Yeah! Straight from New York City
 It's all the way live   youknowhatI'msayin?
 And I gotta tell you like this
 Like Shan said  I pioneered this
 And I'ma let you have it

 Super status  structure  lyrically the baddest
 No time to perpetrate on front street  I rock the fattest
 Ultimate ego  your rap style  sounds feeble
 Bionic black man  crowd packed with tons of people
 No one the equal, should grab the mic, stop my sequel
 Purchase your ticket, I been here since Wilson Pickett
 Shut off your rap dream, career's over, that's on high beam
 You on the trampoline learnin, you still concernin
 I burn your index, spray your raps like they insects
 I want that action

 Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)

 I do this all the time
 (Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
 I do this all the time
 (Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)

 [Kool Keith]
 Movin steady through yo' zip code, arrangements, your lip fold
 Y'all Billboard hype companies line that y'all ship go
 Got your mom believin the label clown pick your room up
 Y'all stuck in contracts in pop's house, clean your room up
 I pull your charter from the blind side, to the start up
 There'll be no star, pull them stickers off your rented car
 Your man is playin also, a fake mafioso
 His rap is so-so, I'm warmed up like chocolate cocoa
 Who you know go? Get that kid, off your promo
 I move like Marko, New York City think I'm Cuomo
 You sayin, "Oh no, Keith is droppin big solo"
 I hang on Grand Street, with shoppin bags down on SoHo

 Chorus

 [Kool Keith]
 Catch you out there, with mic stands, cords in yo' hand
 Youse a first year rookie, duplicatin Method Man
 I test yo' skills, fanbase that only go to Peteskil
 Servin headwork, new MC's, watch your neck jerk
 I'm such an expert, I pull you quick, stop your concert
 I drop my interludes sharp now, words and inserts
 Back your face up, while sound man, turn the bass up
 You wearin makeup, your skirt is short, sippin a quart
 You think you're hardcore? You're opposite, rappin softcore
 Kickin metaphor with zeroes, I give you a score
 Monster amateur, I move up kid, then I damage ya
 Check one two

 Chorus

 (Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
 (Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)
 (Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
 (Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way)
 (Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)
 (Every night and every day, Kool Keith does his thing his way