Kool Keith - Lyrical King lyrics
[Kool Keith - Lyrical King lyrics]
(Everybody know that) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that shit) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that)
Little kids get scared
I smack the shit out of
A monster when I devour
That's why I shit on Austin Powers
Watch niggas get souped up and
Comfortable like the Plymouth Prowler
No homerun bastards
I line up everybody like a fouler
Like they mix baking soda and pasta
Only thing these motherfuckers touch
Is Tide and soap powder
(Fuckin soap powder) Microphone perpetration
I see through i want my vocals up louder
Bitch I write some verses
With high octane curses
Popeye and Kentuck' sponsor
I turned down deals with Church's
Y'all fucked up cause the
Colonel made the purchase
I can't no longer support 50 thousand MC's
Homeless and worthless the shit department
I thought you was a delivery
Packagin, I put you in charge
Alright supervisin piss
My messages get across state to state
When I shift doo doo
Out on freight, I take a break
Laugh at you assholes
With club soda and lemon cake
Listen close, examine is that the star flow?
While you talkin baboon shit on the radio
I cancelled seein ducks at the magic show
I know some Mexicans that shit through
The custom sunroof butt naked in Barstow
With bloodhounds on the back of
The graffiti Air Force Nikes that bark low
Remember you fuckin with somebody pro
I shake the piss off my dick
On your album intro
Next time you tell the engineer
To bring it in slow
Toy-ass niggas, I been past niggas
Test crash dummies, I know people
That work with these, crash niggas
For the last 6
008 months I've been hearin trash niggas
With fucked up paparazzis
That think they clownin
Big head motherfuckers
Hot vaginas under they crotch
I like when they bullshit on the mic
And play hopscotch touch the controls
Adjust your platinum and gold
Put the coke all up in your fuckin nose
Don't sleep you better take that No-Doz
Ain't no motherfucker pushin kilos
Ask the motherfucker next to you, he knows
Raggy-aggy, wear your pants baggy
In front of your used Jaggy
You ain't 24 track you still macky
Opposite dress that's tacky
Y'all fuckin with Jonathan Braggy
Basket of bread you grabby
Your fuckin sides are overweight
Can't come in here lookin stupid and flabby
LYRICAL KING'! (lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING'! (y'all know, lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING'! Motherfuck it
Lyrical king
You know the lyrical king when you see him
I don't have to reveal myself
To motherfuckers nowhere ever
When I walk in the room
You rip your motherfuckin papers up
You shut the studio time down
You get that motherfucker out the booth
You tell that nigga he's whack
You let motherfuckers know
Who's in the motherfuckin back
You serve that coffee, you serve that tea
You let a motherfucker know he's
Comin out the fuckin teepee
Fuck you motherfuckers
And all you whack-ass motherfuckers
You know who the motherfuckin lyrical
Motherfuckin king is! Suck the dillz
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that shit) the lyrical king
(Everybody know that) lyrical king
(Everybody know that)
Little kids get scared
I smack the shit out of
A monster when I devour
That's why I shit on Austin Powers
Watch niggas get souped up and
Comfortable like the Plymouth Prowler
No homerun bastards
I line up everybody like a fouler
Like they mix baking soda and pasta
Only thing these motherfuckers touch
Is Tide and soap powder
(Fuckin soap powder) Microphone perpetration
I see through i want my vocals up louder
Bitch I write some verses
With high octane curses
Popeye and Kentuck' sponsor
I turned down deals with Church's
Y'all fucked up cause the
Colonel made the purchase
I can't no longer support 50 thousand MC's
Homeless and worthless the shit department
I thought you was a delivery
Packagin, I put you in charge
Alright supervisin piss
My messages get across state to state
When I shift doo doo
Out on freight, I take a break
Laugh at you assholes
With club soda and lemon cake
Listen close, examine is that the star flow?
While you talkin baboon shit on the radio
I cancelled seein ducks at the magic show
I know some Mexicans that shit through
The custom sunroof butt naked in Barstow
With bloodhounds on the back of
The graffiti Air Force Nikes that bark low
Remember you fuckin with somebody pro
I shake the piss off my dick
On your album intro
Next time you tell the engineer
To bring it in slow
Toy-ass niggas, I been past niggas
Test crash dummies, I know people
That work with these, crash niggas
For the last 6
008 months I've been hearin trash niggas
With fucked up paparazzis
That think they clownin
Big head motherfuckers
Hot vaginas under they crotch
I like when they bullshit on the mic
And play hopscotch touch the controls
Adjust your platinum and gold
Put the coke all up in your fuckin nose
Don't sleep you better take that No-Doz
Ain't no motherfucker pushin kilos
Ask the motherfucker next to you, he knows
Raggy-aggy, wear your pants baggy
In front of your used Jaggy
You ain't 24 track you still macky
Opposite dress that's tacky
Y'all fuckin with Jonathan Braggy
Basket of bread you grabby
Your fuckin sides are overweight
Can't come in here lookin stupid and flabby
LYRICAL KING'! (lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING'! (y'all know, lyrical king)
LYRICAL KING'! Motherfuck it
Lyrical king
You know the lyrical king when you see him
I don't have to reveal myself
To motherfuckers nowhere ever
When I walk in the room
You rip your motherfuckin papers up
You shut the studio time down
You get that motherfucker out the booth
You tell that nigga he's whack
You let motherfuckers know
Who's in the motherfuckin back
You serve that coffee, you serve that tea
You let a motherfucker know he's
Comin out the fuckin teepee
Fuck you motherfuckers
And all you whack-ass motherfuckers
You know who the motherfuckin lyrical
Motherfuckin king is! Suck the dillz