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KOOL KEITH lyrics : "Keith Turbo"

[Kool Keith]
New York City! (Keith Turbo)
You're listening to the number one

The one and only (Keith Turbo)
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Pontiac, GTO

That's right, we do it like that
Keith Turbo, the new man
Here we go


Move in close range, with the ARTCC
Air Route Traffic Control Center

I freeze MC's at maximum degrees
??, from the street when I ripped apartments
and the Corman suites

Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace
Your girl starin in my face at 7,000 feet
Turbo, jets in the @@#!pit

You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all

Attack ya like roaches
Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport
Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance

Runaway 18-L, pilot one, change in your slot
Number two you're through, dischargin your battery
Stop rappin to me

New York City's number one MC, that's real G
Who's that kid B? Passengers are in position
Change your whole vision

Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Fakin like you Tommy Gibbs

Technology program, you used to know
I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right


(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO

(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
Man (Keith Turbo)
I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls

That's right
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerillas]
It's all Turbo

Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what to do


RPM 600 pound gorillas, 22 not hot
Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks
Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people

Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars

You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin you a lesson
False representation'll leave y'all sweatin in the train station

Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura
That's why I laugh at ya
like a anorexic model on the crack bottle

Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Endor!@&(ts from the universities can't stop my abilities

Financial trainin on the campus
Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency

Don't mess with me

(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO

(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO


That's right y'all, it's all about NASA
When I ride around in my NASCAR

Don't think I'm Richard Petty, or Bobby Unser
or even Al Unser, it's all Indy 500 when I run around
You know it, I come with the fluid like Jackie Stewart

(Keith Turbo)

(Keith Turbo)
(Keith Turbo) [laughing]

(Keith Turbo) [laughing]


(Keith Turbo)

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