Kool Keith - Big Eyes (demo version untitled) lyrics

Yeah, never less as I come
In my green Cadillac with my purple cape
Un-circumcised with no rain coat
With no underwear, prepare for the Phantom
With yo big eyes ha huh ha huh, yeah

As I lyrical flip my
Body never wear underwear
Girls stare, I pluck in they public hair
The masquerade I'm crazy with a switch blade
I cut jaws the face of a wild shark
I love Cal Can, "Roof!", can a dog bark
I'll bite ya girl make a women catch rabies
Then eat Gerber from a jar like the babies
I like cereal, yo you Cap'n Crunch
Juggle my jellybeans, yo captain munch

I like roach spray mixed in my gin and juice
You better go get spray and make it strong
My tractor trailer
My private piece is quite long



I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes

As I masturbate every time about 8
The last time I masturbated
Through the earthquake
I saw your picture girl
Shirley Temple Jheri Curl
You walk around through a toilet
And a do do world

I know the spokes are white a green Cadillac
Polka dot grey I'm satisfied I
Won't take it back
I need the mustard from the Whataburger
I spell it backwards I take
My girl to King Burger

You better rush on in an order fries
Before I get mad and start
Peein' in your eyes
Like Gomer Pile, surprise, surprise
You seen my drawers of course
You see my rubber
No fat stretch marks I ain't the
One you got the blubber
"What the hell am doin', I telling you that?"

I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes

I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes

Missile check I'm aimin' four to your rectum
With mexican beans collard greens
I respect 'em
You hold the apples while girls
Pull they pants down
I got a bottles of flies
I'm throwin' ants down

Like Joe said one time
I'm drinkin' straight rum
Chewin' they embryo
Actin' like it's bubble gum
I get inside, bark and crank the truck
Cruz up the highway, you out there you stuck

You ain't the one I got no cables no goose
Look in the back I got no room, see my moose
I better hide what's left at 7 Eleven
Call the Ranger, the Phantom at 11
He got black boots and
Stains on my turtle-neck
My mink is yellow and tan female birds peck
I got no rags to clean I love the vomit
It makes me sexy, my underwear atomic

You smell the rose
I'm smellin' cookin' flower
I call your house and let it ring for an hour
I got to clean up my
House set the mouse traps
I know one he's grey and
Cool and the mouse raps
I seen 'em seen 'em I
Seen 'em through peripheral vision

I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes

I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes
I look around the corner and
See your big eyes

Yes, stop peepin' around in my window
I see you lookin'
I got no shades, he's comin' after me
Yeah huh huh, I see you
Stop peepin' in my windows (Who's there)
All my neighbors, I hear voices
(Stay out my business)

Little people talkin' to me
Stay out my business
I be going to see the doctor tomorrow


(approx 2 mins of silence)

Kool Keith yeah wassup?
This is Kool Keith and I'm
Chillin' out with the drum checkin' out
Stanford 951 with KutMasta Kurt
Kevvy Kev on the San Francisco, Santa Cruz
All over the Bay Area
I'll kick it like this for ya one time

One time i bust rhymes
Wicked, wick it, then I stick it stick it
People say I'm so smooth when I come down
And groove on, off the beat
With the style that I choose
And loose and then abuse many
Then turn, take out plenty
That try to take my
But they can't move as I fake a
Sound, move swift, get off the beat
On the beat with the style that I kick
They know I'm smooth smooth
Hype hype and dope dope
I switch switch my style up
I come and I no no you can't do this
The style better back up kid
You don't know the style that I used to audit
When I say, when I play, when I come smooth
I come right into that groove
I spin around like a record on a thirty-three
I come around 'cause I know
That I'm a funky MC
From here, to New York, to Stanford
Connecticut
I wreck with others down to San Francisco
Look at the style as I rock and flaunt
Kick through the promo
Vicious, I come professional
Without no question like Kane said, superb
I'm smokin' more herb as I get
With the derb and serve many
And plenty, and take out others and any
Rappers know me
But they can't show me no style
They booty when they smile
But they try to step to me
They butter, I get smooth
I reck to the others
They can't say they got no rep on me
When they try to step to my style, I smile
But they know I walk and walk
And talk in offbeat style style
I kick it wicked, the funky
Hypo doper, super, superb, nice
Smooth, offbeat and on any type of beat that
You try to get on hype of
But, you can't take my style
And choose the type of
Lyrics I choose for you schools
My students out there trying to learn from me
You get burned by me as I wreck it
I spin like you get turned by me
But, you can't say nothing
But only get referred by me
To my distant sound, go round for round
Pound for pound, MC's drop down
Look like the eyes - tears of a clown
But they all know my style
I come and I talk like president
I come from here, styles kick, yeah
You try to get wicked wicked
I stop stop, I flex flex, I flaunt flaunt
I show show yeah, I get smooth but not
Old like Kurtis Blow Blow i know my style
You know it, wait a while
Standin' on the side
Like a refugee, trying to get with me
Trying to move and trying to
Get slick with me
But, you can't cope, or even stick with me
My style, off the top of my head
No rhymes pre-written or bitten
From another man your brother man
The crew, the kid, they trying to rock from
The lover land
You better go back and choose from
Your whole crew another plan
To try to get with, or
Stick with, you're like water, lick with
Can't move, or try to get with
My style, any type of rhyme
Hyper offbeat, different type of
I shoot MC's like a sniper
When I grow, they like soft
Like Peter the Piper i rhyme off, I flow
Show many that I'm professional
With, you can't do this
Or try to get through this
I'm used to this when you can't, or try
Or try to get good with this my style
You can't- or try- even- or shit with this
I come and twist many
Show them that they ain't got no time
For the X

Signin' off from New York City
The number one MC out there
Showin' brothers skills for bills on
Top of the hills
I look around, cause you no frills