[Kool Keith]
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
