Kool Keith Housing Things Lyrics
| Song | Kool Keith Housing Things |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MC's |
| Album | Critical Beatdown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Miller, Thornton | |
| Well i'm sonically, high bionically | |
| For you dummies, ironically stupid | |
| What are you, cupid? | |
| You 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 | |
| Switches, upside down | |
| Turn around, look in the mirror | |
| You rap catchers are makin a error | |
| Every inning, i'm back to the dugout | |
| You on the field, i'm ready to bugout | |
| 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 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 a 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 | |
| {moe love cuts up "kool keith"} | |
| [kool keith] | |
| Now i'm back, to continue my verses | |
| I'm never screamin loud with any curses | |
| Rougly, that a child can learn | |
| I teach kids, and ducks that burn | |
| With a flamethrower, and how do you show a | |
| A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower | |
| Twice, into golden wheat | |
| Ground 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 to 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 an employer with nothin to say | |
| But i can say, one thing for sure | |
| I'm housing things | |
| {moe love cuts up "kool keith"} | |
| [kool keith] | |
| 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 | |
| Combined in keith | |
| Rap metal is terminal chief | |
| And joy, squashin the beef | |
| On time. and my mic will stay on | |
| For any roach or germ who wanna pray 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 |
| zuo ci : Miller, Thornton | |
| Well i' m sonically, high bionically | |
| For you dummies, ironically stupid | |
| What are you, cupid? | |
| You 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 | |
| Switches, upside down | |
| Turn around, look in the mirror | |
| You rap catchers are makin a error | |
| Every inning, i' m back to the dugout | |
| You on the field, i' m ready to bugout | |
| 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 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 a 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 | |
| moe love cuts up " kool keith" | |
| kool keith | |
| Now i' m back, to continue my verses | |
| I' m never screamin loud with any curses | |
| Rougly, that a child can learn | |
| I teach kids, and ducks that burn | |
| With a flamethrower, and how do you show a | |
| A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower | |
| Twice, into golden wheat | |
| Ground 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 to 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 an employer with nothin to say | |
| But i can say, one thing for sure | |
| I' m housing things | |
| moe love cuts up " kool keith" | |
| kool keith | |
| 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 | |
| Combined in keith | |
| Rap metal is terminal chief | |
| And joy, squashin the beef | |
| On time. and my mic will stay on | |
| For any roach or germ who wanna pray 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 |
| zuò cí : Miller, Thornton | |
| Well i' m sonically, high bionically | |
| For you dummies, ironically stupid | |
| What are you, cupid? | |
| You 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 | |
| Switches, upside down | |
| Turn around, look in the mirror | |
| You rap catchers are makin a error | |
| Every inning, i' m back to the dugout | |
| You on the field, i' m ready to bugout | |
| 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 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 a 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 | |
| moe love cuts up " kool keith" | |
| kool keith | |
| Now i' m back, to continue my verses | |
| I' m never screamin loud with any curses | |
| Rougly, that a child can learn | |
| I teach kids, and ducks that burn | |
| With a flamethrower, and how do you show a | |
| A grass rapper, cut him with a lawnmower | |
| Twice, into golden wheat | |
| Ground 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 to 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 an employer with nothin to say | |
| But i can say, one thing for sure | |
| I' m housing things | |
| moe love cuts up " kool keith" | |
| kool keith | |
| 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 | |
| Combined in keith | |
| Rap metal is terminal chief | |
| And joy, squashin the beef | |
| On time. and my mic will stay on | |
| For any roach or germ who wanna pray 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 |
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