Crocodile Pope
Kool Keith with the style!
That's the problem with being a trendsetter, suffering all those wannabes. That, and nodding off in interviews.
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
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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