Kool Keith - 14th Song on the Album lyrics
[Kool Keith - 14th Song on the Album lyrics]
Yeah, the 14th song on the album
Yeah kool Keith my flow is cut even
Like Steve Harvey's toupee ask Tech & Sway
Christmas all year long, I will ban Santa
I don't care if you perform your
First hit in the Copacabana
I study the weight class
Watch 'em bite behind the neck
You gotta stick and move
Don't let a gorilla get
You against the ropes, with a banana
The same rappers hate my twist and turns
Awkward Uptown Bronx style
Star vocals jab like Tommy Hearns
Extravagant lifestyle rap
Only the poor people love it
Your refurbished talk is not my concern
Spray Polo cologne on you well
You don't wanna step in the lobby when
A professional check in the hotel
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
Don't let the trophies and awards fool you
With the wet behind your ears organziation
Who's gonna school you?
I'm a true inner city scout
With version talent that's not ready
You're gonna lose too
Waste a lot of distribution money
Another face on the magazine out of nowhere
Lookin retarded and funny
Two kids 19 years old with long sideburns
Look like my grandfather's dad
Fresh from go 'head and brag
Drop them same lyrics, a tough guy
I kill everybody Glock drag
In a garbage bag
Wipe your buttcrack with a zig-zag
The 14th track on the album the 14th track
The 14th track on the album
White tie affair, I ban your tux
You think you're doin somethin eatin
At the Grand Deluxe?
Your verses to me is worth 10 bucks
With a corny image that sucks
I pray heavy by the pond
I find those Donald Ducks
Who move in armored trucks
Uncircumcised cats with lame tracks
Got the nerve to press CD's and
Try to go to wax the 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
Whassup J you did a good job
Yeah kool Keith my flow is cut even
Like Steve Harvey's toupee ask Tech & Sway
Christmas all year long, I will ban Santa
I don't care if you perform your
First hit in the Copacabana
I study the weight class
Watch 'em bite behind the neck
You gotta stick and move
Don't let a gorilla get
You against the ropes, with a banana
The same rappers hate my twist and turns
Awkward Uptown Bronx style
Star vocals jab like Tommy Hearns
Extravagant lifestyle rap
Only the poor people love it
Your refurbished talk is not my concern
Spray Polo cologne on you well
You don't wanna step in the lobby when
A professional check in the hotel
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
Don't let the trophies and awards fool you
With the wet behind your ears organziation
Who's gonna school you?
I'm a true inner city scout
With version talent that's not ready
You're gonna lose too
Waste a lot of distribution money
Another face on the magazine out of nowhere
Lookin retarded and funny
Two kids 19 years old with long sideburns
Look like my grandfather's dad
Fresh from go 'head and brag
Drop them same lyrics, a tough guy
I kill everybody Glock drag
In a garbage bag
Wipe your buttcrack with a zig-zag
The 14th track on the album the 14th track
The 14th track on the album
White tie affair, I ban your tux
You think you're doin somethin eatin
At the Grand Deluxe?
Your verses to me is worth 10 bucks
With a corny image that sucks
I pray heavy by the pond
I find those Donald Ducks
Who move in armored trucks
Uncircumcised cats with lame tracks
Got the nerve to press CD's and
Try to go to wax the 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
The 14th track on the album
Whassup J you did a good job