(feat. Esham)



Yes

I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards

The Image Awards

Secret Servicemen, you can sit down

My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so arrogant

But I am..

I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham

And also, backstage passes

For the afterparty, thank you



[Kool Keith]

Black starship control, walk like I'm Darth Vader

My green limousine, purple Maury alligators

Glow in the dark Pele jacket

Shoes shine in your face accurate

Never seen a leather jacket with lights in the back of it

Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo

I'm 2004 beyond the average club music and disco

I take cities by storm

Drop deep like hills in San Francisco

Cookout with hoodrats and fried chicken and Crisco

After dinner, girls come over in lingerie

Bake sugar cookies and ginger snaps from Nabisco

Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme

Ridin fluently into the mountains with briefcases countin

millions and billions and zillions

And quintrillions, in mansions talkin to chameleons

Dark Vadar



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Dark Vadar, watchin DVD's with his new fader

And may the, force be witchu



[Esham]

Back on the scene with a pocket full of green

And I'm speedin like I'm caffeine

Intergalactic, super tactics, sultan with this rapping

Pull up, tinted out limousines, in Detroit I am never seen

Plus I keep a motherfuckin laser beam

To blow away your motherfuckin pale team

Crazy as this shit might seem

Livin in a nightmare, not a dream

All my life I been a microphone fiend

You want the title?  Step in the ring

You ain't tryin to hear me, get your ear bit off

May the force be witchu when I turn your shit off

Star Wars, me and Keith in the bar with scores of whores

And the tours for whores

Pimps push Cadillacs

Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe

Since I was sippin Similak

But I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia, playa

Me and Keith new millenium rhyme sayers

Too futuristic, for you to miss this shit

And if you do, may the force be witchu



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