Ultramagnetic MC’s, Kool Keith - I'm Fuckin' Flippin’ lyrics

How's the Kool Keith solo
Project coming along?
It's doing great, yeah Bob
We promoted a lot of niggers this year
We promoted 'em down the ass
We paid a lot of stuff out
We lost, we took cutbacks
And another nigga is just
Coming in the industry
It's more niggers to come

I walked inside, the baldheaded man
The man is psycho this A&R man
He was a white kid named Michael
I shot him eight times
Blank up in the fuckin face
I murder staff, the company I burn this place
No time for management, what
Who wanna stop the sicko?
Mad I'm crazy, yo cops better suck my dicko
You know I pack mac-10's, yo fuck the FBI
I'm bringin two vans
Grenades and another guy i'm cold shootin
I'm bustin in your ambulance
Pop pop pop pop
You shake and do a rain dance
Who got the murder case
Who got the murder face
I walk in companies boom and
Blow my triggers off
Uncle Toms, savage whites and the niggas off
You talkin blank blank blank and
All that street shit
Distinctive breaks, freestyle
I'm on some other shit
I'm throwin big bombs
Grenades at the firetruck

Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin

I'm buckin everywhere, people are dyin
You call emergency
I got my mask and motherfuckers
Don't know it's me i'm shootin glass out
People bring your ass out
I see executives runnin, they comin fast out
Please, please
I'll fuckin shoot him in his knees
And burn up the elevator
Now try to fuck with these
Pow pow pow, I'm shootin like a wild cow
Chocolate cow, the dog is goin BOW WOW
The cats are runnin everywhere, people panic
You white and black Uncle Tom
Watch me motherfucker
I ain't no sucker, I'm still fuckin shootin
I got hostages up here, fuck you
Call the cops yeah I know
I keep movin, buckin my shit, the staff dyin
You can't stop me you fuckin devil and a lion

Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin

Yeah (send more cars)
I'm on your floor, call up the cops
I shoot the phone
Zip code fuck you in the morning bullet zone
I walk in Radio City, I spray the Grammy's
I'd rather go out
Piss some groupies in some panties
You know I'm not goin homo
On that singer shit
I'm on that gunsmoke shit
I'm on that swinger shit
And fuck you groups out there
And all that happy shit i rap like a pimp
That's right I'm on some daddy shit
You bitches got deals
And started out suckin dick
I'm kickin windows
The motherfuckin psycho clique
I blow your face off you punk
And my dick get hard fuck with my program
I'm mad and my stick get hard
You want some shit, yo Moe
Go get the streetsweeper
Artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper

Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin

Keith, Keith please, come out, come out
This is Detective Goodman from the
New York City Police Department
We need you to come out now with
Your hands up and your weapons down
Please release the hostages
The people have done you no wrong
Let them goooooooooo!

Live, Channel 2 News, Jim Jensen
A man down here with a bald head
Furiously shooting, eating bananas
Looking out the windows, sucking lollipops
Spitting on people and telling them
To go away and as he fiercely shoots, live
We bring you this special 2 News report