[Kool Keith]
Yo yo yo
Worldwide, worldwide

Kool Keith in Bronx housing
Ninety-nine, 2000
As we get biz, yeah

I'ma let you have it
Let's do this


Yo, my life is clientele, while pro people talk about me
Cut empty pocket, shark faces like electric sockets
Sideburns with afro, nasty pro, throw like Rollo

In Wells Fargo, cashin checks while you tryin to borrow
My game is cut through, plastic come, we can see through
disco music, jazz loops, I ain't tryin to be you

Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design
My head is on right
Back up kid you wasn't born right

Playin center I block your wack raps like Bill Cartwright
Pick up your rebounds, plastic soft production sounds
All MC groups will be cartoons like Mother Goose

No joke I bust back
Kid for real, watch your buttcrack
Entourages, movin neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers

Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages
Cadillac spin, open magazines, Vibe again
You're jealous stare lickin, paws like you're Rin-Tin-Tin

I'm back again, I stop your programs like Gentle Ben
Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)


[Chorus x4: Kool Keith]

I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil

School today! Grown man, I don't play

[Kool Keith]

Back up the turnpike, watch Mad Max turn into you
Get gassed at truckstops, leave diesel fuel, burnin through you
I come to boo you, best believe, I'm a damager

Cancel shows, interviews, I don't need no manager
Slash fan, half of y'all, think I'm the Elephant Man
Look through my records !@#^yze me like I'm Michael Jackson

Collect my vinyl DJ moves spinnin on my wax and
groupies in line, camera flashes, I don't need the action
Sweaty hotels, dumbbells, I'd rather shop in Modell's

while y'all wear backpacks, with corny macks, rollin L's
CD's get melted, ask your favorite rapper, how he felt it
I turn on others, light up this, when I'm cookin muffins

That's on the grill, make your girlfriend buy my Ampex reels
Pay for studio time, droppin verse with dope words
I'm on the real herb, pick up mics you got some nerve

Rahway State Prison bring my projects in the music business
That's if you with this, yo Craig, there will be no witness
I'm comin through with Bronx Crew, a black, boo-ba-babboon

Tecs in my pockets make your feets dance, do the lockin
Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. yeah..)


[Chorus]

[Kool Keith]

Yo, what are you doin lookin in my closet?
Why are you tryin to try on my sneakers?
Stop lookin around in my kitchen

That's right it's Honeycomb up there, raviolis
Everything a regular man eats
I'm not the Elephant Man, whassup?


You don't scare me, I'm the man that bought your girl some hair
Walk in giant arenas and stop your show at Madison Square

With security, you can't call the Secret Service
Got your roadie cases packed up, your bookin agent nervous
Backstage passes special units break your Fendi glasses

Cancel your flights, Town Car, see me in the brown car
Rip up your passport, I follow you through Kennedy airport
Lock up the gates, town seize up, like Norman Bates

Book Hotel Niko change my face up, in Puerto Rico
Julio Gongado bumpin beats, in a El Dorado
I'm movin swiftly, the game is fast, very quickly
Greyhound bus tickets, I'll vick you for the whole season
That's the reason I'll be easin, eatin cheese and

that's right kid, yeah (yeah.. yeah..)

[Chorus]

Yeah, that's right, watch your backpacks

For the nine-nine to the 2000
From Bronx Housing
Housing...