Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool Keith
Kool Keith
Performer
Black Silver the Navigator
Black Silver the Navigator
Performer
Piz n' Riz
Piz n' Riz
Vocals
Live 7
Live 7
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Thornton
Keith Thornton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kool Keith
Kool Keith
Producer
Jeremy Larner
Jeremy Larner
Executive Producer
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Mixing Engineer
Manny Lecouna
Manny Lecouna
Mastering Engineer
Michael "Bonz" Malak
Michael "Bonz" Malak
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This is the intro!
Why are you looking hard with a hood on and Timberland boots
Staring at me for one, hour
When you could walk up and shake my hand? Why?
Why are you making those mean faces in your videos
With the fish lens effects? Why?
Why do you walk in the clubs with 30 people around you
And stand in the corner with big bodyguards for no reason? Why?
Why do you pull up, in valet parking with your Benz
That is rented, fronting on a cellular phone that doesn't work? Why?
Why are you smirking up your face
Making obnoxious, facial scenes like I'm supposed to be scared? Why?
Who are you?
I circle like sharks while y'all panic, I cruise the Atlantic
Y'all think I'm spaced out, human from the Earth planet
That's right tomorrow I plan to boo your shows in the Apollo
You follow in the crowd the audience is hollow
Never ending while I'm mind bending, rescinding you the first verse
That you was worse, a drag queen with a purse
Unrehearsed, don't try to reverse, harsh words send you to a nurse
Emergency with urgency, non-rappable comics and
Half of y'all out there got me vomitin (BLEEEHHH)
Turnin Islamic and Dominican Indian Cambodian
Watchin Nickelodeon TV, you see me lookin at me grabbin my peepee
Y'all still sleepy with hard faces tryin to look creepy
You are the monsters of the original Mister Softee, ice cream trucks
(Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see)
Why, your exaggeration perpetration levels are at
Exaggerating full speed
(Why can't you see that your fakin' is weak
Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see)
Why must I answer to you evil monsters?
Hey Keith, we are the official haters
And you have sunken into the official hating zone
In which you witness the most salt shakin
Behind your back speakin, record criticizin, cock blockin
In the club costume jewelry wearin
Valet parked Lexus rentin, undercover, starstruck
No game havin, fake Versace shirt wearin
Motel hell livin, false Muslim being
Jungle fever havin, pork eatin demon people
Our purpose here on your planet is to bring you down
If you can evade this evil, you'll be the man
Written by: Keith Thornton
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