[Kool Keith]
Yeah, Bronx, New York City!
Kool Keith

Nobody can't see me no more, or be me no more
The latest rapper who is it, I don't even watch TV no more
Just 16 points a night, Atlanta Hawk cheerleaders, clap when I score

My urination bounce off the basketball floor
My texture is tight, wipe my $$# on the fiberglass
Top draft pick, I'm up in here, you know it homes

Compare me to Sean Puffy Combs
The New Jersey Nets won't ignore the bassline dunk
C'mon, jump

Shocked the V.I.P. section
My sneaker prints, show on the backboards with affection
Top to bottom I got 'em


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Keep on jumpin, girls keep pumpin [x3]


[Kool Keith]
No tipperillos, ingredients better, the pie roaster

You must be smokin dust, pull up on you like Doug Collins
Albert and Bernards, I burn hard
Can't stop me the show is not finish

You saw what happened to Steven Houston, like Ron Artest
Rookies comin against ya, is only gonna play 3 minutes
My team form in the corner, better than Carmello's jumper

Your wife watchin me in mid-air, then I'm on fan
Don't hate me, you hate Bryan Pumper
The underhand fingerroll, when he walked off the court

Not impressed with the kicks, who designed the sole
My bottom feet stay on the shoulders of Manute Bol
I'm worst against the clock

Go tell Pee Wee, I'm the best on your block
Top to bottom I got 'em


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[Kool Keith]

My inside game is hard to rub next to the boards
My lyrics flow, next to yours
Your turnaround is lame, my fadeaway is spectacular

Confront TNT, the show with Charles Barkley
My simple lay-up looks 10 times better than yours
You better on the floors

Your mixtape, I call your DJ pause
You know the flower