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Kool Keith

Keith Thornton, better known by his stage name Kool Keith, is an American rapper from The Bronx, New York. A founding member of Ultramagnetic MCs, Kool Keith has recorded prolifically both as a solo artist and in group collaborations. Kool Keith is the self-proclaimed inventor of horrorcore, and is generally considered to be one of hip-hop's most eccentric and unusual personalities. more »

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2003

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New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit 
I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap 
I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste 
A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit 
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs 
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll 
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit 
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's 
Soft jazz and homo R&B 
I ain't payin for that Allure shit 
Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it 
I guarantee you get bad karma 
Fly leather coat with the Coach bag 
You step in shit, choose the Daily News 
The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles 
You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers not a little bit 
(Wipe that shit off your soles) 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 
I'm straight up on the butt-ass transit 
I don't give a f*ck, I smell the piss in the subway 
My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit 
Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues 
Bitch you need to get out the boroughs 
and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin 
Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin Halloween pumpkin 
Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin 
Eat your breakfast muffin 
My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin leather 
I ain't say nothin 
Cause in your panties secretly, I know you readin the magazine comin 
The freak on the train is bustin 
I was sittin here first, you wasn't 
I know you goin home to masturbate 
Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own fuckin cousin 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? 
You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you pre-paid 
Girls and guys I'm not frontin 
Y'all bullshittin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table 
Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon 
You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags 
Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-ass herb niggaz are thin 
Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin 
The datin and courtin shit got everybody hyped up and sportin shit 
The Bell system fraud 
Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot 
Ladies don't invite me over 
Just cover the mattress with the piss, and the cum spot 
Don't blast the same lame-ass singin MC a lot 
Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop 
You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot 

[Chorus] - 2X
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera and Shakespeare shit 
I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap 
I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste 
A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd, receive pure shit 
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs 
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll 
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure shit 
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's 
Soft jazz and homo R&B 
I ain't payin for that Allure shit 
Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in it 
I guarantee you get bad karma 
Fly leather coat with the Coach bag 
You step in shit, choose the Daily News 
The newspaper's gonna take off a little off your soles 
You got a lot around your feet motherfuckers not a little bit 
(Wipe that shit off your soles) 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 
I'm straight up on the butt-ass transit 
I don't give a f*ck, I smell the piss in the subway 
My Boss cologne suits me well on the New York City mass transit 
Women lookin scared, borin-ass statues 
Bitch you need to get out the boroughs 
and move to Kansas or Pittsburgh or somethin 
Sittin up with braids in your hair like a fuckin Halloween pumpkin 
Smile motherfucker, put on some lipstick or do somethin 
Eat your breakfast muffin 
My appearance shock your brand new motherfuckin leather 
I ain't say nothin 
Cause in your panties secretly, I know you readin the magazine comin 
The freak on the train is bustin 
I was sittin here first, you wasn't 
I know you goin home to masturbate 
Your girlfriend is messed up, datin her own fuckin cousin 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Kool Keith] 
Y'all just reachin your damn horizons, so what? 
You got your cellular phone, motherfucker you pre-paid 
Girls and guys I'm not frontin 
Y'all bullshittin talkin to nobody lookin good at the dinner table 
Runnin your fuckin bill up on Verizon 
You ain't shoppin with a lot of Victoria's Secret bags 
Monkeys treat you to Unos, retarded-ass herb niggaz are thin 
Girls are more insecure, I'm realizin 
The datin and courtin shit got everybody hyped up and sportin shit 
The Bell system fraud 
Dial on the spot or stand trial on the spot 
Ladies don't invite me over 
Just cover the mattress with the piss, and the cum spot 
Don't blast the same lame-ass singin MC a lot 
Now move the ticket off your window, Manhattan traffic cop 
You shoulda dipped, your shit in the parking lot 

[Chorus] - 2X

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