[Kool Keith]
Ladies and gentlemen, live from Detroit, Michigan, with
A

Jam-packed crowd of 55, 245 people, it's Kool Keith, the
Rhythm X, with Godfather Don, at the St. Nichalous
Arena

With Lex Lugor and the man with many faces

I'm like Billy Messenger, rhyme like a passenger

Carrying packages, moving like a messenger
On the street, you talk and you ask in the
I'm coming out, where the hell is your manager?

MC's in New York, everyone wack in the
He's dance falling, take and pay all the cash in the
Another check, spin the record too much and the

Whole lotta junk turning hard on the radio
Flop to flop, pop to pop
MC's stop making tapes, cupcake the trues from

Lose dumb, MC's try to battle and
At the Lyracist Lounge, many scrounge and scrounge
Take 'em back to the real %#@!, real legit

Any rapper on a label should resign and quit
MCA, Arista, Interscope, Jive, Columbia
How could you let a scum be a

Styling threat, style and bet, you'll regret
I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson
Wasting time with another wack act

Making whoop and shoot should be doo doo on a pooper
Scoop
I see the industry buggin', but they don't know no

Better
I take one two three
Looking at me, sounding like me

Walking like me, clapping like me
Stealing my style and even hardcore and keeping rapping
Like me

I kick it, but they wait, handicapped standing on the
Side
Looking like Shaggy and Scooby Doo trying to get

Through
Styles they go one two three four five six seven eight-
Oh nine ten

Eleven twelve thirteen, fourteen MC's try the mix with
The kid
That flaunts your style, come like Barney Rubble


But a kid will have to open a box of tricks
Lickity licky lick styles


Next up the Godfather Don making his way against the
Undertaker and

The Ultimate Warrior. MC's take your seat for the next
Match, because
There's the moment to miss. Wait til you see the

Twisting styles of
The Godfather Don.


[Godfather Don]
I stick the styles, uplift my piles like masking tape
You !@(# while your $$# all blasted baked

>From this endless onslaught like? court
I'm on court with spawns that's born tortured
Dismember, limbless winner

Tims will stomp and send hymns to remember
When you first got a peak at the esquisite lyric
Ever visit a complete rapture

Or see perhaps a need for rap disease
The need to trak a often exonerated bombing I'm first
To use

I'm rated X, Rhythm, sprayed by techs given
Your %#@! is wack, got execs quitting
I'm %#@!ting, it's getting morbid

Poor kids with sore !@$%s getting dicks with raw dick
It's time to sever the heads of less than clever I bled
To never ever tread the mess to sever

Attacking to when I'm rapping disintigrating verbatim
I chippy chop and I ate 'em but rate 'em I slayed 'em
And baked 'em
With an unleaded more higher to burner more
In other words elevated weighted gets more

Raw, for your example, I gets mad and middle
Ran to venues when you couldn't add
Dial, styles, styles

[Kool Keith]

Once again world champion leaders of the WBCS! Kool
Keith, Rhythm X, and
Godfather Don! Raking #1 overall champion over Lex
Lugor.
The family Beatnuts, Organized Konfusion