Kool Keith, Esham - Dark Vadar lyrics
[Kool Keith, Esham - Dark Vadar lyrics]
Yes i have two tickets to the NAACP Awards
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row
I hate to be so arrogant but, I am
I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham
And also, backstage passes
For the afterparty, thank you
Black starship control
Walk like I'm Darth Vader
My green limousine, purple Maury alligators
Glow in the dark Pele jacket
Shoes shine in your face accurate
Never seen a leather jacket with lights
In the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and
Makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average
Club music and disco i take cities by storm
Drop deep like hills in San Francisco
Cookout with hoodrats and fried
Chicken and Crisco
After dinner, girls come over in lingerie
Bake sugar cookies and ginger
Snaps from Nabisco
Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme
Ridin fluently into the mountains
With briefcases countin
Millions and billions and zillions
And quintrillions
In mansions talkin to chameleons dark Vadar
Dark Vadar, watchin DVD's with his new fader
And may the, force be witchu
Back on the scene with a pocket full of green
And I'm speedin like I'm caffeine
Intergalactic, super tactics
Sultan with this rapping
Pull up, tinted out limousines
In Detroit I am never seen
Plus I keep a motherfuckin laser beam
To blow away your motherfuckin pale team
Crazy as this shit might seem
Livin in a nightmare, not a dream
All my life I been a microphone fiend
You want the title? Step in the ring
You ain't tryin to hear me
Get your ear bit off
May the force be witchu when
I turn your shit off star Wars
Me and Keith in the bar with scores of whores
And the tours for whores
Pimps push Cadillacs
Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe
Since I was sippin Similak
But, I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia
Playa
Me and Keith new millenium rhyme sayers
Too futuristic, for you to miss this shit
And if you do, may the force be witchu
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row
I hate to be so arrogant but, I am
I have two tickets, Keith, and Esham
And also, backstage passes
For the afterparty, thank you
Black starship control
Walk like I'm Darth Vader
My green limousine, purple Maury alligators
Glow in the dark Pele jacket
Shoes shine in your face accurate
Never seen a leather jacket with lights
In the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and
Makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average
Club music and disco i take cities by storm
Drop deep like hills in San Francisco
Cookout with hoodrats and fried
Chicken and Crisco
After dinner, girls come over in lingerie
Bake sugar cookies and ginger
Snaps from Nabisco
Even nighttime, we bust a night rhyme
Ridin fluently into the mountains
With briefcases countin
Millions and billions and zillions
And quintrillions
In mansions talkin to chameleons dark Vadar
Dark Vadar, watchin DVD's with his new fader
And may the, force be witchu
Back on the scene with a pocket full of green
And I'm speedin like I'm caffeine
Intergalactic, super tactics
Sultan with this rapping
Pull up, tinted out limousines
In Detroit I am never seen
Plus I keep a motherfuckin laser beam
To blow away your motherfuckin pale team
Crazy as this shit might seem
Livin in a nightmare, not a dream
All my life I been a microphone fiend
You want the title? Step in the ring
You ain't tryin to hear me
Get your ear bit off
May the force be witchu when
I turn your shit off star Wars
Me and Keith in the bar with scores of whores
And the tours for whores
Pimps push Cadillacs
Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe
Since I was sippin Similak
But, I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia
Playa
Me and Keith new millenium rhyme sayers
Too futuristic, for you to miss this shit
And if you do, may the force be witchu