Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Shit , by - Kool Keith. Release date: 09.02.2009
Song language: English
New Shit |
| Yeah, this is some old NEW shit that you ain’t never heard before |
| «Th-th-th-th-th-th-this is the new» «new shit» |
| Yeah, this is some old NEW shit that you ain’t never heard before |
| «New shit» «Th-th-th-th-th-th-this is the new» |
| Yeah, this some old NEW shit |
| That you ain’t never never never heard before |
| «Th-th-th-th-th-th-this is the new» |
| Yeah, this is some old new NEW shit |
| That you ain’t never never never heard before |
| Metaphysics, the new cats, they on the dizzicks |
| The kinetic waveform, you got a retarded welcome backwards |
| They full potential against the mental the frental |
| The conventional the Kingdome cream of Sonya, Sonya |
| Take Shaun Dorrsetty, I’m ready beat every freakin fairy |
| Confetti, them niggas are Betty — they can’t worry |
| Soft they crunchin up like the prune and strawberry |
| Jello to jelly they live in our belly |
| Ladies with thongs movin booties in the ho-telly |
| — variations of the Intro |
| Sham doo, sham Kool |
| You bitch I’m tellin 'round like Clam Do |
| Legend like Wamboo |
| I’m grand dude, reclining chair and the fan too |
| Double otter, boat on the water |
| B sail, I’m a rider (I'm a rider) |
| From Nevada, Afrika Bam, Jam |
| Planet Rock all like badda, deep dada |
| Leap over Kotter, I’m full of V8 granada |
| I stay hotter, like an enchilada |
| You gotta watch my pockets or get smacked |
| With a knotter you wet Siotta |
| When the motorcycle club come up I’m a rider |
| Male outer dam a gram, from Scotland to Amsterdam |
| Cut off your hamster’s hand |
| You don’t wanna bring a child to rap against a man |
| Gifted, lifty, shifty |
| Mixey ladies at the bar gettin tipsy |
| My Huskie name was Shisky |
| Y’all drunk red lips on whiskey |
| — more variations of the Intro |
| I pull you out of the sheepskin, you deep skin |
| You peep when your pager beepin when I freaks in |
| You see what a deep blend, I call you Tom McCougar |
| You ain’t strong, you a 100 pound weakling |
| Eatin franks to build your chest up on the weekend |
| I was down, and I’m still what you speaking |
| While you tweaking your crack pots and keep cooking |
| Soaked your radiator leaking, fuck with the world |
| «New shit» «Th-th-th-th-th-th-this is the new» |