Chorus: kool keith      I see maxi curls (yeah! ...)   Players, activator   I see maxi curls (yeah! ...)   Remote control alligators      [kool keith]   I got skill, you’re on my tip, now back off   Slack off, let me do this, and y’all turn the wack off   The radio stereo here we go, flow and blow   Puerto rico, southside, latin, you’re feed pattern   Black people mingle, white people, buy my single   Bingo bangle, let go my steel eggo   Throwin rhymes in spirals like joe klecko   Miami dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and   You be hatin debatin, regurgitatin   Ratin latent, and perpetratin   My album’s love mics, tough like dirt bikes   You get frantic, new york city, run and panic   California, I switch up, boogie on ya   Like don cornelius, on soulllllllllll train!   And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain   A bigger pain, you would need novacaine   Bite off rakim, you copy big daddy kane   You know my steelo, I rhyme against a million people   Who think they equal, disguisin as jamaican people   Fakin, funkin, you’re pedigree, your beat is sunk in   Tonka toy of little boy, steppin down to roy   I’m no joke, I rap for cash and you’re buyin a coat   Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma   Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through   Yeah..      Chorus      [kool keith]   Bout it bout it, like master p, makin money g   No time for promos, get paid when I mc   You know my feeling, I’m dealing, with tracks so real and   Radio blackout, your format, is not appealin   R&b can step up, but can’t compare to me   You oughta know -- how, i, feel   That’s wack, with bookbags, packed on your back   Video bop, my skin is black bet   Program your channels, your grandkids wanna see me   Freakin status, freakin styles, freakin flows   Freakin foes, freakin lyrics, freakin spirits   I make a def person hear it   Duplicate you demonstrate, what I used to make   Remakes I watch, your crew’ll imitate   Motivate still skills to pay bills   Creative sauce, watch out, I’m your boss   On panasonic like steve, style bionic   You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin   You be out lurkin for danger, in my ranger   You think I’m bugged man? with catwoman, like a stranger   Packed with speed, supersonic level reed   Steelo jets and bill blass like rockets   In your pockets, damagin your brain sockets   Yeahhhhh?       Chorus      [kool keith]   Like mobile, settin up shop in alabama   For proper grammar, my style arm & hammer   Strong computer, underground like roto rooter   Fools critics they mimic, copy, sloppy   Mc’s get hurt, you blockhead, try to stop me   Digital thinkin, you’re blinkin, career sinkin   Old like mod squad, you rap like lincoln   Sideburns turned, you catchin ringworm   A heavy virus, worser than, hepatitis   Schizophrenic like ten people out the clinic   Yankee stadium uptown, you can’t win the pennant   I do construction, you pack up your whole production   Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction   Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right   Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags left   Your style is a, b, c-d   E-f, g-h, i-j-k, l-m-n-o-p, q-r-s   Don’t test, I taught you how to get your deals   You put my style on your reels   You went uptown, claimin my sound   Get back, stay down      Chorus 2x      [kool keith]   Maxi curl, activator   Brought to you by, kool keith