Kool Keith

Kool Keith - I Run Rap songtekst

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Yeah
 Number one MC in the world  a.k.a. Dr. Dooom
 Straight out of solitary
 I got the block locked down
 Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay
 You don't wanna step in my cell
 I eat your ass for real
 Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick

 Most rappers flex up  they vexed up  they actin hard
 Attendin Catholic school at mom's house  they soft as lard
 They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks
 That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin Victoria's Secret
 Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra's showin, pickin dust up
 You light your trees up, I'm just the man to skin yo' knees up
 Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you
 Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can't find you
 I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for Zig-Zags
 You got your panties on with wigs on, y'all playin tag
 Walkin in tough kid, your girdle's showin, watch your doo-rag
 G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like Starsky and Hutch
 Y'all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections
 I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin
 Droppin this A-bomb make, tough MC's, put on Avon
 Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 I'm the man of the hour
 Watchin girls takin a shower
 I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back

 [Dr. Dooom]
 Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners
 I get ill, serve the best MC's with Massengil
 While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to Big Bill
 Right on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you've been hurt
 Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen
 Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men
 I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men
 Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, I cruise on East and
 look at your contracts, while Vaseline, smears your buttcrack
 I counteract tracks, while you ate rhymes smokin crack
 Skinny kid two pounds, with phony legs, bustin two rounds
 That man is slinky, jacks off, and rappers host his Twinkie
 Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, y'all shirts is stinky
 Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie
 Now stop BS then cut your weight down, you'd be like Vester
 Facin your whole crew, with cardinals on like Uncle Fester
 Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez
 On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez
 Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad
 I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back

 Chorus

 [Dr. Dooom]
 Rappers get maxi-pads and O.B., their time of the month
 No time for phone calls from tough guys, y'all puff them blunts
 Some serious stretch marks, cock-diesel MC's end up pregnant
 Nine months in time stuck, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock
 Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress
 Petrol with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest
 Knock up your celldon, your big group, they roll with Alvin
 Drag queen on Front Street, program, all your SP-12 beats
 Y'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat
 Y'all run y'all knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete
 Lipstick is smeared on, your Pele shirt, get your fear on
 Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like Starkist
 I call him Miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas
 I call you Anna make you sniff balls, back to Atlanta
 Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to Grandma
 I run rap, tell MC's to watch their back

 Chorus

 [Dr. Dooom]
 That's right
 When you see in the mess hall
 All new jacks, even if you're old, give me that respect
 YouknowhatI'msayin? You might get neglected
 That's right, send me all the commisary
 Battlin me ain't necessary
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