Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Off My Elevator, artist - Kool Keith. Date of issue: 04.10.1999
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Get Off My Elevator |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (Security will escort you out the building) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (That woman is very nosey) |
| I choose my subjects, personal man, that’s what I want to write |
| Critics critique, I compel that lots of rappers weak |
| '97 I blacked out, he’s paying all my rent |
| Larger than hip-hop, you watch me like the president |
| No feedback on R&B scams motivate me With stretch marks around your gut plus I know you hate me Guard your feet, lose celulite, I’m a come complete |
| Work off your stomach pounds with super sonic stomach sounds |
| That’s word to hoss, animal heads, stupid fly gorilla |
| I get pros vexed, on ghetto clicks I get iller |
| Guard your rab mics, my style shine like zebra stripes |
| Right in your forehead, my word becomes a real missle |
| I be hanging in back doors like Rose’s toilet tissue |
| Hydrolic engines blow flies out your left window |
| Your rap is catnip with slob dropping on the pillow |
| Shut your face, shut your mouth like pigeons floying south |
| I’m rolling r&art, the bottom kids where you start |
| Get off my two sacks, light your pipes, load your cracks |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (Security will escort you out the building) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (That woman is nosey, trying to find out business) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (Security will escort you out my building) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (That woman is nosey, trying to find out more business) |
| You’re rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food st&s |
| Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture |
| I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John Shaft |
| You be counting your pubic hairs trying to do the math |
| Like mascot, you front your ashy face and black beat |
| Studio platic melts panties sweating street heat |
| I’ll be there like Vladimir packing in your ear |
| Dr. Smith, Will Robinson make you say Oh dear |
| I take your tour bus, treat you like infested puss |
| Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans |
| National thunderstorms, step up and find your power |
| Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell sour |
| Get my reels, Ampex, a-DAT system flex |
| You got polio knees, lock fell on Soul Train |
| The anser is Anorex, punks I’ll flip your brain |
| Like Don Cornelious, I hide behind the scenes |
| Make you lick my hot dogs with ketchup on two beans |
| I censorship real quick and feed your family cabbage |
| Make you thought eat ham hocks, tuna out the garbage |
| Blind your range with tones, your radio sounds strange |
| Eat out your rear bag, snatch ribs out your wild coyote |
| Tell Bob to pay me, the company boss still owe me But Capitol built walls, built fences |
| I come for my check, don’t lower your defenses |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (Security will escort you out my building) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (You are very nosey and un-highclassed) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (Security will definitely esort you away from my building) |
| Get off my elevator! |
| (You'll be shipped away in a cop car) |
| Elevation, I want elevation beyond elevation yes! |
| Elevation, elevation, past elevation |
| Elevation, elevators elevating elevation |