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Sex Style

by Kool Keith

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Sex Style 03:25
"Now the first drop of juice is there for her to sip Honey, that's when she back off and just lick the tip" Chorus: Sex Style, Niggas want it free They dogs drink my piss, Girls wanna see. You want freestlye, that's right, the style is free Niggas suck my dick and they girls drink my pee I'm on some S&M shit you can't get with Pull your panties down on stage and watch you sweat quick Suckers back to pull their style's transsexual Lesbians dance with the funky heterosexual You on the mic, and when you rhyme I start to jerk off Let my dog lick you German Shepard wanna bust off I tear your latex, spot MC's having anal sex Step around like a Tampax, and step up next I enter New York, no problem with my dick out California porno star, my ass you can lick out Saying "What?" with sperm dripping down your partner's butt I see MC's in my face with they ass up Let me put my cape on, my rubber and my mask up Not no horror-core shit, this is porno-core I'm in the club naked man, I'm the fucking pro Niggas can't wax no ass, girls should let ' em know Chorus (2x) Back I wreck shit, so what nigga? I masturbate See your girls' cocked back, her legs tied like a figure eight I'm on stage getting sucked by Madonna Sticking pipes in your ass you stop the freesyle drama I pioneered this shit, you keep on sucking dick Your girl in the crowd, hawking me for a naked flick I got my silk underwear for the atmosphere Piss in your face and urinate all in your hair You name a group that's shit, I will pooper-scoop Fuck with dismiss, I will damage on the premesis Niggas step back with Dax grease, watch they ass twist I rhyme anywhere, golden showers up in Creek Alley Movie star bitches, MC's lining up in Cali Drinking vodka, Absolut, sipping Tanqueray Mc's jump off, I stung your rectum like a stingray Girls heinie-wipe, MC's say my shit is hype Pussies collapse, I'd rather fuck them with a cordless mic Come ride the horse, pull your panties off and pay the cost Chorus (2x) "May they beat his balls with a ten-pound hammer til his asshole whistles the Star-Spangled Banner." Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your anus I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous You could be wack, seventy-five fuckin' rap groups Bisexuals on stage eating fruit loops Sugar smacks, I got the rhythm for your ass cracks Bring your girl, she fantasize in my sex world Chorus (3x)
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Yeah girl I've been checkin out Big Willie Keith He been trickin a lot of bills on me. Mmm-hmm! I think I'ma show him somethin tonight A lap dance I would say Yeah, that's what I'ma do. Yeahhhh.. I'm like a freak from Hunts Point, the Bronx and the Goat Wear my drawers in tight mode, naked with no coat Walkin around, I see you's about to lose her That honey with white boots, and hair like Medusa Brown-skin fine, I drink her body like wine and throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine I drunk a forty, I'm up in here feelin naughty I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty I got no time to trick, on the average girl I'm in paradise, caught up, in a booty world And for you regular honies, tryin to play fly I ain't no Chemical no Bank in your human eye I like my spot, everybody's butt naked Pumpes with G-strings, watchin hot momma's shake it I got my beer, viewin from the back rear Yo brotherman, pass it right over here I got to ease off the stress, like an eight to five Keepin it real vexed, them panties wanna get live Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up Yea yeah yeahhhh Chorus (2x): Kool Keith & (Girl) Yo baby (whassup?) Don't crush it when you sit upon it (Yo baby) whassup? (Don't rush it when I sit upon it) I see you scopin me, the fourth time you cut your eye Let the brother there catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye I'm next on the menu, runnin up and in you with seven rubbers on me, don't try to discontinue We gots to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly Delicious kickin, no leather like I'm Fonzarelli I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink Summer Eve's breeze and WOO and it don't stink I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex I'm shootin gizm, then after you can pick up next I watch you shake it, like palm trees in California Now you a lady, mature and I'm rubbin on ya I got my Phantom mask, I'm on the dolo I slipped in my Tip, then bone a sweetie look like Yo-Yo She had a good time, knees bent in the chair She said, "Get wild - I like it when you pull my hair" I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots I see a packed house and different color body suits I'm in the front row, chillin on the down low Checkin her dogstyle, she's scoped by an ass pro I'm from the back kid, smooth with tons of grease Denver and Texas, and Cali on back to East She hittin switches, and watch she make it lowride Zoot, zoot, zzzzzzzt Chorus (1.5X) It's three o'clock, the morning shift's about to come Watchin Goldie lapdance, that grade hiney ain't no slum I gets my workout, my slickest hand from every angle She's on the job right, cutiepie sippin Tango I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill I'm comin straight up, and not for a breakfast meal This ain't no Burger King, this ain't no White Castle Not like some ugly girls in Bentleys tryin give a hassle I like the slot machine, bustin nuts mean Slippery wet lubrication like Valvoline I'm pullin nylon, yo dead up G, to the side Feelin soft flesh, I'm hard, I'ma let her ride Jump up and down, get live like House of Pain Leavin em soke wet, the silk with a tan stain I reach her climax, she's happy with her orgasm Go on girl! Chorus (2X)
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Yeah.. so you called me last night You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do All excited over these football players and baseball players Whassup? You lookin for a million dollars or somethin? Man you kinda confused Freak mode! I'm inna sex, so let em feel Touch my private, my thing made of steel Shootin gizm, she ride like a Geo Prism I'm out in Cali, San Bernardino Valley I'm on the hill, not North in Peteskill Big Willie servin, now tell me how you pimps feel I'm in a Cadillac, drivin in a droptop People don't know my style, watch when they heads bop I'm on the highway, girls pull em down my way Credit cards and checks, man she get paid on Friday The woman's out, the Phantom pushin more clout I'm watchin him with Sam, drinkin Guinness Stout Bourban booze, green alligator shoes Union comission sex, government intelligent What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant Materialistic, ugly man is plastic No class, in a suit, cost rather cheap Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep Interfere, in my spot, and he's comin near She's in the white boots, breathin in my ear Chorus: Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (4X) No infections, condom style, I got no yeast Worldwide trunk funk, no jazz on the East Breakin honies down, mackin here to Petersberg Virginia Slim, turnin' freaks out in Lynchburg With brown bootie, Joe Smith, here from Pittsburgh The right player, even if I choose odds Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards Yo hydraulic butt, bounce like a six-trey I'm on the case, jealous man steppin in my way Hot pursuit, why she play herself? Get the boot Actin like Troop, he say he signed with a group He wrote for Babyface, did songs, toured with Snoop ...lyin to you to get through Droppin them old lines, his breath smell like doodoo I got a style if a brother wanna know Smokin that stink blunt, you still sniffin blow Nose runnin on time with green slime Step in the club, I throw urine on your mind Big Luciano, diamond rings on the grand piano Girls flock and guys hop on the other jock I'm in a two-door, with bass comin through your block Sound kicks, I got the fly broads in the mix California butt, MC's suckin more what Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work Jheri Curl Jones, trickin' cash on a skirt Playin' to win, whassup with Uncle Ben? Brother is slab, fatback bacon Still fakin, his voice chords achin You know I'm perplex, exotic on Ampex Dogstyle champ, hittin booty for butt sex I can disguise myself like Michael Jackson The flasher, are you ready for action? Chorus: Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (3X) Make up your mind, who you want to pump it I got a summons, my clothes is off, I'm butt-naked in a discotechque, don't tell me ladies can't take it Just a hat my drawers in a overcoat My El Dorado lean, the black Caddy float down the hill with Frankie Dolla Bill Honies in wet zone, tell me how them drawers feel Suckin on a hippie, on the Mississippi Econo Lodge, a cheap way to get a quickie Five and five, equal ten Add twenty up, I'm back in the spot again Blowin it up, I drop my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call your girl, why accuse me? I think you're insecure, not sure if your girlfriend's home, if she's knockin at my door Back in your ride, no apartment, no place to wash You can't clean, tell em black He don't know yet, my discipline, how to act Stack with film, and twenty-four flicks You can't win, takin shots like the Knicks I'm old enough with skills to be your daddy Go ask grandma, your freaky Aunt Sally Pretty woman standin there with her ugly man I don't want to shake his hand Chorus: Make up your mind, who you want to pump the butt (6X) Make up your mind, who you want to pump it
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Song: Sly We Fly feat Motion Man (Kool Keith) I'm known the phantom with my black mask, MC's go to hell (Motion Man) And I'm the obtuse, and a cute guy I'm known as Motion, Noggin Nodder (Kool Keith) My flow is so dark, I open coffins like I'm Dracula (Motion Man) And I'm that kid who raps about, who what? That guy, whatever Chorus: Motion Man & (Kool Keith) We pull the drawers off girls (sly, we fly) We washin gold and silver (sly, we fly) We walk in clubs with sneakers (sly, we fly) We look out windows and stare (sly, we fly) We fly the planes ourselves (sly, we fly) And if our records don't sell (sly, we fly) (Kool Keith) I put my MASK on, another night for the Phantom I got the Halloween jack-o-latern Yo A-Do, I know some kids funny Silly Putty PlayDoh They wanna step to farms, and bail the hay though I drag bodies on down the yellow brick road, like leprechaun I come in comic killer mode Yo grab your neck and your mail with a WIC check, parts I inspect my roots and walk in naked, with spirits and ouija board I Shake-n-Bake-n-Make it, like Betty Crocker I use a black marker, I draw your face in a sketch like a ARTISTE Two broken arms from his shoulder have a piece Yum yum, you know you welcome, come in dumb-dumb Hey what's that smell down there? Look in the basement Two eyes missin, next day, where your face went? With Dolly Parton music playin in my pickup truck My goat sandwich, a swig a liquor chewin duck I got no taste, no salt, I need mayonnaise I'm lookin at TV, lookin for good love, and some lovin Chorus (Motion Man) Deckin in chins, to knock a rapper, he's bawlin bro Off in my Timbs, I makes an exit (scenario) Is ill I cut the cheese and step on frogs (bizzario) That's when I'm Superguy I kicks it akward with terms, I'm patteren-knowledgist One species ,one kind, one human, three minds, one head That brother took the alley (I followed him) he's dead He's dating That Girl Sally (she's awesome) gives head Say what? Yo Kurt is red, he's just a white guy, I know He likes marijuana, I like, old english beer Naked Girls in a sauna, rap and I swerve, (read me my wrongs) bpbpbpbpbpb Hey buck, I got your phone number I called you hung up You push * 69, you broke into a cold and hot sweat That's no address of mine, you reached the mortuary You're talkin to an empty box, I'm gettin away I'm gettin away, I'm gettin away Chorus Kool Keith & (Motion Man) I creep in Cutlass, my orange my blue, my black supreme Then roll by yo six-fo', you buggin lookin mean (Yeah, we pay no mind to eyeballs, and kids with white-walls) We got our money in stacks, you bet your checkered shirt With massive ammo, them fools out there don't want no work (With massive ammo, them fools out there don't want no work) This ain't no movie, no play, you in a matinee I'm watchin screens of your dreams, you actin everyday Playin a part that you actors can't play Yo he's perpetratin, gettin burnt like slab bacon (Motion Man) My days are numbered nitwit, I work in labs with dog spot My serum's ill it's liquid, I mix it up in big pot and takes the top off, and as it drops off and laughs my ass off, and kicks a mouth of with round off I wrap a off bob, but serious I lost my mind, yo help me find it Chorus (Kool Keith) Yeah, changin four gears in tha floor (that's right) How many you got? (that's right) What you think about that girl over there? What you think about the kid comin up the block? What you think about the kid walkin down the block? What's that girl name over there? Wanna Go Swimming? Gimme a couple bucks, How much we need to take in at the party?
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Yeah, Kool Keith should keep it real He should rap about space and Mars. Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody. Same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free. I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt. I left New York, the city itself was stress depression Hot boots and urban beats, that wasn't my direction Producers filtering joining with R&B A million rappers, some clones trying to sound like me Writing my space styles, biting my horror-core All I saw was Kool Keiths on my tour Record companies I G'd-off all my royalties Watching vinyl spin, local groups wack MC's Some try to rap with that perpetratin' mobster crap Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosines Mixtapes by wack DJ's as doo doo play I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion On videos out of town, people spot confusion Rolling high with caps pulled over down my eye Since I've been out, y'all can't see Chorus: Is the world made of plastic? Is the city buried in dreams? (Yeah) Is the world made of plastic? Cause that's the way is seems (Owww) Watching TV so bored, while imbiciles hold the mic cord Graffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how that sound? Army fatigue was weak, it's for the minor league No rapping cyphers and brothers in the rented Benz Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends I saw the place turn plastic, crack heads looping beats People with no deals, walkmens rappin on the streets I turned my back, 90% of the city sounded wack Payola scams switched DJ's like a rubber band Everybody clear with beats tryin' to be Premier Clearing your samples, your SP-12 fake examples My money grosses with green from my own label While you act rich with no cash on a bigger label Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades In fact I pack my bags, and listen to E-40 Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other rappers you don't know You're narrow-minded and styles of mind you won't find it My sound proceeds with moog and undertone bass No common gimmicks thin beats rapping in my face I come back real, solid rock razor steel Tapin' your program, show the world I'm the man You copy Poppa Large, the industry is foul Chorus (2x) As I do see soda wack rugged beer commercials Some rappers are bought and puppeteered like the Ninja Turtles From Manhattan I heat up, yo light up Times Square I make noise like open high hats on your cheap snare No promotional shows, girls with corn rows People with hood-sweaters on crack keep me on my toes I walk with straw hats, and glasses in the projects Bring my ghost image so tense on the lines of scrimmage Playing my numbers, waiting for the Five to come Spaghetti out the window, people acting dumb Fire hydrants wet, the neighbors, your family's nosy I come and go as I please on blockhead MC's You bought sneakers, no car, scrambling on the corner I'm not the star you are, the city's falling far By mechanism, you on my tip Stay off my penis, you duplicated me for years Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are the one Chorus (2x)
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Regular Girl 04:14
Yo money Yeah whassup Kool Keith? Yo that girl Kadiva gon' come to your house with.. blonde hair and boots Tell her rent a cheap room on Sunset Boulevard for $16.95 - I ain't tryin to get no Modrian no Marriott or all that higher stuff Yo we can go one cheaper man I know somethin for like $10.99 man It's a hotel with roaches in it and everything It's almost near skid row Buttnaked! Girls walk Sunset with they ass out I start Cadillacs with suits, wear my mask out With brims tilted, I finger pop the whole block Make freaks wear wigs, and put the rubbers on my cock You see me out there, with big balls like Rosie Grier Players cream, I pull panties out your wet dreams Get deep in cracks, and wash em out like Mr. Clean Bring your Massengil, the public think I'm very ill Like Jimmy Z, posin naked for the FCC I'm not no basketball star, your girl watch me pee Clock me like cops, every time my sperm drops She's in my face with thongs, chewin lollipops I'll hit that butt on the low, just like Monica Play three tunes and let her blow on my harmonica I'm out here, you rollin fake in Union Square I'll make you go blonde, brunettes run and dye they hair Chorus (2x) Regular girl, you're so boring (get out my face) Regular girl, you never turn me on (word to latex) You saw my porno flick, nutsacs banged up on your TV Your girl pulled her panties off real quick, tryin to see me She wants an autograph, a part with my anal staff You scream test for AIDS, stretch marks make me laugh Sign your contracts for Willie, smoke a big Phillie I'm too old for young girls, gigglin actin silly I'm Sugar Daddy, your aunt know me word duke Your moms at my hotel, her bra is real cute Dressed in G-strings, she's scopin me, eatin fruit She licked my balls, I came like Niagara Falls Brought her tickets to Prince show instead of Lou Rawls Her pelvis grind, she smile show me panty lines I'll smack that butt, the pro spank it different times Like Max Steiner hardcore it's on the dirty floor Make you scream for stiff rods, you don't want no more Penetration, I don't do that on your menustration I wind movies back, you smile, addin lubrication You know your steelo, orgies doin three people Kodak action, Black Tail, butt satisfaction You lookin good sweet cheeks.. Chorus (2x) I turned the Lakers off, you can't stop my afterparty A fifth of vodka, and latex, drinkin' Bacardi I serve it well through tubes and watch your rectum swell Service your clits with steel, machines keep it real Got that ramrod, that's pumpin through your back hard You be seein cum stains on Sunset Boulevard My rubbers and streets send heels off your girl's feets You not psychadelic wimp, I'm still your girl's pimp That's part interest, magnificent, mind power I got nuts that clean kid, let me take my shower Wash off my pubic, and let the females do my nails Watch naked legs in chairs and enter soft tails Wear stockin caps with maps and search for soft cracks Flip off your hairpeace, while milk spills up on your weave You know my skin needs butter, your cheeks are popcorn I get deep, go run in butt like the unicorn Rodeo anus banger, quick with the middle finger Her tampons drop down between her Maxi I left tips for cocked up legs in the taxi Yo take her home cab driver, here's her panties Chorus (2x)
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Yeah! We here tonight, live on stage! Quincy Jones.. James Brown.. Prince.. Madonna.. and of course.. Kool Keith! Take it away, at the Grand Auditorium! Now you're up late, can't get no sleep, I'm outside Cruisin down 5th Ave., makin love in your ride You want that baby, but I'm out here thinkin maybe what if you flip - but it's OK when you're on my tip Take off your shoes, don't spread my business news Reachin for the rubber tips it's time to pay your dues Two girls in the back, bring your friend, make it three It's the big thing honey, that's the policy I got to pull down and bring the steel home for you Break the headboards and tell your girlfriends come over too Put my motorcycle helmet on and feel the power Rock and lift the boots, spank the lips for a hour Chorus: The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly (2X) Keith is in town, the sho' was good goin down The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly Keith is in town, the sho' was good goin down The mack is back, doin good and lookin fly I must show up, scope the cheeks well with clientele When a sister wants to see me, I should I really tell? I bought some movies, some strippin joint type of coolies Boots and thongs, girls flip on my theme songs They know I damage, with gloves my equipment's on I got a cape, like Superman, I'ma put it on Grab the vaseline, make your hiney shine like Mr. Clean With a purple G-string, you wanna do your own thing Girls dance for me, pumpin over me Big smith is back, word to honey's crack Chorus (phone rings) Hello, Room 402 What's happenin pizzimp? Yo whassup? Yo Menelik, I want you to go down stairs Get five cases of champagne, order two limousines Yeah, I got them honies And check it out yo Bring five freaks that's ready to do this Aight, let me just shave, I'll be down in a minute (Menelik) Late night, me Trev and Keith, leave the suite Three limos deep, with honies greet us downstairs Prepared to take us, anywhere, tonight's the Grammy's Afterparty back at the hotel, we're poppin expensive Perignon I'm the suave Don, this is the average evening of the celebrities, the days are relaxed It would seem to most, an expensive vacation package The pay is good, in Hollywood A hustler has to mack in fresh gear, my choice a Rolls Royce and a duplex location up at Sunset and LaBrea I'm mackin in your area Chorus
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Yeah American and European, national champion Kool Keith, you know who I am The master man, Willie Biggs, big status Droppin nine-six and seven, big status Skill.. lotto winners I taught New York City, the five boroughs how to rap You can take that back, and pull them thongs our your rectum crack I'm Poppa Large, big daddy, big penis in a Caddy Retro petro, I run that whole metro-politan area, burnin ya, the style is scarin ya You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow I'm Texas Swift, down South, they call me Frankie Joe Keith pushin rigs, Mack trucks, drop off your girl's wigs I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert No common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt You best to be prepared, paperclips, on your mouth I rock Virginia, tag Atlanta, 95 South Then hit Miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy I'm national kid, girls like the way I dress Chorus: (repeat 2X) I'm still the best, I'm still the best, East to West Joe Kingpin, big stack, money Willie Biggs Superfly get back, your whole group is Freddie's Dead Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bed I'm Jay Gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo doo You can't stop me, step off, now let your girl jock me I ride in butts and tail just like a Kawasaki motorcycles swift with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya Political styles flop, your child play is amateur Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb I get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole room Wear green capes and walk in clubs like I'm Dr. Dooom Handblock double switch monkey style, flying horsemen Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men I be the Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather With, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weather We do this like Brutus, I make you say, "Who dis?" The man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty Masquerade man is ill, Keith spinnin reel to reel Who play the numbers tonight? I put six on a five Shoulda combinated, go 'head baby Chorus (2X) Big Willie, Big Willie Big Willie-heyyyeah-heyyy Big Willie, Big Willie Big Willie heiyyyyyy You're not competition, no joke, I know your kinfolks That sloppy Gotti style just a bowl of Wheat Oats No matter how mean or point blank hard you look I cover my eye, retarded bugged like I'm Captain Hook Like Vincent Price, I'm nice, I bake and cok you twice Your crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is bird Am i nice yo lick my pubic hair, tell me word I'm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like Lassie Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner I kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner Get sexy raw, the champagne pours even more No forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on tour I'm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligent Yeah, I bought the dream book Gon' play what I got to play tomorrow. Do this right, yeah Chorus (2X) Best, East to West Best, East to West, Big Willliehaeyyy Best, East to West Best, East to West, hooo hoo ho hoooo Best, East to West Best, East to West, heyyyy heyy, heyyy heyy, heyyy heyyaheahhh
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In Your Face 03:52
Yo '96 my business gonna be straight...That's word Niggas out there gonna be wearin' metal plates Otherwise I just gotta go upstate. I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll pull steel Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real Then smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's right direction Put niggaz in fear, the bullets in they head section Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around niggaz collars Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put em in a stash Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is gettin lit I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin split Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin hellgate All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plate Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack Chorus: (3x) I get personal direct straight, bring it forward Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face) For everybody a problem manager 30% get my photo session ready, songs to the fuckin president I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus Then shift flop first, and now it's time that you work this Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good Niggaz ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood I bring your spirits down, samples now you have to clear it Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear it Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin ear left You think they're worth investments, hold your fuckin breath You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo' asscrack Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget Don't try to hide behind that fuckin mask now Throw the pistols away, and hide the shit in the grass now Chorus (3x) I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob' Extortion is over, I cock back, you lose your fuckin job Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind With child support, I drag your coffins in the court We even Steven, fuck that, my time and rent is short I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport One year has gone by, with techs jam up in your eye I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie I wake up six o'clock with triggers cocked every morning I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrance gunsmoke I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls Chorus (4x) I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face) Yeah, yeah Let's get some fuckin hit records goin right now East coast to West coast, I don't give a fuck His shit is wack, their shit is wack That shit is wack over there Ain't nuttin fuckin movin' Get some fuckin bullets on the fuckin charts Fuck that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)
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Lick My Ass 01:05
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Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks Pull your panties down Take your wig off, let me see your bald head That's right, I got you on Kodak Your pictures are goin out to Black Tail You're gonna be a star Yeah.. I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks You turned drag queen, a call girl doin tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George, blowin flutes With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange New eyeliner, you was flirtin with a gay designer Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Kleins I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns I looked at her and said, "Mmm.. put your panties back on" then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style I feel I'm dealin with plastic, watch these fake smiles Yeah, meet my left and my right Chorus: Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (2X) I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew Have you scared with crack pipes, your family won't doodoo Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose You smokin sherm or what? I paralyze that butt Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that caesar Chorus (3X) (scrotum bag) I gets more wreck, your rape kids in baby's Pampers Your wife is banned for leavin bras in my hampers That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me I'm on Melrose, The Coast takin sun strolls Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts With the name H-O-M-O spelled in your name You was a woman one time, man I know your game With panties stuck up, sweat leakin in your crotch Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's suckin cock With white pumps, a blonde wig's rottin in the trunks That homeless monkey, Barbie doll crystal junkie I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your asscrack You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah Chorus (4X) That's right, nine-six and seven (Reverand Tom) Representin the scrotum (Octagon) All the hairs under the testicles (SharkMan) Lick.. (Kool Keith) Yeah, don't buy The Basement Tapes Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes Labels foldin, goin down ninety-six Nobody play the records City's out, no Tuff, Tuff.. Pity
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Little Girls 03:08
Yo Keith man just turned off the TV man Kids out there be thinkin they hardcore man I'm a do somethin man, yo bet Chorus: Little girls think they're hardcore (4X) You got nine cars, tons of champagne, by the cases Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases Videos exaggerate things you never make Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you Original fraud, funny with a mic cord Persuadin kids that you hard, every stage you tour Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out You petrified hallucinatin thinkin hardcore You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people Lookin hard and mean, you ain't pullin triggers Did you pay your bodyguards, for actin hard? You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred Down and out, with camouflage gear, and no war You ain't in the army kid. Chorus (3X) Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up I'm there you're scared You just turned twat, looked away feelin weird You on the walkie talkie standin close near the door Thinkin bout your records how you pop doo-doo more Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bumrush You bringin rah rah, your crew is nervous smokin dust You perpetrate your fronts, show your teeth, smokin blunts Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin at him Your crew pressured more, to even act harder You took New York, down South them folks, wasn't havin that Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin at? You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style Freestyle the same style last week you was bitin off that kid Bo Peep With no panties on, your rectum got torn Rearranged, I caught you after the show Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film Tryin to sell pictures of your lover with you, molestin your little brother I smacked you and stole your pistols Chrous (4X) Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to Catholic school? But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front It's just gimmicks to sell my records The people don't have to know I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft Me and my friends all of us We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick
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Lovely Lady 04:01
Chorus: Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy I know this girl with her own crib, in isolation She's from Puerto Rico, half-black on vacation Fine freak with thongs on, want me every week Panties in service, the big tools make her nervous Hey Boo, here's lollipops, I'ma give 'em too you Bang you nice backdoors, I'ma scrape ya floors Look at your personal, silk on the camcorder Then hit bedsprings, my thumb's on the tape recorder With big cups of Cristal, I'ma spank her well If I lick you there, my girlfriend, I'ma tell Rock your boots, and leave my style written on your cooch With rubber demands, condoms in your soft hands I got plans for booty work to catch a lapdance That skirt is workin, and by myself, I be jerkin...on to the chorus I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah Chorus: (3X) She got me open, like two big scoops of Raisin Bran Watchin adult films, I'm part time her freak man Hangin' high she's cute, I got my mask on my eye Lickin splits that switch and change her whole voice pitch "Ayyy papi, why you go so low?" I got scuba divin skills, the pro, stay below Authorizin a sign, she reflects with pantylines She got her hair done, apartment two the girl is mines Strippin down the pants, she's wearin spandex flower dresses, the booty to the max apex I'm on my way, with Guinness Stout everyday Jodeci tapes, H-Town, not bringing Four Play Couches are plush, no quickies ladies don't rush You know my flavor, lubricated bareback Torjans get live, you melt down, when I tap the sack Like Kojak, detective, I got your contraceptive I know your perspective, you get picked, I'm selective Rubbin you down, in baths, Calgon bound You lookin sexy smilin, in that soft nightgown Baby love it when I blow bubbles, kiss her stomach She's a dimepiece, I popped up, on the East The lady is ready, tell Duke I'ma rock her steady Chorus (3X) Tight BM, she wanna give me her W Take me shoppin, do what I want to, do it when I want to do I play the game right, work out that back tonight Disco lights beam, dancin a Salsa She got her lingerie on, sippin on Elsa Emotional status, I'm puttin tongues to the baddest Bitin the peaches, cherries open on the beaches I got her turned out, screamin in the bleachers Eatin Padellas, her friends are mad gettin jealous Blockin my great view, some knucklehead's down too Who is it Wizard? I got the address I'ma visit Go down solo, she work at night, at the GoGo New York City Ampex, she pays for my reels She's in Miami, her pockets with tons of bills She lookin good comin from work I hope she bought me a pair of them expensive Maury Aligators Chorus (4X)
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Get off my elevator (Security will escort you out the building) Get off my elevator (That woman is very nosey) (Get off) I choose my subjects, personal man, that's what I want to write Critics critique, I compel that gossip rap is weak '97 I'm blacked out, who's paying all my rent? Larger than hip-hop, you watch me like the president No feedback on R&B scams motivate me With stretch marks around your gut plus I know you hate me Guard your feet, lose celulite, I'm a come complete Work off your meat pounds with super sonic stomach sounds That's word to horse, animal heads, stupid fly gorilla I get pro-vexed, on ghetto clicks I get iller Guard giraffe mics, my style shine like zebra stripes Right in your forehead, my word becomes a real missle I be hanging in back doors like rolls toilet tissue Hydrolic engines blow flies out your left window Your rap is catnip with slob dropping on the pillow Shut your face, shut your mouth like pigeons floying south I'm rolling rampart, the bottoms kid where you start Get off my two sacks, light your pipes, load your crack Get off my elevator! (Security will escort you out the building) Get off my elevator! (That woman is nosey, trying to find out business) Get off my elevator! (Security will escort you out my building) Get off my elevator! (That woman is nosey, trying to find out more business) You're rapping tackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John Shaft You be counting your pubic hairs tryin' deal with math Like mascot, you front your ashy face in Black Beat Studio plastic melts panties sweating street heat I'll be there like Vladimir packing in your ear Dr. Smith, Will Robinson make you say "Oh dear" I take your tour bus, treat you like infested puss Lima beans 'il drop down and grease your dirty jeans National thunderstorms, step up and stop ya power Your records hot milk like yogurt and you smell sour Get my reels, Ampex, a-DAT system flex You got polio knees, lock fell on Soul Train Dancin' with Anorex, punks I'll flip your brain Like Don Cornelious, I hide behind the scenes Make you lick my hot dogs with ketchup on two beans I censorship real quick and feed your family cabbage Make you throw-up eat ham hocks, tuna out the garbage Wind your range with tones, your radio sounds strange Eat out your rare back, snatch ribs out your wild coyote Tell Bob to pay me, the company boss still owe me But Capitol built walls, built fences I come for my check, don't lower your defenses (Ha, Ha, Ha...) Get off my elevator! (Security will escort you out my building) Get off my elevator! (You are very nosey and un-highclassed) Get off my elevator! (Security will definitely esort you away from my building) Get off my elevator! (You'll be shipped away in a cop car) Elevation, upon elevation beyond elevation past Elevation, elevation, past elevation Elevation, elevators elevating elevation

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Under the guise of über-mack Big Willie Keith, Kool Keith has composed an album that is so over-the-top nasty, you might want to handle it with surgical gloves. Sex Style plays like an amateur porn film, and Keith has kindly included explicit samples from adult films that bump ugly against tracks like "Don't Crush It," "Lovely Lady," and "Plastic World." Keith calls the album "pornocore," an experiment in sexual excess that more than delivers on its premise. Expect some very scratchy, woofer-shaking funk that you'll definitely want to roll with. Only problem is, even the hardest listener might feel too embarrassed to blow the nasty vocal drip from this album out of his car speakers. --Todd Levin

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released February 3, 1997

Produced by KutMasta Kurt For FunkyRedNeck Productions

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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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