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Prepare, bro. Favorite track: Prepare.
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Previously Unreleased recordings from 1993-1996

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released November 6, 2007

Produced by KutMasta Kurt for Funky RedNeck Productions

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Kool Keith Bronx

Kool Keith began his rap career with the group Ultramagnetic MCs. After the release of Critical Beatdown, Thornton was reportedly institutionalized in Bellevue Hospital Center. However, he later said that the idea that he was institutionalized came from a flippant remark made during a stressful interview and he never expected the story to become so well-known. ... more

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Track Name: Prepare
Yeah she lookin' good from back there. I know her I went to high school with her.
Check this out, one time when I get time...um hum

Yo girl, take off them drawers let's get busy
I'm the road wrecker, they say "yo who is he?"
Put on your boots and your fly little G-String
Like Snoopy Dog said, it's a G thing
I gotta flip your lid, you turn dog style
69, I grind, you come frog style
C'mon freak, I know you swing it every week
Your sticky underwear soggy in the west heat
Don't let me come out to Oakland in a Frisco
I don't care where, even in a disco
You pack panties and call your friends up
I put you on the hood, now crank you Benz up
You know the flavor it's titty, titty bang, bang
This ain't no cartoon, chitty chitty bang, bang
Wash the cootie cat, watch the booty rat...yeah you know what?

Chorus: Prepare, when i come with no underwear
(Repeat 3x)
Prepare when i come

Now you actin' up, I got the grease up in the bottle
Come and get the work out you hot momma model
You do aerobics, you gonna have to bend over
Smack that butt, no rubbers bring ten over
Stop squeezing your lips and your legs together
I wear my latex suit right in the bad weather
I let my seat vibrate, you on my motorcycle
I have you buggin' and flippin' on your own cycle
You say, man oh Keith yo my kitten hurt
Let's get on the grass and rugged dirt
You know I'm gentle girl easy no pain to be
I heard you like it form the back coming anally
Let's get a cheap hotel, let's get a cheap motel
I got no time for show and tell
You better step up girl with clean panties
Don't forget your Norforms girl

Chorus: (Repeat 6x)

Yeah I'm standin' naked in the bathroom
Sweepin' your panties with a dust pan and broom
You leave a barrel of drawers I still sniff 'em
Yo Kurt stand back I need a tow truck to lift 'em
I got lotion to pump and more Vaseline
My fantasy to freak a honey using gasoline
I know I scheme on 'em just like a pro
If Dawn was home i'll send my role to En Vogue
I make ya jump up and down, yo Keith wind me up
I'm in the closet, yo Keith come and tie me up
I know you girls out there, I know you like it well
I like pancakes, I wonder how that cat smell?
We in the dark, yo quick yo pull 'em to the side
Yo make it snappy, your mom's waitin' in the ride
You better go home, get ready with the masengil
I'm comin' naked, meet me on the hill!

Chorus: (Repeat 8x)

That's right, prepare when i come with no underwear
Everywhere. look around as I dare, you stare
This ain't no drum you tap the snare
This ain't grey bear, look around, smell the air
Prepare when i come with no underwear!
Track Name: You Know The Game
Pimp: Yo Keith, let me tell you sumthin' son: Rap is big business. They been signing wack M.C.'s since the begining of time. It's been goin' on, and it continues goin' on...

I'm Rhythm X, Kool Keith, Papa Large same time the Phantom
Four People in one, sometimes I can stand 'em
My lyrics spark the world on a station in your program
Girls get wild, this ain't no slimey corny slow jam
I walk around sometimes in Santa Cruz, California-I-A and drop the funky news
The kids flowin' with speed like Jesse Owen
Mexican girls I love 'em mixed with Samoan
I go cruz up the west going ta Oakland-Town
Passin' Fremont the Caddy runnin' Oakland bound
I Turn a right an make a left on a nice block
No time for drugs cocaine and a nice rock
I might lean to the side like i'm Super-Fly
Smoke no skag, i'm bugged and a Super-Guy
I might flip out: My attitude change
People in America, whoo they think i'm strange
I'm not no regular man or the average man
I might trip-out, sometimes i think i'm Batman

Chorus:
Girl: You know the game
Keith: This time they gotta play it
(Repeat 4x)

I read my comic books, I bring my cartoons to life
Gangsters and Immortals they can bleed with a knife
I straight bug 'em my way, they live their fantasy
I seen wilder stuff, what they tellin' me?
That's just an act from them, they in a studio
Wildin' on wax and perpetratin' in they video
I hate to look at TV, I'm getting sleepy
They grabbin' Dr Dres' sound try' na get sneaky
I see my style so different they can't take it
2 million rappers and everybody wants to make it
4 thirds are wack and stop and clog the industry
You wanna sign him? to me i think he sound like pee
I was dissed and insulted at the Gavin
800 wack M.C.'s (huh, huh) they kept me laughin'
Playing and perpetratin' you thinkin' and debatin'
All this time, no one and still has awakened

Chorus (Repeat 6x)

Flight in, flight out, every single night out
Lookin' at people jumpin' you puppets with no clout
I got no deal in that part, no half a second movie
I stay down low, my music touch still groovy
I look at contracts what's up with Warner Brothers?
My day on the sliver screens with condoms and more rubbers
You bet your socks again, this Bronx kid rocks again
Smokin' that blunt your black lungs need oxygen
Who you cool with, and stupid who you fool with?
Never mind my mental friend i went to school with
My style is pro, connecting to a fessional
Breaking it down like tiny parts in a mineral
I chill and watch M.C.'s, they don't see me
2 hundred 80 million, a thousand try to be me
Yo company's are dumb, bum's signin' anything
In the long run, you're stuck with a chicken wing
Wasting your money these acts they can't rhyme
You're dealing with cornflakes, a lemon head an lime
Everybody's mean and walkin' up on the scene
They're pure bacon, a brand new pack of sizzle lean
I hate to walk on over and pull and pick your file
Like a bandit i wear a mask and vic your style

Chorus (Repeat 8x)

Pimp: Yeah, i hear what you sayin' man, you just gotta keep on doin' what you doin'
With all these people runnin' the game, you just gotta play the game
Goldy know about that, you should know that too. Think about the real players...
Track Name: Rubba Love
The Voice Of Reason: Yeah check it out Kool Keith is back ya'll, Big Wille, Papa Large, kickin' the funk for you jealous people out there, check it out.

I see you moving your feet, bopin' ya head, noddin ya head,
dropin' ya head the sounds of the phantom
Kickin' on the dance floor you move and boogie more
I represent for the world like the president
Strong as a bag of dust, style like and elephant
No rapper out there, M.C.'s on my public hair
Girls stare section 8 i'm on welfare
Collectin' papes and hearing wack city tapes
You in the fruit crew rappin' with a bunch of grapes
I see M.C.'s on videos and the music box
That story's weak that your mean and you're bustin' Glocks
You're just an old stone kid, pebble throwin' rocks
I'd rather drive and ooh with your girl friend
Your man is ugly the kid look like Gentle Ben
Don't get hype cuz your style man ain't my type
You better step off I see it in your eye

Chorus: Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba looove
(Repeat 4x)

Back again my friend I drop you spin the record
One stations' confused and the others can't check it
You playin' stuff to me that sounds local
I didn't even hear it down south in Acapulco
I write national you play it for the whole world
Brothers with the perm and girls with the Jheri Curl
So many rapper i have to call Sandman
Do do in the pollo and everybody's wack man
I watch BET and MTV
Around the globe all the girls wanna see me
I'm in your club tonight I can wear a suit
With my man Malik, L.O. spendin' mega loot
My pockets fat, my Caddy with a diamondback
Mature honey's get wet wanna hit the sack
I count 10 thou and throw it on a Coup De Ville
I'm up in Burbank with acres out in Cherry Hill
I'm livin' stupid and people think I'm Bob Barker
With my food stamps I'm home watchin' Archie Bunker
My neighbor's nosy that old lady Rosie
Sucka's in the musical biz think they know me
They buyin' charts and flicks in the Billboard
Can't rap for crap with nerve to hold a mic chord
I cut radio waves with a Zoro Sword
You think I'm small lady in the red Ford
You in the mirror lookin' in my face
Ah ha, so that's how it is?

Chorus x4

Third and Lex I fix my radio a sudden change
That R&B live band with singers sounds strange
Everybody's a fool if you think it's cool
Sittin' with Ex-Lax on the potty stool
I got tissue for you in the projects
Playin' the bomb drinkin' Balantine X
I see brothers in cars pump they Alpine
They bought Snoop Dog and want a free tape of mine
Shame on you baby paw you so cheap
I hop in a Cadillac and drive up the street
I see my man, my tape he bought in his hand
He got green stacks and props in a rubber band
I'm on the wheel side drivin' on the left side
Checkin' out honey dips and freaks on the westside
I got big blow and all sorts of Bubble Yum
Bad breath kids step, rappers need chewing gum
I'm like De La, droppin' kickin' more soul
Sounds are new and they drum machines sound old
Lyrical dummies, I make 'em turn do a summy
Girls surprised I'm black and I'm not bummy
I ride the train and still flip out on your brain
I move your dome to a lot lift it with a crane
You on my D head get back off my chisel
Chic a chic awwweee

Chorus x4

The Voice Of Reason: Yeah this goes out to all the people in the world who are still jealous, Jealous of the next man, jealous of the next girl
That's right, still jealous, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Track Name: From The Back
Spanish Girl: Buena tienda ahí. Compré un poquito de lingerie. Keith baby  baby

Chorus: Give it all from the back, that's where it's all
Give it all from the back
Girl: You know it's fat
(Repeat 2x)

Hey yo girl you see me lookin' the freaky deaky phantom
The national sex line on phones when i plant 'em
Lovin' ya down from your head to your toes
Kissin' ya eyes i got my lips on your nose
Girl I see ya really sweat your bra n panties wet
And if you want me inside I got a condom
I gotta shave you tonight, I wanna do it right
Don't make it hard the kitty kat tight
Come jump around yo girl and grab my back
I'm a show you some private shows and how to act
Go get your two hands and put it on the kitchen table
You givin' love to me don't wake up Aunt Mabel
I see you're sexy cherry with the black boots
I never perform positions eating fruit loops

Chorus: (Repeat 2x)

I know she Black, Mexican, mixed with Puerto Rican
With brown light eyes her wet middle hear me speakin'
I must lick on her, make her be my Lolly-Pop
Make her moan and groan and say don't stop
I gotta see a new purple funky garter belt
Her warm inside, my rubber tell me how it felt
I put the light on, her buns and let 'em shine
I took her under my wings, now she's mine
I give her clothes and pawn shop diamond rings
Chinese food a dollar fifty on a chicken wings
I take her upstairs and max in the bath tub
She give me good love a kiss and a back scrub
I wine and dine we drink the cheapest wine
Mad Dog, let's take a sip for the road
I'm bustin' off releasing all my heavy load
You my student, jack it up in the air

Chorus: (Repeat 2x)

Spanish Girl: Emm Keith Papi, i heard what you did to umm Maria
y me dijo que le diste un besito en el... mmmmm...

With dark black shades I'm layin' down in the bed
With your hot red shoes, you're playin' sleep like your dead
I tap you once, you wake up real quick
Your other hand there, your other hand on my...
I see you down on you're knees going down low
You look like Pam Grier young with-out an Afro
I give you toys and games in a basket
A big dildo a jammy made a plastic
You got the KY the man got the jelly
Rub it on, and watch me lick it off your belly
I like your mirrors and gold chandeliers
I wanna make you my wife

Chorus: (Repeat 2x)

Spanish Girl: Put the cherry's in mi cosita por que...
mmm... Sabe tan rico... I was telling Josie que.. Y le dije a Sonia que tú también me hiciste la ffffff 
all night, I remember dónde me pusiste la miel. Oh yeah. And that cream, ha... mmmmm... Esa noche nunca la voy a olvidar. Pagará mis panties porque.
Track Name: Big Eyes
(Crazy Laughin') Yeah never less as i come in my green Cadillac with my purple cape un-circumcised with no rain coat, with no underwear, prepare for the Phantom
With yo big eyes ha huh ha huh, yeah

As I lyrical flip my body never wear underwear
Girls stare I pluck in they public hair
The masquerade i'm crazy with a switch blade
I cut jaws the face of a wild shark
I love Cal Can "Roof!" can a dog bark
I'll bite ya girl make a women catch rabies
Then eat Gerber from a jar like the babies
I like cereal, yo you Captin' Crunch
Juggle my jellybeans, Yo captain munch
I like roach spray mixed in my gin and juice
You better go get spray and make it strong
My tractor trailer, my private piece is quite long

Chorus: I look around the corner and see your big eyes
(Repeat 4x)

As I masturbate every time about 8
The last time I masturbated through the earthquake
I saw your picture girl Shirley Temple Jheri Curl
You walk around through a toilet and a do do world
I know the spokes are white a green Cadillac
Polka dot grey I'm satisfied I won't take it back
I need the mustard from the Whataburger
I spell it backwards I take my girl to king burger
You better rush on in an order fries
Before I get mad and start peein' in your eyes
Like Gomer Pile, "Surprise, Surprise"
You seen my drawers of course you see my rubber
No fat stretch marks I ain't the one you got the blubber
"What the hell am doin' I telling you that?"

Chorus: (Repeat 6x)

Missile check I'm aimin' four to your rectum
With mexican beans collard greens I respect 'em
You hold the apples while girls pull they pants down
I got a bottles of flies I'm throwin' ants down
Like Joe said one time I'm drinkin' straight rum
Chewin' they embryo, actin' like it's bubble gum
I get inside, bark and crank the truck
Cruz up the highway, you out there you stuck
You ain't the one I got no cables no goose
Look in the back I got no room, see my moose
I better hide what's left at 7 Eleven
Call the ranger, the phantom at 11
He got black boots and stains on my turtle-neck
My mink is yellow and tan female birds peck
I got no rags to clean I love the vomit
It makes me sexy, my underwear atomic
You smell the rose, I'm smellin' cookin' flower
I call your house and let it ring for an hour
I got to clean up my house set the mouse traps
I know one he's grey and cool and the mouse raps
I seen 'em seen 'em I seen 'em through peripheral vision
(Crazy Laughing)

Chorus: (Repeat 8x)

Yes, stop peepin' around in my window, I see you lookin'
I got no shades, he's comin' after me (More Crazy Laughing)
Yeah huh huh, I see you, stop peepin' in my windows
(Who's there) All my neighbors, I hear voices (Stay out my business)
Little people talkin' to me (More Crazy Laughing) Stay out my business
I be going to see the doctor tomorrow, (incoherent ramblings)
Track Name: Droppin' Seeds
Yes, I must come, put the toys away. check it out one time, let me get biz, what's this who this? it's me the man yeah deliverin' every plan, check it out one time, bust a rhyme

I be the phantom known as the brother to racer x
When girls fantasize my horror, they want sex
Abilities, a new tissue thank you please
My bang, bang, bang with hammers on my grill cheese
You see me nude in fact i'm takin' Theragram
Eatin' my pet cat and old virginia ham
Yo lady, i'm ready for beans and rice yo thank you mam
Yo Sam yo check them panties, yo black smell 'em
If they funky what you want me to tell 'em?
I seen her walking down town in my complexion
Cute thing, pitty pattin' my erection
She had to put out the cat and pour the milk out
Lick, lick, lick, i'm comin' naked with my silk out
Don't try to pay me no mind yo healthy country girl
We can play games, how bout me jerkin' off in wayne's world?
I see you ready like Eddie, I take you butt to beddy
Now put these freak boots on with you black teddy
I'm comin' home droppin' seeds on fat wax

Chorus: I'm comin' home droppin' seeds on the fat wax
(Repeat 4x)

Look out i'm comin' with my Mexican sombrero
Buritto, borado, my green El Dorado
I'm runnin' valley streams into Denver Colorado
You play out you toy pimps you bums better stay out
I got styles and fingers on the panty line
You wear cologne your White Diamond smell fine
You hip and hop up, don't make the steel pop up
If you was biscuits with gravy you get sloped up
Yo wake up, yo pay me your semen's getting wetter
I write 'em at home and send a funky sexy letter
You gotta go home your baby stay is real early
I'm not Larry, Moe or Three Stooge, I ain't Curly

Chorus: (Repeat 6x)

Yo get up yo girl, no time to get no sleep
Answer your pager it's naked man on your beep
I'm comin' cummin' baby runnin' runnin' won't you pump it?
You thump it you bigga 'ol butt you thump bass
My exciting moments releasing stuff on your face
I'm cummin' bam, bam and ridin' like a rowdy cowdy
You on a horseback and girls step up sayin' howdy
I go for miles and miles, I pack piles and piles
You know it's cold out, I come to turn the heat on
Yo girls step back, change panties turn the beat on

Chorus: (Repeat 8x)

That's right, comin' home, check it out one time with this rhyme
Lyrically I flow, but not like, you know, white like snow, kid when i come around blow, but my name ain't Joe making pizza dough
Track Name: Why You Frontin'? Featuring Slimm
Slim:
Yo wassup this Slim, uh oh you don't know me now? So what, I..oh it's like that, Oh ok, ok I see that

I never thought that honey would be playin' I ain't wid it
Forget it, it really don't mean much for me to hit it
Check the resume, baby they don't call me slim for nothin'
Somethin' in her nature had me thinkin' she be frontin'
But last time I checked I had status but she thinks she's the baddest black,
And I ain't havin' that, dig it
Baby what's ya function, cuz I know you be watchin' me from a far
when i was coolin' at the bar
I am who I are, but I ain't a super-star
It's like I wasn't born yesterday, why you tryin' play
Now maybe if I kicked the dummy roll then
You won't be so cold on the shoulder, but now you best move over
Cuz I'm older then you think, think about it
But now you be the one that's lookin' dumb
So Keith give 'em some

Chorus:
Keith: Honey tell me wassup
Slim: Now girl why you frontin'?
(Repeat 4x)

Keith: Yeah baby, you just fronted on my man
I'm Keith with the ill pack droppin' funk out the Cadillac
Yo Slim tell her, she ain't fly need the glass eye
I can see the plastic she don't us a prophylactic
Hangin' out thinkin' she could meet Wesley
Super star movie star, she pulls up in the average car
A green Pinto, license plate say Sacramento
Who's the person in da club beggin' for a drink?
Givin' an eye wink to the brother with a gold link
Her friends lookin' at the parkin' lot the silver Benz
I'm a regular nigga I ain't got no ends
I must be bald look like Bozo The Clown
I'm not your average jerk, you need a job go to work

Chorus: (Repeat 6x)

Keith: Back again I'm here I still could be on welfare
You don't care walin' by, the wind blowin' in your hair
Lookin' for Sylvester, Arnold Schwarzenegger
A Rolls Royce parked, you left your man in his Vega
What kind of class did your mom teach ya home training?
You walkin' home tonight, awe man it's rainin'

Slim: But don't blame the rain because you're weave is loose
And your nails are pressed-on cuz yo i got the juice
To get another one that looks just like ya
So I don't really sweat the situation, cuz girl you got me basin'
But how ya like me now, now you know what's goin' on
I'm not a trick, not a sucker, not a slip word it born
Your game is mad young for a second
I can see if you were maybe 16, you be trippin' nah mean?
But Hey it's your life you can choose who you wanna
But I'm gonna get to goin' cuz I'm knowin' how ya flowin'
Ya flowin' is a joke, ya program is broke
So peace girl, I'll see ya on a later note (laughing)

Chorus: (Repeat 8x)

Slim: Yo Keith let me tell you, I was cold swingin' it with baby girl in the club right,
but don't you know here comes Charles Barkley messin' my groove all up
She runnin' over to Chuck because is Benz is silver and my Mazda's green
But that's all cool though because I wasn'r givin' a five cent for cheese on a Big Mack, it's all good yo ceck this out here...

Keith: Man I was pulled up man with my black rag-top in my orange volkswagen man with my little mag rims, man nobody looked at me
Track Name: Remember Me?
Keisha: Hey wassup Tori?
Tori: Yeah Wassup Keisha?
Keisha: You heard about this party tonight?
Tori: Yeah once again it's on!
Keisha: Hey Saquille gone be there, you know we about to gank him for his money
Tori: Yeah and I heard R Kelly is gonna be there too
Keisha: Let's get pregnant and have they babies, alimony, child support
Tori: Yeah that's what I'm talkin' about a little bit 'a child support
Keisha: Pay us all your life...

Remember me back in the days, I used to call you
Practically beg you, to try to get with you
I got your pager number, "Rah Rah" let's rip it up
Honey's let's toast to this and fellas, let's sip it up
How's ya kid, ugly man or the babies?
I got chauffeur working with a pearl white Mercedes
Yes I do, my lines you can't get through
Gettin' beat up by your man your eyes are black and blue
Like OJ did Nicole, you're home lookin' old
Using detergent, the soap powder called Bold
You got nuthin' right now, tryin' milk a cow
Six phones in the house, how ya like me now?
Getting served in bed deserts on the head
3 time winner naked star I'm a thorough-bred

Chorus: Girls: Remember me?
Keith: No I don't, where I know you from?
(Repeat 7x)
Girls: I know you remember me!
Keith: No, I don't

Continuing you was all that, you got the right man
The kids are starvin', bills are comin' where's superman?
Ridin' around hittin' switches
Talkin' ta broads and all them other fake shhh...
You was the women one time always hung with stars
Hung in the bars, and rode in all the flyest cars
Tryin' be somebody, who you're not
You only know a person when his status levels' hot
When the party come, you on the guest list
A regular member your home-girls like to dis
You'd like to give a shout out to your boy friend
The Box is on, I hate to see your ugly face again
Now you're tryin' meet the Ewing and the Ant Mason
The whole Nick team, you steady dream keep chasin'
So annoying in fact, security gets you back
Around high class folks you don't know how to act
Keepin' it real, my pockets with a dollar bill
I ride in a cab, I see you walkin' up the hill
You got much to say, gossip mouth everyday
Go out dutch and all the fellas make 'em pay
?Too much ladies who still weak in the brain?
Now you turn on your TV, now you see me on Soul Train

Chorus

Keisha: Girl look there go Shaquille right there I be back, I'm about to go get them digits
Tori: Yeah girl you go do that, cuz that's all he can do for you anyway
Keisha: And you know it!

Not you, drinkin' Moet and actin' quiet
With your lips on that glass, I bet your life you didn't buy it
Walking around with your bag from the Conway
34th street, you suck your teeth, turn your eye away
Lookin' for the funny Joe, in his ride
I'm on your case that that old show Iron Side
Hangin' in Harlem eatin' chicken
Waiting for your kids father, checks in your WIC in
Callin' up kids for Hot 97 tix
Tryin' swindle, sneak up in the mix
Beggin' in clubs for the front seat
Livin' that life style, like pants without a crease
You on some new stuff I pull up and I call your bluff
Lookin' like that cartoon, the one they call Puff 'N' Stuff
I walked around, yo who did I see?
The same person in my face with her friends callin' me

Chorus

Keisha: Shaquille, look at Shaquille Junior, look at 'em he got your eyes, you must pay up now baby, yeah you did the crime, now do the time
Tori: Don't try yo fake the funk you know it's your baby, you got the money so why don't you pay up?
Keisha: Oh he gone pay up ain't cha? Yeah you are, cuz it's yours!
Track Name: Freak It
Yo what's goin' on? I seen what yous was doing, what's goin' on on the corner, how's work out there? Yeah i'm a see you tonight, take care, you know...alright

Hey Big Louie, Joey The Man the master mack
I got them broads with legs up in a Cadillac
I turn 'em doggy style, I turn 'em doggy wild
I bought 'em somethin' to eat I made 'em smile
They wanna dance double check in a local bar
That's my scene the phantom in a Go Go Bar
Like Luke said I got ta take a sky walker
Pumps and bumps, action man I'm no talker
You seen Benny around, he owe my honey's money
I'm here for business, yo boss go get Big Sonny
I'm into movies, yo Kurt start the camcorder
Take of those panties, yo baby start the tape recorder
I'm into Dannon yo girls taste the yogurt
I don't come quick, professionals control it
And who's these singers singin' up in my club
Freak it honey rated x

Chorus: Freak it honey (with girl) Rated x
(Repeat 4x)

Now put this teddy on, this red and black baby doll
With your high heel shoes, don't worry you won't fall
I must admit cha, I have to take a picta
When you walk away , I see your left eye switch a
I must say you are ready fro bondage
As I pull your hair and watch you stretch
You look around see the mask of the phantom
The skills to your bedroom, I must plant 'em
I look in windows and views with binoculars
I seen you wash up one time and a spot you miss
You don't know, I seen you in a video
With MC Hammer, my man Joe, here we go
I know you see me, I drive a green Cadilliac
With Tender Vittels, you bound to catch a mack smack
Yo where's Wille at, the blunt and the Phillie at?
I got employees with me selling kitty kat
C'mon girl, jump i like a groupie
No basket ball star, yo man she ain't doofy
C'mon and see the player swinger show
Forget them slow jams yo f that singer show
I come lay in the spot with now drawers
Freak it honey rated x

Chorus: (Repeat 6x)

Hey yeah come here love, let me tell you a little bit of somethin' in your ear one time (Girl: yeah), I'm a tell ya a little something, let me tell ya, come here

My pockets loaded I'm leanin' rollin' in a Caddy
The P-I-M-P flex the phantom mack daddy
I seen her walk in the clubs with through hips
Yo Pepsi Cola come here lem me take sips
Get up there girl, yo work it, yo work it when you tap dance
Come on and sit down the owner want a lap dance
I tip big don't get me mad you smoke a cig
Yo Big Ben drops checks and Franky drive a rig
I'm swingin' intimate, I got the east coast
Yo hand me that phone control 'n panties on the west coast
I got no lyrical time, aye yo you waste time
I got a meet 'n with some business on my mind
I got this taste for greens to feel a bill
Money in rubber bands you people think i'm ill
I'm keepin' close to home she in a Cadillac
I'd rather live well with big steaks in a stack
Yo Jack yo give me some credit, put your bet up
I got 'em all dancin' freaky Dee's workin' sweat up
It's easy baby three records get you live
Make 'em spend second pockets and step if they get jive
I close down tonight, you stop that fools fight
If you come in wild, don't play you bring it right
I pull your card, pluck your feathers and your crap game
Leavin' you cold with no diamonds and your gold
Don't touch my women Franky, play with my money
Freak it honey rated x

Chorus: (Repeat 8x)
Track Name: Time For Business
Emz: Yo Keith B, they got your phones tapped, they got he camera's everywhere, yo your whole joint is under surveillance. But i was peepin' it out and yo, i think i can fix it, know what i'm saying. Let me get busy; Then we can get busy.

Keith: I'm still the player, the mayor, the street corner government.
Increase my growth, my style is dap, so intelligent
Fierce with diamonds and rings sparkle on my finger
I pose with Ho's, my Lager and my Feld Linger
The big casino, with mega loot like Al Pacino
Sharing stocks and trading bonds with the whole Gambino
Rosa Maria pass me the pizza, for girls who front I tell 'em hasta la vista
Riding with the stupid funk, is it real?
My trunk full of Mack Ten's, grenades made of steel
I got more cash then Clinton, pay off the FBI
My game top notch, the phantom known slick and sly
I got a house in LA, and one in New York
Snitches around, I must be careful when I talk
I got the number to call Elizabeth Taylor
My movie star girl friend, my mobile home trailer
You call your lawyer, let's handle make a settlement
It's time for business, your man got to step back

Chorus:
Keith: It's time for business
Emz: Your man got to step back
(repeat 4x)

Closing deals on Capitol Hill, I spin the wheel
I shock point blank range, just like a street electric eel
I chew your face off, just like a great white shark
Atomic lights on, my Caddy bouncin' in the dark
Through 125 and down another live street
You in Hollywood, neon lights shine on Vine Street
I ride around see my jealous type enemies
Some friends of mines on drugs and bad memories
Sammy L and Teddy's back sniffin' cocaine
They die from heart attacks with bullets in they brain
I keep rollin' with the phantom face cryin'
Laughin' and gigglin' while everybody's dyin'
Who told you open that tube and try to sniff the glue?
You in emergency, the room is turnin' dark blue
With black potion, I look into the ocean
My fast life style is watchin' you in slow motion
You got the ketchup, you standing with no french fries
Marked for death, with glasses on your dirty eyes
I don't know in Jackie's bar who killed Mr Green
I was home with my girl friend named Bernadine
Don't try to pin it on me, come on Ben Casey
I'm workin' 9 to 5, the fed's think i'm lazy
I know my game, I'm mad freaky undercover
Exotic psycho, and California panty lover
I see the news and blood drippin' from my shoes
He messed up money jack, i'm not the one to pay his dues

Chorus x6

Now detectives appear they want a firm investigation
They tappin' my white phone for secret information
I get no sleep accumulatin' millions in a week
I walk by, you think I'm blind and I never speak
I see you scopin' my eye in the back of my head
Two blocks away, yo look around, now he's dead
Everybody's scheme is all vanilla ice cream
i catch you on the highway, put on my high beam
You see voodoo, you drop doo doo and a man appear
Happy birthday, goodbye in your last year
As I stand by your Hearst with the black coffin
You been sinning, winning, and flirting with the devil often
I hold the spirits, the songs to the murder case
No time for demons, don't step up in the phantom face

Chorus x8
Track Name: You Get Yours
Kurt: Yo Keith what up this is DJ Kutmasta Kurt, you know i get about 82 thousand 3 million records in the mail, but now i can only play about 2, what's up with that?

There are 8 billion 2 thousand white black records
They on my scrotum they should be on wack records
I know the industry is wet like a labia
Everybody's crazy gone hysterical
Def Jam flopped the whole Epic was a miracle
M.C.'s came psycho, toy like Tyco
Poppin' that weak shit like Myers you ain't Michael
I left my sons in space behind years ago
Coco puffs your crew remind me of a Cheerio
You're like a condom an old piece of dried up sperm
Don't try to mess with me, you rappin' fuckin' germ
M.C.'s come up they call themself now Papa
I'm entertained watchin' prime time do do droppa
You dissed the naked man, you ain't the boss man
I run over panties and heads with a Range Rover
I kid nap Amy grab my tapes back from Marc Genova
And stick an enema pipe right into Faith Newman
You think I'm Lincoln, Abraham, or Harry Truman

Chorus:
You get yours, cum smeared all in your face
You get yours, tell me how it tastes?
(Repeat 3x)

One two, one two copycats sound like my wife
You on my balls kiddie style man sound like Phife
I'm illin' tonight, you see me stand with Suge Knight
You rappers are scared, now wet rectums get tight
You might as well sing a simple song like you're Brandy
You wanna be down, put panties on I'll call you Sandy
Like Stu watchin' his back, yo that shit is fine
Hold 'em and piss David Berk wanna blow his mind
Shootin' the jizm, M.C.'s lightin' stinkin' Izm
Awe that stink put that out, man that blunt shit
I'm on some cunnalingus, women know that cunt shit
Gimmick experts your logo's won't make it work
As Monica Lynch about the Flinstones
Niggas still lickin' my dick like chicken bones
Who's on wax with pumps on wack soundtracks?
Lisa Cortez or Ed shoulda called me
Russell and Lyor, Andre know that shit would bore me
Look in your Rolodex Naked Man i come and flex
Tie up your anus rectum piece, brothers heads are next
Girl rappers lick my ass before they're most famous
You name 'em all I gave abortions with hangers
"Spread 'em easy people this won't hurt..."

Chorus X3

You ran to Pete Rock, you ran to Premier
With New York sounds, Professor couldn't save your career
Watch your ass Ducket, play me out like Dave Gossit
M.C.'s should quit or sign with Tuff City
I left management and Alex, fuckin' tough titty
I went to Hammers house some people didn't know me
Dave Jacobson was lying, what the fuck he just told me?
Lookin' back at Tom Silverman's convention
Money was made and counted for, not to mention
Laminates don't cost much, that shit is cheap
Like nigga's tryin' front at Jack the Rapper every week
Don't try that hand shake shit my dick is more legit
You get yours, cum smeared all in your face
You puppets on Jive with budget tryin' a stay alive
Suckin' the dick twice of owner kid Barry Weiss
You like red dirt the two faced alcoholic

Chorus x3

Answering Machine; Sunday 11:37 pm

Kurt: Yeah now that's what I'm talkin' about
I think I should just take these records and start an ash tray business
Or maybe I'll uh just donate 'em to the Goodwill, (huh huh) at least it's a tax write off
Aight man, peace
Track Name: Spread 'Em
Yeah kick a little freestyle show you kids how I get wild
You know, show ya how to make records, do it the right way
You listeners out there, you know it's real, you know, it's real
Yeah check it out, you know one time

I make statements permanent holes in what you say
It ain't that riff raff junk and all the garbage that you play
College kids know that's a frisbee it's a no no
I got thank god it's not released in a promo

Chorus: Move on the floor, spread 'em wide eat 'em up
(Repeat 4x)

I kick one style you Kurt yo drop that record right down
They wanna dance yo stupid buggin' c'mon right now
Yeah I guess I'll jump up on the record
Your A&R man is quite stupid he can't check it
My style go again, my style flow again
My style kicks like Jim Kelly in a show again
Alright you buggin' my brother you still thinkin'
A M.C. Battle no comp a rapper still stinkin'
You got that deal this time cuz you was lucky man
Yo gimme my tape back yo what fuck it man
I continue I walk with my heat I burn your style
Like a live bar b que smells good I turn your style
You don't want none it's rabbit time and duck season

Chorus: Move on the floor, spread 'em wide eat 'em up
(Repeat 5x)

I put my mask on, the thing with me you can't see me
My freestyle get wild makin' rappers wanna leave me
Yo pack yo bags yo kid you catchin' Amtrak
I'm revolvin' like a pin worm in yo ass crack
I don't care who, you bad i work your rectum out
Give you a shower cap, a rag wipe your spectrum out
I see you boogie' n down hop on the first floor
I see you boogie' n up hop on the second floor
You ain't that good kid, I'm bringin' back more
Your crew is over like Breakout and the Funky Four
Super Rhymes the Fifth Dimension on they last tour
Yo better step back, yo tell 'em that I'm comin' through

Chorus: Move on the floor, spread 'em wide eat 'em up
(Repeat 5x)

I come like Fright Night you come and you fear the funky monster
You walk like herman I cut your hair like Eddie Munster
Don't try that grampa style you catch a tissue wipe
You talkin' big shit ya rhymin' on a tiny mic
I freak the funk, I flow 'n funk, I freak it fast ,I freak it past
Like scott tish wipe ash
You don't know you margarine, come on butter man
I hate to say it straight to your face again
Kickin' that wack junk you're bound to feel the bass again
I don't, I don't, I don't, yo play kid
If you must test skills you dummies can stay kid

Chorus: Move on the floor, spread 'em wide eat 'em up
(Repeat 8x)
Track Name: Time For Sex
Sex, X, X, Sex, Sex, X, X, (ha, ha ha ha) Sex

I bust massive, my skills to the mil
You wanna flex sometimes like Jack and Jill
I stand tall the cape the color purple
Have you lookin' bugged with your pants like Erkel
Don't try to move on my spot, I burn your rectum
Your boys step up, yo the cops can't protect 'em
Yeah, I set flames to your pubic
Make you wanna do do and boogie and feel stupid
Terrific, I smoke and feel hieroglyphic
The snow, the sun, c'mon boy be specific
Amazing, chasing fours and fives of you
I'm like a cyclops wild with eyes on you
I come step to M.C.'s like Dave Robick
Give 'em another name and call 'em Ken Kobick
Whatever, go find a tissue that wipes for you
Here's my style kid a sticker and snipes for you
The kid rollin', the press on my penis
I battle the earth and tell your girl have you seen this
Back up, see the brother with the helmet
The freak man, the kid like Sam Shaft

Chorus: Sex, is it time for sex, X is it time for sex
(Repeat 2x)

Max, who with the panties want it anal?
I get deep in that hole de-clog Drano
Yes the master man the funky exotic
I pull M.C.'s g-stings and get erotic
The final one, coming through with the chapter
I got the hand the palm gotta smack ya
Flowin' like this, flowin' like that,
Movin' like this, movin' like that the X bought a Trojan
Prophylactic rappers feel plastic
I put it on, now tell me do the mask fit?
Yo Ronny Filman, I stick like I'm Jimmy Zee
With Jeannie Pepper, rappers scream like Ona Zee
I get deep in that butt, do construction
Change my underwear, an wet up your production
I got more booty's to pump then R Kelly
Then leave it on your eye piece, right on your belly
I'm not Jody, singin' like I'm Watley
I see you naked, you still couldn't spot me
I come straight up Milwaukee like a brewer
Like Roto Rooter, and clean do do out the sewer
The masked man, yo duke i'm the panty worker
The big wood, the pump and the phone jerker
I smack tail M.C.'s they booty for sale
You better step off and never come crutchless
You don't want none pissed by a therapist
I film deep in the back like John Stag
Make a rapper screen test hit 'em with a bag
In go out, in go out, in go out, yeah rippin' boots from the couch
Make you wanna wiggle your pelvis and say ouch
Tie me up, so M.C.'s want a whippin'
Some feel wet and sticky I smell it in the room
One time, check it out...

Chorus: (Repeat 3x)

M.C.'s actin' all wild with latex
Beggin' me hard for stiff love and more sex
I gotta load up my tank and my creamer
My distribution, my lubrication is CEMA
They wanna step on stage pull they pants down
The X ready, the freak with his mask down
I treat rappers like Dominique Simon
Make 'em get the grease use the cord from they telephone
You never know hittin' boots with the door closed
M.C.'s turn up with glowin' cheeks in my nose
The mack planter, the kid left hander
Buckets of fruit double cherry's and banana
I got you open, ready for your next toy
I pull panties, M.C.'s call me Uncle Roy
Like Ronnie hymo move stick and tower
Hittin' from the back, who can stop diesel power?
I come straight up and clear like Rex Borsky
M.C.'s charged me what, how much you think it cost me?
I take five M.C.'s right to the mattress, watch the tail spin when i smack this
I better move, this time catch a angle
Make 'em get together hope they clothes won't tangle
I stand waitin' for you like Bobby Highlander
That's cute a little bear with ya Panda

Chorus: (Repeat 4x)

Yeah do what you gotta do, get off the stage, take off your boots, and all your lingerie, and the blond wig, cuz, you need it, turn up, put grease all over your face, cuz your ready for something different, lick the jelly
Track Name: Erotic Ride
(Mouthed Motor-Cycle Sounds)
Girl One: Oh my god girl look is that Keith riding on that motor cycle?
Girl Two: Uhhh he's naked!
Girl One: That niggas nasty
Girl Two: Yep

I got my male g-strings, my tiger stripey underwear
Gettin' ready with my rubbers out I have to pull my tuffers out
Look at lovey dovey let me lick your legs
Then taste the pretty clitty, tour naked through your city
I see 'em changing faces, i have to poke 'em up
Turn that butt dog-style, watch it let me stroke 'em up
Leave that ass hanging, facing pointin' at the ceiling
I'm takin' drawers off, your lace panties keep revealing
You suckin' candy, erotic toys a come in handy
Lick my dog and jerk my dick with this Vaseline
Hold it, lick it, you never done it, girl what you mean?
I'm on the seat drinkin' wine doin' a 69
You my love with titties out, you moan scream and shout
I got your car wet, you bet that you fuckin' sweat

Chorus:
Erotic ride, cruz let me lick your shoes
I'm in the paper naked, posin' in the daily news
(Repeat x3)

Continue lickin' that body piece your pussy needs a stickin'
You on my dick sittin', waitin' for the train
It's 3 o' clock the Amtrak it hasn't come yet
Round and round we fuckin' steady on the grey-hound
The bus driver double teamed with a screw driver
You on the floor with passengers people cheering more
I'm wearing latex, my suits girls wearing capes
I'm lickin' stomachs up with peaches some filled with grapes
Pouring soda down ya spine between your panty line
With your leather thongs, that Dallas Texas ass is mine
I'm rubbin' syrup puttin' chocolate all on my body
You got the taste for me, well come on lick it hottie
Back and fourth you don't moan, I make you fuckin' cough
Don't take them panties off, pull 'em to the side
When I roll down the highway, I throw your legs up as we ride
Exotic fingers rubbing anal grease in your butt
Bring dildo's out the sperm 'ill satisfy erotic slut
Jammin' bats and base balls down your asshole
You scream in pleasure on the bus in the rainy weather
Once again I left the Port Authority naked

Chorus: (Repeat x3)

Super parties I come exposed in the limosine
I pick up two cans, I like the smell gasoline
Lightin' matches in the back seat, our bodies heat
I'm kissin' lips rubbing motor oil on your hips
The chuffer's drivin' I'm in that crack pussy divin'
It's hot in Miami, four girls start to suck my jammy
A she-male drag queen stops and fucks the driver sammy
I'm watchin' two films and starin' in one
Not old fashioned, with cans of gas havin' fun
Wakin' up pumpin butt, I'm still ridin'
3 girls at the light cover up, I ain't hidin'
I threw my drawers, and pissed out the window

Chorus: (Repeat x5)

(Mouthed Motor-Cycle sounds)
Girl One: That nigga is so triflin' i hope that mutha fucka freezes his dick off
Girl Two: How's he gonna ride around butt naked in front of all these kids?
Girl One: Wait, wait and he got the nerve to be wearin' a helmet
Girl Two: He needs to be arrested
Girl One: I can't believe he has no respect
Track Name: Wet You Up
Yeah baby

Girl: Hello Keith, are you there? If you're there pick up the phone. Alright baby, I wanted to um see you tonight after I leave the club . Make sure you get back with me
I'll talk to you soon...bye

I'm on the phone, dialing your number cuz you my only girl
Exotic lover like a freak from another world
I like your style, your boots and your sex smile
You're a dancer at night, baby that's alright
Shakin' ya thing entertaining in the neon light
Your boss get mad every time I talk to you
Your girl friends laugh "go head girl" when I walk with you
And some punks don't know, they can't treat ya good
I'm just the sex champ to hit ya with that good wood
Lay you down and rub my oils all over
I got the stuff to make your honey pot boil over
i give you tips for trips, I like your clam dips
Come and dance slow, and wind for the horny pro
Let me wet you up, honey slide 'em down

Chorus: Let me wet you up, honey slide 'em down
Keith: (Slide 'em down)
Let me wet you up, rub it all around
Keith: (Rub it all around)
(Repeat 2x)

I see your girl friends dance, but my eye's on you
I give love to sugar brown, you know what to do
Makin' money for the kids or the family home
I understand baby doll why you purr and moan
You walk around the club in sexy underwear
Suckers want too much for nuthin' they don't care
I'm Big Willie home, my plane just arrived from Rome
My Caddy's light green, my rag top is trimmed with chrome
I bought you a present, lingerie, here's a gift
Don't talk with low budget pests, and hell with Nick Swift
I'm the man of your dream, while fools panty scheme
Comin' like Will, DR Smith with a laser-beam
Lost in space, no class I got taste
I'm watchin' you now, take your pennies out her face
Here's a 50 there's a lot of people livin' thrifty
I know your stressed, perhaps you do need the rest
You do your job right, but Marvin wants most for less
Back in the cut; he wants to ill again
Who wants a man with 20 cents look like Gilligan
Come here baby escape, you evacuate
Lay up on my shoulders in love and won't hesitate
I come and ease up, walk you through the alley
My girl from the ghetto, not a nerd from the valley
Let me wet you up, honey slide 'em down

Chorus (Repeat x2)

it's been some hours waiting for you, your greatest fan
With my fingers in flavor I lick your juices off my hand
You bump and grind and wind, I know that hottie's mine
Sippin' on some Seagrams, the smith's see his girl is fine
When it's time to close, who be lickin' toes
I'm in this piece, while you flashin' for them average joes
You rubbin' heads and chairs, in no mattress beds
Beauty queens on stage, her friends look like thorough-breds
Tryin' lean on the green, ya sista's 19
Tell her watch out, them fake pimp's 'ill make her panties cream
You goto college workin' hard for your PHD
Then come home and give your soft skin, your love to me
They don't know I'm in the place peepin' out the show
Drinkin' Heinkens, the green bottles Beck's style
Put on your leather and come and learn the next style
Let me wet you up, honey slide 'em down

Chorus (Repeat x2)

C'mon baby, c 'mon baby
Wooo wooo wooo baby, wooo wooo wooo baby
I want to rub you up baby, I want to rub you baby
I want to lick you up baby, I can't wait to lick you up baby