[Kool Keith]

Ladies and gentlemen, live from Detroit, Michigan, with a

jam-packed crowd of 55,245 people, it's Kool Keith, the

Rhythm X, with Godfather Don, at the St. Nichalous Arena

with Lex Lugor and the man with many faces



I'm like Billy Messenger, rhyme like a passenger

Carrying packages, moving like a messenger

On the street, you talk and you ask in the

I'm coming out, where the hell is your manager?

MC's in New York, everyone wack in the

He's dance falling, take and pay all the cash in the

Another check, spin the record too much and the

Whole lotta junk turning hard on the radio

Flop to flop, pop to pop

MC's stop making tapes, cupcake the trues from

Lose dumb, MC's try to battle and

At the Lyracist Lounge, many scrounge and scrounge

Take 'em back to the real shit, real legit

Any rapper on a label should resign and quit

MCA, Arista, Interscope, Jive, Columbia

How could you let a scum be a

Styling threat, style and bet, you'll regret

I kick lyrics with Janet and tour with Jackson

Wasting time with another wack act

Making whoop and shoot should be doo doo on a pooper scoop

I see the industry buggin', but they don't know no better

I take one two three

Looking at me, sounding like me

Walking like me, clapping like me

Stealing my style and even hardcore and keeping rapping like me

I kick it, but they wait, handicapped standing on the side

Looking like Shaggy and Scooby Doo trying to get through

Styles they go one two three four five six seven eight-oh nine ten

Eleven twelve thirteen, fourteen MC's try the mix with the kid

That flaunts your style, come like Barney Rubble

But a kid will have to open a box of tricks

Lickity licky lick styles



Next up the Godfather Don making his way against the Undertaker and

the Ultimate Warrior. MC's take your seat for the next match, because

there's the moment to miss. Wait til you see the twisting styles of

the Godfather Don.



[Godfather Don]

I stick the styles, uplift my piles like masking tape

You masturbate while your ass all blasted baked

From this endless onslaught like ??? court

I'm on court with spawns that's born tortured

Dismember, limbless winner

Tims will stomp and send hymns to remember

When you first got a peak at the esquisite lyric

Ever visit a complete rapture

Or see perhaps a need for rap disease

The need to trak a often exonerated bombing I'm first to use

I'm rated X, Rhythm, sprayed by techs given

Your shit is wack, got execs quitting

I'm shitting, it's getting morbid

Poor kids with sore clits getting dicks with raw dick

It's time to sever the heads of less than clever I bled

To never ever tread the mess to sever

Attacking to when I'm rapping disintigrating verbatim

I chippy chop and I ate 'em but rate 'em I slayed 'em and baked 'em

With an unleaded more higher to burner more

In other words elevated weighted gets more

Raw, for your example, I gets mad and middle

Ran to venues when you couldn't add

Dial, styles, styles



[Kool Keith]

Once again world champion leaders of the WBCS! Kool Keith, Rhythm X, and

Godfather Don! Raking #1 overall champion over Lex Lugor.

The family Beatnuts, Organized Konfusion