Kool Keith lyrics
Kool Keith lyrics
"Maxi Curls lyrics"
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Strophe 1 They try to keep you small - afraid of loosing their control (you can?t be, no you can?t be) But your will is getting strong - inside you feel the overcome (you can be, yes you can be if you...) Strophe 2 They watch the moves you make - waiting for your big mistake (you can?t be, no you can?t be) but there is no turning back - once you ever made this step (
Strophe 1 They try to keep you small - afraid of loosing their control (you can?t be, no you can?t be) But your will is getting strong - inside you feel the overcome (you can be, yes you can be if you...) Strophe 2 They watch the moves you make - waiting for your big mistake (you can?t be, no you can?t be) but there is no turning back - once you ever made this step (
Chorus: Kool Keith I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...) Remote control alligators [Kool Keith] I got skill, you're on my tip, now back off Slack off, let me do this, and y'all turn the wack off The radio stereo here we go, flow and blow Puerto Rico, Southside, Latin, you're feed pattern Black people mingle, white people, buy my single Bingo bangle, let go my steel Eggo Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin Ratin latent, and perpetratin My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes You get frantic, New York City, run and panic California, I switch up, boogie on ya Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN! And heads I clip off, in rap leWoof Woof lyricsave a bloodstain A bigger pain, you would need novacaine Bite off Rakim, you copy Big Daddy Kane You know my steelo, I rhyme against a million people who think they equal, disguisin as Jamaican people Fakin, funkin, you're pedigree, your beat is sunk in Tonka toy of little boy, steppin down to Roy I'm no joke, I rap for cash and you're buyin a coat Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through Yeah.. Chorus [Kool Keith] Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G No time for promos, get paid when I MC You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so real and radio blackout, your format, is not appealin R&B can step up, but can't compare to me You oughta know -- how, I, feel That's wack, with bookbags, packed on your back Video bop, my skin is black BET P
Better ride You in tune to the sounds Of the dance floor giants, 69 And we come to make you dance And I brought my dogs wit me Check it out Hold up, wait a minute Y'all dance, who think I'm pretty? Loud man breakin' your town We?re the force to make ya get down Know and a bigger mess in your plans It beats nothing so I dance 69 mic on the ground, breakin' it down WantThe Soulcollector lyricsrogram your channels, your grandkids wanna see me Freakin status, freakin styles, freakin flows Freakin foes, freakin lyrics, freakin spirits I make a def person hear it Duplicate you demonstrate, what I used to make Remakes I watch, your crew'll imitate Motivate still skills to pay bills Creative sauce, watch out, I'm your boss On Panasonic like Steve, style bionic You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin You be out lurkin for danger, in my Ranger You think I'm bugged man? With Catwoman, like a stranger Packed with speed, supersonic level Reed Steelo jets and Bill Blass like rockets In your pockets, damagin your brain sockets Yeahhhhh? Chorus [Kool Keith] Like Mobile, settin up shop in Alabama For proper grammar, my style Arm & Hammer Strong computer, underground like Roto Rooter Fools
when you close your eyes and fall asleepthen it's time for me to riseyou believe you are safe in dreamlandand that no one can reach you therei seduce you in your slumberand invite you to my worldyour body is still in the real worldbut now your soul belongs to mei will bring you torture everlastingunleash my hate upon youyou know i am the master of your mindAlmost Perfect lyricscritics they mimic, copy, sloppy MC's get hurt, you blockhead, try to stop me Digital thinkin, you're blinkin, career sinkin Old like Mod Squad, you rap like Lincoln Sideburns turned, you catchin ringworm A heavy virus, worser than, hepatitis Schizophrenic like ten people out the clinic Yankee Stadium uptown, you can't win the pennant I do construction, you pack up your whole production Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C-D E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-R-S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style on your reels You went uptown, claimin my sound Get back, stay down Chorus 2X [Kool Keith] Maxi curl, activator Brought to you by, Kool Keith
Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red Almost all the time Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes When I climb into bed with her at night She don't wanna try But this just feels so right She's almost perfect She is so close to being everything She's almost perfect But she's not, she's not mine Maybe she knows she drives me crazy Jus