Extra Kool, Kool Keith, Time - Put Your Nylons On lyrics

Let's get this done
Undisputed champ, I'm taking it back to rhyme
Camp, the charter bus expression
Quick service to the session
My occupation is telling rappers
Their reflection, of there expression
They know the peep talk
You got to step off with a pimp walk
I give them tip talk
They half it up and spit talk
Cough a lot of dust, they spit chalk
Who can test
The over ground, go on to the underground
How could you come down here
Back up boy don't you realize you
Got on a wedding night gown
You should break out
Quicker then the speed of sound
You name an mc
Who went up, I see them come down
With his family
Rocking nylons and tight panties
Oh is he little
Orphan Annie, he's the lyrical tranny
Hanging out with his granny
Look at the envelope he gave me
What ever he hand me
Taking chances mcs wearing
Girdles at dances
They know I'm running rapper then ramped
Put your nylons on
Little rappers looking silly
Feeling saucey in a stocking cap
Nameless in my city

He got clowned for the creature
And everybody loves tickled pink
But he's tasty like cupcakes and vomit
In the kitchen sink, so
I guess failure's cool, so
Everybody's got to try it
Being underrated is a
Privilege in the mouth of all the lairs
So what's the deal pretty boy
I guess I'm the bullet and the sword
I'm cliches and the weak
I'm the memories and the
Whores, I was everything you need
A broken heart of
Custom features, I'm a lullaby kid
The man who brought you creature, creature
But the life has finally changed
He see's the rappers feeling sick
Changing styles like
There panties, but they ain't worth a kiss
So he greets them with a wish
Leaves them whispering all alone
In the dark running lips
Like they don't feel my songs
Extra Kool is too soft, but his stage show is
Special, the way he writes what he says
It's like his mouth is comfort dental
But he's black balled now
By the papers and pretenders
By his ex and his city
But his stalker mover to Denver
So now it's bubble gum
Rap for a bubble gum life
Spiting candy off the lips
Fingers crossed for a wife
So will the fame find me
Before I'm lost and walking home
Before you go and talk
Shhh, put your nylons on

The name is Time I got a pep in my step
You see dripping
Mics, where I crept and I left
Forget being underrated
And or number rated, I fit into
A list, I tell the truth, that's
Why I'm hated, I've inspired more diss songs
Then we love chris songs, but that's okay
Cause in my face we get along
People come up to me, they say
What's up and give me dap, and
When I turn around
They throw a tomahawk in my back
Then they go home and kick
Off the pantie-hoes and take a shower
Then go and record a gangster
Track and give their
Producer flowers, I'm not looking for fame
I'm looking for a fat wallet
In a city full of quicksand I'm looking
For a path that's solid, I'm
Gonna be number one, like
Five minus four, forget a key to the village
I'll kick down the door, and tag Dirty
Lab in a Krylon bomb, cause
Sucker mcs rap with nylons on