Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kool Keith Housing Things, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Critical Beatdown (Re-Issue), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Record label: Next Plateau Entertainment, Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Kool Keith Housing Things |
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’mma 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 |
Now I’m back, to continue my verses |
I’m never screamin' loud with any curses |
Roughly, 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 a 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 unemployed with nothing to say |
But I can say, one thing for sure |
I’m Housing Things |
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 |
Android, 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 |