Kool Keith - The Real Beginer lyrics

Yeah! Y'knahmsayin? Tashan Dorrsett
It's all about Tashan you think you tough?
Like you got lyrics written from
The state of prison
You lookin like a warm-up guy
With another man, with a bra and panties
Dropped to your ankles in the kitchen
A sweet guy like you never listened
Let me urinate on the drum
My pee cover your neck, defecation mode
Squattin on your left shoulder's my mission
Remove the waste off your shirt
Cream stop you up like butter get
The taste off your shirt seek more
Ask your whack-ass man about
The hospital work
Security hold the bottles back
Vocal expert, heavy commando team
Your janitor's hurt we piss on your concert
Diarrhea cover your cars
Your toilet won't flush
Leave turds in your 10 bedroom house
I see how you network

The real beginner, TOP
(the real beginner) , T-O-P
T-O-P, the real beginner
(the real beginner) TOP! T-O-P
(Top! T-O-P) The real beginner! Top
T-O-P (Top T-O-P) the real beginner
(the real beginner) top, T-O-P (Top T-O-P)
The real beginner TOP
(the real beginner) T-O-P

How I define how I live my
Life is different than yours
I write the present prophecies
I wasn't seekin awards
I was the four corner chief
"Off the Wall" like one glove puff piff
Be out like Whodini with "One Love"
I'm out to conquer the world
Plan to live prosperous
Plant seeds on one Earth, and live monogomous
Strive for perfection
Two steps forward and three back
Skatin on these devils but they
Aimin at my kneecaps
I formulate the proper procedure
My flow is fever i mortally wound
And conversate out with wild goons
I silence your camp like boy
He's at Crystal Lake watch positive flip
Now they set off for easy bake
Fourth quarter score
You niggas a court order away
From eviction out the PJ's
Now I'ma maintain, relax
Kick facts about black kings
And queens who pull string that's how
The team bring home cream

Big terror alert'! I shitted in
Your white Louis Vuitton bag
My piss stains'll cover up the dashboard
I wipe my ass on your armrest
I didn't mean to change
The air condition temperature
Your wife clean out my defecation in the back
Of your man's Jag
Tough stains nigga you need detergent
Ask your girl for a rag spot stain remover
Go ahead clean behind your back
Seat with a pooper scooper
Fly bitches, pick up my shit on the windows
It's all brown stuff I stick up
With my shit before I hit
The car wash and flip
What's that on the straw?
Be careful motherfucker
You see you got shit on your lips
You fuckin with a guy walkin
Around with shorts on
With army and a t-shirt, yeah
Bustin out three clips
You pay for the steak motherfucker?
You actin like you puttin up
Lipstick on a bitch
Grab your check, leave the table full of food
I ate already
Leave the waitress with some God damn tips

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