[Kool Keith]

Well I'm sonically, high bionically

for you dummies, ironically stupid

What are you, Cupid?

You steal my rhymes, and then you loop it

Wrong!  Back this way

Follow me now, head this way

into this, while I rap on through this

For many germs, who never knew this

switches, upside down

Turn around, look in the mirror

You rap catchers are makin a error

Every inning, I'm back to the dugout

You on the field, I'm ready to bugout

like a manager, smackin up your team

Male or female, ducks who dream

of takin me, on the mic and makin me

rack up, MC's I stack up

Foreign precinct rappers need to back up

quickly, I'ma rip your brain off

Throw it down so the blood can drain off

my hands, while I wave to a fan

I'm Kool Keith, not a Bill or a Dan

but a General, equal to a mineral

Pushin a crowd, to keep on dancin

I'm Housing Things



{Moe Love cuts up "Kool Keith"}



[Kool Keith]

Now I'm back, to continue my verses

I'm never screamin loud with any curses

Rougly, that a child can learn

I teach kids, and ducks that burn

with a flamethrower, and how do you show a

a grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower

Twice, into golden wheat

Ground the rest into moldin meat

and cook em, til they all well done

They not ready, they don't smell done

like fish, it ain't my favorite dish

I grab a steak and to battle I wish

a Coke MC or Pepsi I'll sip up

Drop your face and bring the other lip up

Watch, while I stun and amaze you

Kick out lyrics that truly'll daze you

I'm your boss, the one that pays you

Nine to five, all ducks are hired

And when I come MC's are fired

No pay, no way today

You're an employer with nothin to say

But I can say, one thing for sure

I'm Housing Things



{Moe Love cuts up "Kool Keith"}



[Kool Keith]

I think it's pitiful, that you had taunted me

Your girl sulkin, she wanted me first

before you was thought about

Back in the days, when I taught about

science, the real construction

No other solo team or production

did that, or got with that

I play brain ball usin a bat

to your skull, smack it out the park

I rhyme bright, and you're in the dark

with shadows, hallucinating battles

To compel, the capital K, as in Kool

Combined in Keith

Rap metal is terminal chief

and joy, squashin the beef

on time. and my mic will stay on

For any roach or germ who wanna pray on

a weakness, but my uniqueness

has a way to show that I'm slicker

Creating rhymes, you have to be, quicker

and versatile on the microphone

I'm Kool Keith, cold Housing Things



And I'd like to say whassup to my man, Father Mashon

And also my brother Kevvy Kev, Ced Gee, Moe Love, TR

And my man I God, Paul C, Public Enemy and the Jungle Brothers

Peace, I'm outta here