[!@$^o movie sex scene for the first 0:29]

[Kool Keith:]

The world gon' criticize, talk
Lean over with a trenchcoat
Cross they arm like Peter Falk

Inspect my %#@!, dissect my %#@!
Like the nurse takin samples of my urine bottles down to the hall
... I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball

These ^!$$%z can't be serious with flowers on they shorts
Playin volleyball
Oversaturated %#@! on the street, I'm tired of y'all

With goo gobs, of applied %#@!
That's that in-house spit
Oh you on some gangster shot %#@!~?!

Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation
Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation
Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton

The (*##$es pry for IHOP-pers
Elephants with baby fat jackets
Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy

Baby $#&@in with niccarightus make those, 8 tons of fun's woman
That cook fit and lift dumptrucks become sleepy and lazy
Six quarter peas by yourself for weight loss programs in New York

Obesity mother$#&@ers even Sam, know you're crazy
Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me


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[unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered]

CD's caters as these stanzas quantize this %#@!
Let daylight this document sunrise the %#@!
I love them sun visors when I spit

Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane %#@!
Saw the muzzle off, that ^!$$% piss on your pit
'Til he shake nervous

Watch him bark in the storeroom bear a frown worthless
Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck
(*##$ in the front, with them !@%$ out, shirtless

I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump
When I lay words down your $$# jump
Like Mike from the foul line, ballers scrape the balls

Speakers don't make economical !@$(
Instantly Alpine, cell boost ^!$$%z
Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth

Look over your shoulder, can't flow ^!$$%z
in the maxi-coat, maybe mink
I can't wait to sport my %#@! in front of basketball players

And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki
Cognac frontin $$# with the conseeki
With Mike Jack's father $#&@ it I'ma fire Casey

That's for Joe Jiggy, you sit on your $$# with spider webs
Because you never made it pro niggy