[00:00.73]Heyo
[00:03.34]Kool A.D., Kool A.D, best rapper in the world
[00:05.74]Kool A.D., best rapper in the world
[00:07.31]Yo yo yo yo yo
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[00:09.19]Hey yo, you, um, ever notice how I'm the best rapper and not you?
[00:12.53]Cuz watch, kick the kid a little knock and I got you
[00:15.15]All y'all can suck my ass, ******, and **** too
[00:18.18]Backseat rappin' ass fools eat sausages yo
[00:21.31]Who da best?
[00:22.25]Pac, Nas and Big ain't no best
[00:24.34]I think that's what made no sense (that's right)
[00:26.74]I think I'm Mack Maine mackin' on dames
[00:29.04]In Dame Dash's art gallery, I rock for art salaries
[00:32.70]But really I'm only on the clock for heart's actually
[00:35.63]My darts recharge batteries, a large and smart family
[00:38.34]My Socrates philosophies be starrin' in Marvin biographies
[00:42.00]Your optometry couldn't see how my phonics be
[00:44.72]Shout to Trackademicks
[00:45.66]Phrenology could not ******yze my biology
[00:48.58]I scandalize sonically
[00:50.36]I vandalize prophecies that cannibalize sophistries of yesteryear
[00:55.17]And make all of those fallacies extra-clear
[00:57.99]And if you don't agree it, sit it out and give it an extra year
[01:01.33]Come back to it, see how I hold up
[01:03.94]My dumb rap is stupid but see how I fold bucks
[01:06.97]It's gun-clap music but I use it to get some gold ducats
[01:11.47]Some laugh, true, but I prove it in the cold hustle
[01:14.81]My Cuban art is provin' the human heart is a cold, cold muscle
[01:19.93]My flow free, like a corpuscle, look it up (look it up)
[01:23.69]When your street feet fail then book it up
[01:26.62]Street meat stale then cook it up
[01:28.39]Whether snow, sleet, hail or whatever the weather
[01:31.63]You better know me, player
[01:33.30]I'm the mayor, make it reign, blood
[01:34.98]Like Slayer
[01:36.13]Insane game blood, Like blayards
[01:38.95]Ain't nobody play it like me, cuz
[01:41.87]See cuz, my ****** cuz? That's wholesale
[01:45.43]Y'all tree retail
[01:47.41]Me I blow jars 'til I see trails
[01:50.34]More bars than like 3 jails
[01:52.32]Including but not limited to cars and females
[01:55.87]Show me anybody who can go three quarters as hard
[01:58.90]As my only sorta hard bars, I'll probably go "nah"
[02:01.83]You couldn't afford ****** as large
[02:04.02]I'm too Bay yo, like Charles in Charge (get it?)
[02:07.47]That's Scott
[02:09.14]You made a little rap track and sat back and thought that's hot?
[02:13.01]Well, that's not
[02:13.85]You must have been off the crack rock
[02:15.83]I'm hot like the block that cops often call the crack spot
[02:19.07]You like the opposite of hard, like "that's soft"
[02:22.52]Dewey Cox lookin' ass dudes on catwalks
[02:25.44]Meanwhile the god chillin' like Bob Dylan
[02:28.27]Freedom is an odd feeling, but I'm not trippin'
[02:31.92]Wheelin' and mobbin', weavin' and bobbin', stealin' and robbin'
[02:35.06]Obviously, you can see that I'm a problem and that's beyond solvin'
[02:40.49]So keep on walking, like Dionne War-wick
[02:43.73]I pee on a peon, 'til he want forfeit
[02:47.18]I'll V on more ******t than your clique be on
[02:51.04]Your clique is beyond horse******t
[02:53.24]I'm free, y'all force it
[02:54.28]If I had the time, might teach y'all courses
[02:57.11]Told you I'm a lime to a lemon, you're a peach like more than twice
[03:00.97]Your style ain't even sorta nice
[03:02.85]I don't condone or endorse it
[03:05.67]Y'all ain't bout nothing like Jerry and George, quit
[03:08.60]You know like the show, Sein-flield?
[03:11.42]Michael Richards make my ******' eyes bleed
[03:14.24]Thanks to Mike Finito for making this beat
[03:16.96]I asked you send heat, and you sent like 14, like 2 years ago
[03:20.62]And all of them still slap
[03:22.29]Every time I hear 'em I just wanna write real raps
[03:25.00]You know, like tell 'em how you feel raps
[03:27.41]Kill, kill, kill raps, Ill raps
[03:29.50]Nah, nah
[03:31.27]What the ****** he too trill raps
[03:33.05]Your boy try to take a sip off the swill and he spill raps
[03:36.50]Type to get jacked like Jill on a hill raps
[03:39.42]Hillman graduate caps on the sill raps
[03:42.04]Kick out the Jazz like Uncle Phil raps
[03:44.33]Hungry like he never ate a meal raps
[03:46.01]Sweatin' like he never popped a pill raps
[03:47.99]Stop and chill raps, guys you got to feel that
[03:51.44]If you don't, then ****** you
[03:53.32]Fly like the paper I'm stuck to
[03:55.83]I'm making it, believe it and trust, dude
[03:58.02]My quantity is proof, my quality is classy
[04:00.53]Positivity's cute, but negativity's sassy, you know
[04:07.01]Picture my mulatto ass rolling, Degrassi