Kool Keith, TomC3 - Feel Me lyrics

Executive chess
I play against a well trained animal
You move next stylist got you dress
Like you comin in from Budapest
Lookin like Burt Lancaster
You slow to circle down backwards like a
Old lady drivin a steering wheel
When Dr martin choose 'em they
Probably diss the suit's
I wish the competition create
Somethin new faster
Believe me, you'll find that place on Aster
The heavy and the deep sustain
I Kodak freeze your frame
Pee on your righthand pinky rang
Stop you while you recording
Nonsense insult your character
Make you rewrite the whole thang
Reject the pie in the
Studio your mother bring
Show you gorillas when Rodney's not here
It depends on how many Burgers you produce
Before I let you be King
Feel the snap of the yellowjack'
Bee sting with guaze pads
On your baggage claim bags
Any object in my way who brags
Sit on top of feminine
Deoderant protective rags
Y'all face the awards on the podiums
Thankin everyone who made you
Don't forget your girlfriend
Weightliftin boyfriend's bonin him the extra

It's Jahizzle your nizzle
Tough as gristle epistle like
Fall from tossin Soviet hammer and the sickle
Red dyke but doper infant
I invent communistic
Fried drum chum or high jazz biscuit's wicked
I picket bigots and I boycott the bigamist
My Johnson, TV dinner Swanson
Good light licorice
Suckers on my shitlist, are so shiftless
Stick out like an ishthmus
I lob globs of mucus on snobs
Whose jobs make 'em listless
The effigy in lethargy
My weaponry the Christmas
I crackle like a cracker
Crumble in your mouth
Call him hairy dissentary
Bloody's how he's comin out
And my crew are thick as
Chuck Norris chest mayne
Let's burn this pyre higher
Throw your rhymes on the death flame
To dunk I jump off two feet, J Rich
Dominique players who push off on ass cheeks
Like Jordan are so weak
They cheat, no jumpman for me, no 23 jersey
Rhyme nerdy, lines dirty, I hurry
Not girly MC's curtsey
I'm so merciless I show no mercy
I'm just like Percival my body's so sturdy
My rhymes are dirty, get up early
MC's have Hasidic forelocks like Shirley
Temple

They choose a foul like Sam
Gettin hyped up with a 2-piece
All sniffed up to the bone
The city fall for the biblery fast
Duplicates, DJ's people follow 'em
I ignore the imitation replicas
They think they Larry Graham
These dudes are messed up in the
Mind of high on ham with DJ's testin racks
Ears out with new radio programme
Scientific defects bounced off the
Walls in the projects
It kills me, when evil stays 24 hours
Everybody who's a demon hang they
Coats on the rack
After companies made billions off of
Biggie Smalls and 2Pac prototypes
People wanna remove the devil horns off
The top of they head move into conscious rap
And stab you while you not
Lookin right in the back
Rob you again, show you the floorplan
Of the commercial map
MC's linin up from the circus
Need to be slapped
I'ma tell my truth like an Israelite
A 45th Street guard strike
You with the thunder, when lightning speak
What the parasites move out this week