I Want da Mic

[Scratching] My style is the best..

[Kool Keith]

The club is open catch this

I wreck it swing it, sling it

Styles is smooth, styles is sweet

Styles are ****, styles that meet

Any rapper clappin' you'd be talkin'

You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go

This record's for real spin that wax in that vinyl bill

Check the back of the Houston tex package ass

Sucka's wanna step up you grab your girls fast

I'm in here with wack MC's in the a****osphere

Greasing my status Willy Smith wanna change gears

One-two one-two three-four man slappin' five

People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live

I want some 2000 gamma wild motivation

*** on earth, it's time I left the spacestation

Don't think I'm Dr. McCoy, I'll tap that butt boy

Rappers in my way on primetime, clearin' every day

You gets the bozak Peter from the Shootin' Skeeter

[Chorus]

I want da mic, yo drop the style

Let him rip it

I want da mic, yo drop it here

Let him flip it

[Kool Keith]

I take a second wild crime, don't smile

You still jealous, watch my flow in Puerto Rico

Like Victor Vodorellis

People know that Julio brother style is loco

Rappers souped up then gassed pump like Sunoco

What's up now? BeeBeeBeep's seen you talkin' walkin'

Switchin' *****in' the brother's sweating on the mic

Girls on my tip and women chew me like a Mike 'n Ike

These are the keys that go to the Cadillac

Supersonic condoms, MC's want their barebacks

I draw on tails smell panties like an artifact

I'm in this house, it's best to keep it quiet mouse

You got the lice in private hair, yo you carry louse

Plunderjack, the bass bounce more than the ounce

Like Roger Trou****an, people still use him now

Onepowered horses MC's going off the cow

Jump on the moose play each hair like a violin

You step like Bozo but the clown keep on wylin'

[Chorus]

[x4]

[Kool Keith]

The last ranger, breaker 1-9 yo smokey bear

Got that black Mack truck

With wack MC's in my pubic hair

What's the flim-flam with peepee on the highway

Girls move slow but track their trailers in their driveway

Who's smokin' joe now? The smith tanks are full with diesel

Back up your rectum piece on primetime you little weasel

I'm comin' through with no girls in no hairdo

Cover your cracks before the place smells like mildew

I'm Mr. Clean shoot clips through the magazine

Butts get wiped and *****ned up by the greasemachine

[Come on go with me over to my place]

Yeah, like Teddy said

I'm scrathing butts like the pimples on your first record

You wanna see and maybe folks wanna check it

I want the sound to throw down and make you sit down

And see your man, he's biting styles in the background

[Chorus]