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Kool Keith
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Correct Still The Best
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[kool keith] Yeah American and european, national champion Kool keith, you know who I am The master man, willie biggs, big status Droppin nine-six and seven, big status Skill.. Lotto winners I taught new york city, the five boroughs how to rap You can take that back, and pull them thongs our your rectum crack I'm +poppa large+, big daddy, big penis in a caddy Retro petrol, I run that whole metro-politan area, Burnin ya, the style is scarin ya You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow I'm texas swift, down south, they call me frankie joe Keep pushin rigs, mack trucks, drop off your girl's wigs I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert No common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt You best to be prepared, paperclips, on your mouth I rock virginia, tag atlanta, 95 south Then hit miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy I'm national kid, girls like the way I dress Chorus: kool keith (repeat 2x) I'm still the best, I'm still the best, east to west Joe kingpin, big stack, money willie biggs [kool keith] Superfly get back, your whole group is +freddie's dead+ Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bed I'm jay gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo doo You can't stop me, step off, now let your girl jock me I ride a bus and tail just like a kawasaki Motorcycles with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya Political style flop, your child play is amateur Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb I get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole room Wear green capes and walk in clubs like I'm dr. Dooom Handblock double switch monkey style, flying horsemen Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men I be the silver surfer, glidin with a fly leather Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weather We do this like brutus, I make you say, "who dis? " The man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty Masquerade man is ill, keith spinnin reel to reel Who play the number tonight? I put six on a five Shoulda combinated, go ahead baby Chorus 2x Big willie, big willie Big willie-heyyyeah-heyyy Big willie, big willie Big willie heiyyyyyy [kool keith] You're not competition, no joke, I know your kinfolks That sloppy gotti style just a bowl of wheat oats No matter how mean or point blank hard you look I cover my eye, retarded bugged like I'm captain hook Like vincent price, I'm nice, I bake and coke you twice Your crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is bird At my night show lick my pubic hair, tell me word I'm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like lassie Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner I kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner Get s*** raw, the champagne pours even more No forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on tour I'm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligent Yeah, I bought the dream book Gon' play what I got to play tomorrow Do this right, yeah Chorus 2x Best, east to west Best, east to west, big willliehaeyyy Best, east to west Best, east to west, hooo hoo ho hoooo Best, east to west Best, east to west, heyyyy heyy, heyyy heyy, heyyy heyyaheahhh
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