Kool Keith Housing Things

Well I'm sonically, high bionically For you dummies, ironically stupid What are you, Cupid? To steal my rhymes, and then you loop it Wrong! Back this way Follow me now, head this way Into this, while I rap on through this For many germs, who never knew this Switch is upside down Turn around, look in the mirror You rap catchers, makin' a error Every inning, I'm back to the dugout You on the field, I'm ready to bug out Like a manager, smackin' up your team Male or female, ducks who dream Of takin' me on the mic and makin' me Rack up, MC's I'll stack up Foreign precinct rappers need to back up Quickly, I'ma rip your brain off Throw it down so the blood can drain off My hands, while I wave to fan I'm Kool Keith, not a Bill or a Dan But a General, equal to a mineral Pushin' a crowd to keep on dancin' I'm housing things Now I'm back, to continue my verses I'm never screamin' loud with any curses Roughly, that a child could learn I teach kids and ducks that burn With flamethrower, and how do you show a A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower Twice, into golden wheat Grind the rest into moldin' meat And cook 'em, 'til they all well done They not ready, they don't smell done Like fish, it ain't my favorite dish I grab a steak and a battle I wish A Coke MC or Pepsi I'll sip up Drop your face and bring the other lip up Watch, while I stun and amaze you Kick out lyrics that truly'll daze you I'm your boss, the one that pays you Nine-to-five, all ducks are hired And when I come, MC's are fired No pay, no way, today You're unemployed with nothing to say But I can say, one thing for sure I'm housing things I think it's pitiful, that you had taunted me Your girl sulkin', she wanted me first Before you was thought about Back in the days when I taught about Science, the real construction No other solo team or production Did that or got with that I play brain-ball, usin' a bat To your skull, smack it out the park I rhyme bright, and you're in the dark With shadows, hallucinating battles To compel the capital K, as in "Kool" Combine the "Keith" Rap metal is terminal chief Android, squashin' the beef On time, and my mic will stay on For any roach or germ who wanna prey on A weakness, but my uniqueness Has a way to show that I'm slicker Creating rhymes, you have to be quicker And versatile on the microphone I'm Kool Keith, cold housing things And I'd like to say whassup to my man Father Mashon And also my brother Kevvy Kev Ced Gee, Moe Love, TR And my man I God, Paul C Public Enemy and the Jungle Brothers Peace, I'm outta here