(feat. Mark Live)

Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens Manhattan, Staten Island

Keith! In the house

[Kool Keith]

It ain't about the (*##$ with a wig like she comin from China
Y'all fronted in rented Benzes with Avis on 'em
No breakfast, I'm goin home, $#&@ Chelsea or diner

Let the guys with the chrome buckets expose the cuffs, be a co-signer
I'm in your $$# man, close like your Starter jacket liner
Dr. J sharper, plug your $$#hole up with a tub stopper

Your wife's a New York City Breaker
Your baby's mom is a pop-locker, know the metropolitan area
Custodian ^!$$%, you sanitation worker %#@! cleaner

Floor mopper, look down on the city with binoculars
Piss out at choppers
Defecate 80 thousand feet in the air

I flip your small game, take your small urban territory
Put the street in the air
My %#@! rise, increase like subway fare

Scuffle your dinner wear
Your sneaker line ain't makin it, I piss on four pair
You know the big-head boy from the projects, !@$!ed mother$#&@er

You know you be in child care, you better stay there
Your crew get picked up with %#@!ty diapers from daycare
Your foe be his crib death

The top rappers receive hot dogs up they $$#, they get F
Mark flush the toilet, you %#@! next
Expand your stomach range with tummy pains

%#@! in the back of your Bentley when it rains
Leave your wooden panels with %#@! stains
Throw the turds out the windows

Watch them bounce in the carpool lanes
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The %#@! expand, over your Jacob the diamond watch
The ^&@#$ is loose, we piss in your hand


[Mark Live]
Yo... yo where's the block at? Uhh

They say 106th & Park is on, I'm mad, $#&@ it it's on
I haven't heard a hard record in years, uhh
Everybody dancin, Harlem Shakin, strip Free naked

And put a pole up, and watch the ratings go up
And if AJ steps, take his Jacob and slap off the makeup
I'm in the crowd like Lee Malvo, with a sniper rifle

A hockey mask, a butcher knife
Yo who knows what I'll do
They sellin dreams with a rap battle - uh-huh

Look - yeah - you rappers are kids, and rappin with a rap rattle
... nobody ever comes out - that's right
No twelve inches, no fires, no jets

Early retired, no links
No chains, no videos, no baguettes - uhh
"Don't Speak," uh-huh - I'm gettin Gwen Stefani

She's tossed up, sellin #~!!@ like every week
So don't fight me - uhh, you can hype me - that's right
I'm liable to go out with a terrorist style

I'm liable to flow out with a terrible style
Viacom bought you (suckers)
I'm outta here ^!$$% I'm changin the dial


[Kool Keith]
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[Kool Keith]
No more cars and %#@!, we suicide bombers
^!$$%, walk up in your radio station

We get gas from the gas station ^!$$%
You better ask public relations, blow out your DJ booth
With hats off, like mother$#&@in Dr. Seuss

No buckets, strictly bombs under the North Face goose
Caught you with acid baby
We put it in your mother$#&@in orange juice
$#&@ a turned up cap
How bout a burnt up mother$#&@in baseball cap

With a whack-ass rap
We detonate with three sticks of dynamite through your turntables
Blow out your $$# crack
You ain't the mother$#&@in pimp, you ain't the mother$#&@in mack
Review this right, you gon' drink a daquiri

Are you gon' come back to me
Are you gon' get smacked from me
$#&@ around look how you act to me... (*##$... Hot 97

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