Yeah, I've been around the mother$#&@in' world
The $#&@ you know?


Yo everybody wanna talk %#@!
When you make a new album
It's not good as the last one

How many have sold?

See all them cheap-ass ^!$$%z that review your record

Them suckers with fancy iPods, like a (*##$ they download
And go on the internet like a booking agent asking you for a free show
They destroyed the goodness like somebody pissin' in the snow


A bunch of underground groups, $#&@in' up the game
Goin' out with they $$# out and a cheap-ass band

For five hundred a night, that's the reason why hip-hop is dead
Your venue is booked up, with circus clown acts


That perform cheaply, in your local paper
I see the same lame ^!$$%z in the Village Voice and the L.A. Weekly
Doin' them same bull%#@! gigs repeatedly

These cats performin' for cold cuts and juice backstage
Need to stop immediately


People that can't find your record, stop lyin' and go to Virgin
Otherwise you should cut yourself in the face like a surgeon
Always searchin' on the web, like you spend money

When the merchandise show up you got thin money

Always talkin' out your $$#

(Shut the $#&@ up)

I remember when chicks used to $#&@ a superstar

Now they want you to meet they boyfriend
And go home with them and meet they brother in the car
And play some rapper who's tryin' to be Kool Keith, that %#@! is bizarre


They gettin' sick on the floor on drugs like Anna Nicole Smith
Vomitin' every night; they takin' it too far

After I get off stage they wanna hop to another bar
C'mon man, I got one night in your town


You're gonna play a bull%#@! guy on your CD that sound like I sound
Promoters wanna talk %#@! and pull me down
Pick me up from the airport in a bull%#@! truck and drop me off

(*##$ you ain't gotta take me around

I find the mall, any way to rejuvenate

Is Keith gonna show up? Oh you can hate
Hippie Euro savin' !@$(, I was there live
Right in London for two weeks with my $#&@in' outfit


All these rumors how the $#&@ they get in your head?
Where you hear this %#@!? I'm in Paris tonight

I did, I quick and split

Always talkin' out your $$#

(Shut the $#&@ up)
Always talkin' out your $$#
(Shut the $#&@ up)


All them acts, y'all call them ^!$$%z
Ain't no real showmen like bull%#@! rock bands

With black t-shirts, what's creative about this? You tell me first
These people supportin' 'em wear tight-ass pants


Skulls on they belt buckles be the worst
I've been in three hundred million ten magazines
What the $#&@ you gon' wait for me to die like James Brown

To put me on the cover of Spin magazine?

Pages out here that's full of untalented mother$#&@ers I've never seen

Young editors with a dick in they mouth on the scene
I'm your $#&@in' kid's dream, jewelry and a lot of #~!!@
Already I feel like I play on a basketball team


Whatever you don't like you can hate
I know you a guy that just got the job cause you $#&@in' fake
I take your chick out for dinner for a milkshake
You name a rapper you like, I'm not funny at all duke

I'll take a piss in his face

Always talkin' out your $$#
(Shut the $#&@ up)
Always talkin' out your $$#

(Shut the $#&@ up)

Always talkin' out your $$#
(Shut the $#&@ up)
Always talkin' out your $$#

(Shut the $#&@ up)