you curse so much nigga? fuck you, duck you
Loadin this motherfuckin tec up, there's a lot of things i must do
Click up, shut the fuck up, bukka, bukka, bukka
Fake-ass cast, counterfeit bitch-ass
I'ma see how long that choreographer dance shit last
Make you take the cd's out the shelf
Come to your record release party, show you some shit
And make you piss on yourself
No guest list, i better get past this
Type of motherfucker to wait outside the club
For your black dumb-asses, i'ma have a contest
See which bitch-ass nigga get in they car the fastest
Strongarm your bodyguards with armed freebase smokers in a stolen dodge
Pour gasoline down your shirt in the car garage
Yo black burn this nigga
Watch how kentucky fried i turn this nigga
Watch you sizzle like a well done (?) frank
That's what you get for fuckin with hank
Give all your fuckin credit cards, niggaz with ski masks
Took your mink coats at chemical bank
Visa america take this shit fill up the gas tank
I told y'all i was gon' slap that motherfucker
And baseball bat that motherfucker
Your man with his bullshit mixtape ran out hot 97 like a sucker
I'ma send a crackhead that needs money bad
At least to get one of you motherfuckers
You owe me for damage
I know a dominican that's ready to stab your fuckin manager
Catch a homicide and catch a greyhound bus out to canada
Chorus
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4. _ Diamonds
Man it's been quiet in the bronx since kate rich got killed
I heard some kid wearin a mink
Fakin like he live in brooklyn squealed
We gon' need johnny cochran man, i'm tellin you
Gotta get everybody out..
[kool keith]
Chill at home watchin the mets
I'ma tell suge knight to call big kap and funkmaster flex
Tony green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail
Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken
Record exec found dead, body in hoboken
Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
New york police department, the f.b.i.
Said this guy wasn't playin
Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin?
Turned the radio up and cut his arms off
And throw him off the top of the waldorf
Call fat kat in prison
Tell him his right hand mand already did that
Ten cars, meet me at the lincoln tunnel with stockin cops
We're gonna count to the one-oh, put butter on the bun-oh
Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow
See the man with the suit?
Light up the kid with the bomber jacket and timberland boots
Comin at you like tupac in "juice", i'ma get loose
Chorus: kool keith (repeat 3x)
We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time..
Diamonds, we bring violence!
[kool keith]
Send a coffin up to billboard with flowers in the lobby
A picture of me with gene griffin holdin a hand-grenade
I'ma fax you a copy - and let you know my job ain't sloppy
Extort the industry cause nicky barnes is gonna be
In charge of every label's distribution
My street team is gonna be eight men with loaded tecs
Ridin around with chrysler pt cruisers from a mental institution
Whip mob style, tone capone az in charge of publicity on the phone
Crazy joe outside to meet the mixtape dj's with carbombs
In the parkin zone - purple cadillac lavender two-tone
A box packed up with a chopped off human head
With a murdered pitbull with a knife in his stomach
Federal express to your secret home
Sonny d handle the wherehouse and tower
Take coconuts and sam goody
And hire david berkowitz as a receptionist for more power
Extreme impact when uniter parcel
Bring bazookas and bombs in from iraq
Close the george washington bridge when we attack
Carryin duffle bag sacks
Larry davis is workin with a thirty-eight magnum
Big stations won't have any problem hearin the wax
(i'll play it!) with kingston, jamaica
Sendin the video to hbo and cinemax
Chorus
[kool keith]
Look at the bottom of your car, now start it
Wire on your doorknob
That's me across the street, wearin a pinstripe suit
With a (???), with black glasses talkin to grandmaster flash
Lookin at your black asses
Chorus
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5. _ Sweet Unique Pete
Yeah! kool keith
Black sil (yeah yeah) and company!
As we party.. two-zero-zero-zero
[kool keith]
Step in coat check, vocal supreme sound perfect
You wack man, haven't you heard this?
Matador king ladies swarm around me like jon b
As i stop rappers tryin to copy alpo(?) rich port(?) and az
My temperatures one-thousand-three
Look at these big head kids on labels tryin to mc
With a globe dome
I told you to tell that man to stay home
Tell russell to call me with sylvia rhome
Gave him the gas, now he gotta pump in his ass
I don't care if you go out with stacey dash
Rentin cars, you tryin to copy nas
Sound like a.g., you ain't my man from cold crush kaygee
Don't try to play me
You never made a record with mo bee, and master p
I saw you on the greyhound bus station floor
Layin down with a doo rag on like a circus clown
Strippers keep dancin around, i'm bronx bound
Your fans catch migraines from me doin my thang
Chorus: kool keith (repeat 4x)
We sweet unique pete
Look at these ladies massagin our feet
[black silver]
Yeah
Yo showdown, sho' shot, double-k, flow pop
Navigate, interactive flashback
Now who nice wit it? spit it on the block daily
Product, never shady, slang the real
Send it to backstage, flame created a rage
Mays(?) bump that in my mezzanine controller
High-roller, program, this shit jam
To quick access, asses on my lap crouches
Dip through; y'all need a piece of this mental
Plus a sip of this dick in your mouth
Either that or stop sleepin, peepin the next man's style
I elaborate on fraudulent and stick to the wild
Phone-tap, we order ocean spray with that
Fuji film, honey spread that
Finger the asscrack in fact i'ma bounce with that
(yeah, bounce with that)
[kool keith]
Fuckin dancers back to back
Aww yeah
Chorus two: kool keith (repeat 4x)
We're sweet unique pete
Ladies massagin our feet
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6. _ Back Stage Passes
[girl] don't i know you?
[guy] do you?
[girl] well ahh.. i'm laurie kessler, haven't we met before?
[guy] have we?
[girl] maybe not
[kool keith]
Back stage! ..
See girl after the show i'm not to be idolized
Overwhelmed by a new obsessed fan
No i don't wanna answer your questions
Are you some kind of journalist, follow me around?
Come on in the bathroom
Now you wanna see how keith acts at home
Call your girlfriends
Now you wanna see the way i p-i-s-s
Beggin me to get a magic marker to sign my name on your back
You're very young, and giggly with pre-washed levi's on
You don't know how to act - let's party, how about it?
I don't wanna party drink bacardi what you think i look like;
The purple dragon barney?
[chorus]
Back stage! you're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! you're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, stop lookin all around
Back stage! you're excited..
[kool keith]
I'm totally attracted to you, but you turn me off as a fan
Approachin me back stage with a guy that's not your friend
Lyin to get a laminate - is that your man?
Some weird guy starin at me like peter pan
There's no time to talk about how i got started in rap
I'm goin straight home
You don't know, i'ma leave you alone
Why should i waste my time, get no sleep?
I just got off stage, you're still complainin
You shoulda stayed on stage longer at the new orleans superdome
What you want from me? you took my picture;
You got my autograph - i'm not tryin to crack any more coronas
I hate the smell of beadies
And you have a bunch of dinky friends, and a adolescent staff
You are immature
[chorus]
Back stage! you're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! you're excited..
[kool keith]
Laugh at yourself, put your whole world on the shelf
Do that stupid stuff with weird al yankovich
Go try to figure out somebody else
First of all, you're living through my cd
Second you don't know me
Base your life on fan magazines i go shoppin everyday
When i'm in a small boring city you don't see me
If i told you i had eighteen hands
You're so tuned and tweaked out, your ass would believe me
[chorus]
Back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! you're excited.. back stage passes!
You're excited, girls lookin all around
Back stage! you're excited..
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7. _ Do You Masturbate? (skit)
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8. _ Recoupment (skit)
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9. _ Errand Boy (skit)
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10. _ The Set Up (skit)
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11. _ Shoes N Suits
"this week was unimpressive.. are you quoting me
So you can go back and tell these people that i said so?"
"no uh yeah i thought uh it was unimpressive too;
Cause, because.."
"okay, thank you. i well i'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 heard jeremy lawner got shot four times in the face
Standin on west 8th street, two blocks from park place
It was a set up, professionally how he got wet up
Closed casket service; the guy said he jerked eminem, and coolio
Plus korn - machine guns had his ligaments torn
Police asked me what happened, i don't know i'm steady rappin
Excuse me as a suspect, that's a hot lie
I did not give a man a gun, (??) papaya
I was home down south, that's what he get, street connections
Sam bit it, i'm not it, the kid was runnin his mouth
Order in the court, did you or did not shoot this man?
What i heard, booking agencies giving loot to this man
Check my fingerprints, my hair never touched that gun
I never spoke to anyone, the f.b.i.'s at my house
Chorus: kool keith (repeat 2x)
Shoes n suits! shoes n suits!
Supreme court..
[kool keith]
Investigators ridin on my elevator for questionin
I'm just a plain mc, why do y'all wanna see me
I have no clue about what that person went through
Is it true that y'all was gonna tell us
Who was gonna cut his hands off
Leave the body rottin for 3 days in the back of a wendy's drivethru
Look for my fingerprints, what did i do?
Narrator of a true story
To write somethin fake, would bore me
I babysit three kids, you guys act like y'all never saw me
The d.a. said, "keith you're not guilty"
But the dead client's mouth was filthy
Gun from virginia registered under silky
"keith do you recognize these pictures?"
8 suspects from the projects
No i never seen these people in my life
I don't recognize them your honor
Chorus
[kool keith]
So he ain't callin shots for you, i got respect
I just turned down a major label project
Witnesses say you're carryin a mac-10 semiautomatic, a black object
Check my house, just a chia pet
7:30 when he was shot - i wasn't travelin
He was on the first class with two men, on a continental airline jet
The prosecutor says i'm innocent
That's somebody else's glove by the steps
Is it true, that part of your crew
Wanted to set this man on the couch,
Light a match, pour gasoline in his lap and set him on fire?
Connect his 500 benz to a phone-tap wire
Breakin his window glass like an armed goldie with a hockey mask
With two forty-four magnums, one in his mouth, one in his ass
His relatives ties with three links to his murder
I never heard of, but in philly he tried to scam roger troutman
Sharpshooters hit him point blank on the side of his celly phone ear
Bullets hit his rearview mirror
Shots rang out from a cadillac catera
The guy made a bad error
Chorus 1.5x
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12. _ Extravagant Traveler
Kool keith
Checkin out of the venetian hotel
That's right, flight to africa
Mastercharge
Yeah..
Chorus: kool keith
Extravagant traveler, puerto rico out to africa (4x)
[kool keith]
Mc's is wack, i'm lookin at the robb report
Eighty-thousand-sixty-two bentley
Owner of the houston astrodome, don king represent me
(?) bus with gold trim and you can't act up frontin on your lemon
Legend status with keys to the mgm grand
Got your wife and kids holdin my poster, grabbin my hand
All i hear is a bunch of wack primetime mc's sayin
I hate him cause he's great
He's on all the billboard and the highway
Face is on soup cans and milk crates
Resteraunts with movie theaters in 'em
Continental airlanes, planes we buyin off the lot
While y'all rent 'em
Excursion flights with bill clinton
Takin fine girls out to washington to get they extensions
Usin my tv phone i see girls in they thongs
Fantasizin while they home alone
Pack my bags - i need room service
Chorus
[kool keith]
Cause my face is in the newspaper every week
Pronounce words right - ask jesse jackson how i speak
Sign my autographs for jagged edge and sisqo on 125th street
Red carpet on the sidewalk
I gotta step on it before i talk
Part investor of the utah jazz, i'm the real king of new york
London cashmere, walkin around with guiliani regular football shirt
Tailors grab my armani, maids cook dinner
Sauteed fish and shrimp
Dallas mavericks want me as a baldheaded five-eight guard
With a ninety-five inch vertical, vince carter respect my legs
Ask shawn kemp; wes unseld and the nba commissioner
Takin pictures of me in front of nell's
Special election day got chocolate girls with flowers dresses on
You would swear they naomi campbell and nia long from section 8
Yes, i guess
Chorus
[kool keith]
Bustin no freestyles, lookin at you in the back of the car
Rappin for twenty miles
I'm sittin in the back of the limo with the fly brim-o
Me in a black cadillac, elliot ness
Sendin rappers with doo-rags an s.o.s.
You wanna rap big man? take mickey mouse off your chest
I let you wear your vest; plaid shirts or stripes
Is that the way your stylist make you dress?
She should be sued for that
Contract renewed for that
And on stage, you should be booed for that
I'ma tap you in the back and let everybody know they wack
Yo skycab hand me my platinum suitcases
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13. _ I Don't Believe You
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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14. _ Mad Man Departure
[kool keith]
Yeah.. outro, mad man
Everytime i see your motherfuckin ass
You always with some motherfuckers around you
You know why? cause you're motherfuckin scared
But i'ma pick you out motherfucker
I like to boost myself cause all you niggaz can kiss my ass
Critics like my balls, bitches get jealous
Y'all on some old funny-ass shit, hang with a bunch of fellas
You can't fuck with me, shiny head like telly savales
Look at your favorite rap star, corny as a motherfucker
Scarecrow hardcore
I flip your tour bus over, pull your plug on your stage show
On your fuckin tour
Put a piece of your fuckin hand in the refridgerator
Book your shit monday
You'll see me with three niggaz with stockin caps
With sawed-off shotguns, waitin for your black asses
Then come to apollo to play, blow your session away
You don't wanna fuck around
I don't give a fuck if you in the studio with bodyguards
You can hide behind fuckin big ray
Bash you in the face with a fuckin ashtray
Move you out in a stretcher
Walk you to the fuckin ambulance
With blood all over my fuckin pants
That's what you get for tryin to do a b-boy stance
Next i'ma step to all you homo ass niggaz that dance
Move that glittery shit out my vision
And face the fuckin collision
Treat you like the lifers group
27 years, i'ma act like i'm in fuckin prison
Say somethin now motherfucker, say somethin!
I bite your fuckin nose, spit back in your fuckin lap
See somethin funny? see somethin funny?!
See somethin funny motherfucker?! amputate your face off
Fuck around cut your shoulder blade off
Disconnect three of your fingers
You won't be able to point at shit
Or wave a fuckin cab down
Look at you bleedin with that rap shit on the fuckin ground
That's right motherfucker
You knew i was comin to see you from the beginnin
But you was talkin all that bullshit
But i'ma see you in, time
That's right, when i get to yo' motherfuckin ass
I'ma work my way up there
See youse a faggot ass nigga
You moved to the suburbs
You think you safe, workin by phone
You can't go nowhere, and you hidin
You stay in hotels, and ??
And smoke a bunch of fuckin weed, that's right
Lookin at each other
Fuckin each other in the ass
Bullshittin and playin with playstation
I'ma tell you straight
I ain't no kid, i'm a grown-ass fuckin man
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