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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[1], and is generally considered to be one of hip-hop's most eccentric and unusual personalities. more »


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[Kool Keith] 
Every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror 
I am the original black Elvis 
That's right; when you see me with my wig to the side 
Wearin' my short leather jacket 
Marilyn Monroe on my back 
I'm livin' that life 
I'm for real with this 
That's what I think about 
I like to tell my fans 

I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis 
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis 
Write songs quickly for Elton John or Lionel Richie 
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid 
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade 
I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan De villes
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye 
Step in the front row, prime time; I move your way 
Budweiser Fest sound check, demanding more respect 
I come correct through the Metro and turn y'all petrol 
I'm up here early, bitin' donuts, sippin' on espresso 
While you sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week 
Ampex reels, makin' phone calls; I'm closin' deals 
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry Hill 
I'm doin' it well, I'm doin' it swell 

Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed 
MTV level three when I fly on BET 
Livin' astro; tell me how you feel 
One two, one two 

Movin' roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio 
I talk swift; the rock king, black Romeo 
I pack clubs; promoters put me out in Tokyo 
Damage your area; I'm a launch a fierce missile 
I roll schools, movin' butt like I'm toilet tissue 
What is your issue? You over, man; I don't miss you 
Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Breda Kolff 
New Jersey Nets real man; you ain't no Donald Hillman 
Bald head like Slick Watts, I run rap like Mayor Koch 
Forward your info while Tony Lou crank the Benzo 
Move out your driveway; white girls look, turn they eye away 
Jealous in fact, tryin' to rip the capes off my back 
I move with calm and potential through instrumentals 
Y'all front on BET with slum gold, drivin' rentals 
I get real dino, runnin' groups like a rhino 
Endin' careers - that's my job; yo, your rap is final 
Cancel your in-stores; your new job is moppin' floors 
Fixin' tiles, stoppin' potholes up on the roof 
You work for service 
No tips, man, I speak the truth 


Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed 
MTV level three when I fly on BET 
Livin' astro; tell me how you feel 
One two, one two, one two 

Pull your hoods down; I bum rush your after party 
Have your manager scared, the radio station say I'm sorry 
Pack your bags; I move my luggage to the coliseum 
Infinite prime piece with statues in the rock museum 
Changin' my zones, drinkin' cocktails on cellular phones 
I tour with Anthrax through Texas with the Rolling Stones 
Booked by the agency, famous artists payin' me 
Hotels with fly room, with sneakers starin' at the moon 
Mad atmosphere, ridin' first class on British Air 
Lobster and steak while y'all back in time doin' remakes 
I'm futuristic, nine-nine to the year four thousand
I make announcements, drop skills, then I bounce with 
Fly young ladies, AMG kicks, 2000 Mercedes 
Brand new models, only seen one in Colorado 
Light green metallic in the Shark Bar eatin' salad 
Lorenzo Wills, valet park, shoppin' in Beverly Hills 
Step up your wildest spaceship, kid, in the Plymouth Prowler 
Comin' down 

[Chorus x 3]

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