[Kool Keith]
 Yeah whassup T Love
 A lot of brothers be freestylin (right)
 Blowin smoke at your clothes
 Girls be out there with  weaves with
 glue in they scalps  tryin to get loose
 But it's time to drop gooses! (true dat)
 YouknowhatI'msayin?

 "T  hit it off!"

 [T Love]
 There's a lot of girls rhymin on the mic with no direction
 Don't know why they flexin  forgot rules and lessons
 The essence: beats and rhymes and shit
 I'm about to show these bitches that I'll die for this
 With more than the skills to pay the bills at ?, I rock it
 Nobody knows my name, at least I'm hittin pocket
 It's been a while.. "been-been-a, been-a, been a long time" -> Ra
 Yeah, it's been a long time since B-Girls got down
 Now I be, mannered like Janet, Jack-me when I'm not lookin
 Cause iffin I'm lookin, then you get YO' shit tooken
 A hundred degrees of heat, under emcees who sleep-walkin
 in some bibles since the age of three
 See I be a rap editor, rhymer et cetera
 to the letter or competitor, not in it for the cheddar
 A calligraphist, envisionist
 Yeah it's been a long time but I'm back to make a diff'

 Chorus: Kool Keith

 That girl is wack.. That kid is wack..
 That producer's wack.. Your whole family's wack..
 "So wack that it's bound to show"

 [Kool Keith]
 I'm systematic, graphic, outspoken, master past a certain MC
 Abilities of enemies, construct nine million quitrillion
 makes a brother brilliant, strong like Einstein
 I find the underlying, words with verbs herb
 Make me famous when I pull up on your anus
 It's disaster for the tri-state actor, in a circle like Urkel
 Yo T-Love, these assholes are dirt specks on my rugs
 Smokin blunts with stomach pumps
 Pick up the mic, your crew'll only rhyme once
 For the budget, 70,000 Monopoly money
 With a wack producer, usin Sonny Spitz
 You on that "Keep it Real" list, you're broke
 You're name is Captain Provoke, better know you ain't
 never eatin Tony Rhomes, files of culture I'm still dope
 even not with Ultra -- back you saved this from Casio samples
 I'm raw like green apples
 Fly smooth, I ain't got nuttin to prove
 Your album has been out for forever
 You didn't even go plether
 Plastic was your quota, Mr. Spiritual Philosopher
 Prepare for your release for foul speech
 You weak, like Cream of Wheat
 I step to you and blow out assholes like Miami Heat
 Yo, take off those boots, it's ninety-five degrees out here
 It's fuckin hot

 "So wack that it's bound to show"

 Chorus

 [T-Love]
 Return of the B-Girl promises
 nothing less, than spectacular, with vernacular
 Peep how T mackin the verb
 like hoes strollin, on Pharoah, I'm givin you the narrow
 The L-Down, I mean the skinny, this Pickaninny
 went to rock battle, while she rides up to Denny's
 Nah I ain't really tryin to diss nobody
 But old school B-Girls swore in the Goddess
 In studded Gazelles, they did windmills
 West had on the Pumas, East had on the Shells
 Rock the Bells sell prevailed by L's lips
 Serious about the type of styles we flipped
 We get closer to millenium, B-Girls dwindlin
 You don't have to stress because "I'm, comin!"
 It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
 Sorry for the wack shit you slept through

 Chorus 2X

 [Kool Keith]
 Yeah, it's return of the B-Girl
 T-Love in the house for the nine-seven
 Pullin all, glue off wigs
 That's right, damagin skulls
 That's right it's all beauty parlor skills
 That's right
 Touchin up on the weaves and cuttin ends off