Hows the Kool Keith Solo Project commin along, it's doing great yah Bob we've come out with a lot of niggers this year, we've come out with them down the ass, we're paying alot of stuff we've lost to cutbacks and another niggers comming into the industry theres more niggers to come.



 Kool Keith:

I walked inside,the baldheaded man, the man is phsycho.

This A&R man, he was a white kid named Micheal

I shot him eight times, blank up in the fuckin face

I murder staff, the company I burn this place

No time for managment, what, who wanna stop a sicko

Man I'm crazy, yo cops better suck my dicko

You know I pack Mac-10's, yo fuck the F.B.I.

I'm bringin two vans, grenades and another guy

I'm cold shootin , I'm bustin up your ambulance

Pop, pop ,pop ,pop, you shake and do a rain dance

Who got the murder case, who got the murder face

I walk in companies boom and my triggers off

Uncle Toms, savage whites and the niggaz off

You talkin blank, blank, blank and all that street shit

Distinctive Breaks,freestyle, I'm on some other shit

I'm throwin big bombs, grenades at fire trucks



 Chorus:

[Reapeat 4x] yeah I'm Fuckin flippin.



 Kool Keith:

I'm buckin everywhere, people are dyin, you call emergency

I got my mask and motherfuckers dont know it's me

I'm shootin glass out, people bring your ass out

I see executives runnin, commin fast out

Please, please, I'll fuckin shoot him in his knees

And burn up the elavator, now try to fuck with these

Pow,pow,pow, I'm shootin like a wild cow

Chocalate cow, the dog is going BOW WOW

The cats are runnin everywhere, people panic

you white and black uncle Tom watch me motherfucker

I ain't no sucker, I'm still fuckin shootin I got hostages up here

Fuck you call the cops (CALL THE COPS)

Yeah I Know

I keep movin buckin my shit the staff dyin

You can't stop me you fuckin devil and a lion



Chorus:

[Repeat 5x]



 Yeah...(Send More Cars)...

I'm on your floor, Call up the cops I shoot the phone

Zip code fuck you in the morning bullet zone

I walk in Radio City, I spray the Grammy's

I'd rather go out, piss some groupies in some panties

You know I'm not goin homo, on that singer shit

I'm on some gunsmoke shit,I'm on that swinger shit

And fuck all you groups out there and all that happy shit

I rap like a pimp, that's right I'm on some daddy shit

You bitches got deals and started out suckin dick

I'm kickin windows, the motherfuckin phsyco clique

I blow face off you punk and my dick get hard

Fuck with my program, I'm mad and my stick get hard

You want some shit, yo Moe go get the streetsweeper

Artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper



Chorus:

[Repeat 8x]



 Outro:

Keith, Keith please come out

This is Detective Goodman from the New York City Police Department

We need you to come out with your hands up and your weapons down

Please Release the hostages, the people have done you no wrong

Let them Goooooooo!



Kool keith:No!



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A man down here with a balled head

Furiously shooting, eating bananas

Looking out the window, sucking lollipops

Spitting on people and telling them to go away

And as he fiercely shoots live

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