[Kool Keith]

Yeah! Straight from New York City

It's all the way live youknowhatI'msayin?

And I gotta tell you like this

Like Shan said I pioneered this

And I'ma let you have it



Super status structure lyrically the baddest

No time to perpetrate on front street I rock the fattest

Ultimate ego your rap style sounds feeble

Bionic black man crowd packed with tons of people

No one the equal, should grab the mic, stop my sequel

Purchase your ticket, I been here since Wilson Pickett

Shut off your rap dream, career's over, that's on high beam

You on the trampoline learnin, you still concernin

I burn your index, spray your raps like they insects

I want that action



Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 2X)



I do this all the time

(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)

I do this all the time

(Every night and every day, cool Keith does his thing his way)



[Kool Keith]

Movin steady through yo' zip code, arrangements, your lip fold

y'all Billboard hype companies line that y'all ship go

Got your mom believin the label clown pick your room up

y'all stuck in contracts in pop's house, clean your room up

I pull your charter from the blind side, to the start up

There'll be no star, pull them stickers off your rented car

Your man is playin also, a fake mafioso

His rap is so-so, I'm warmed up like chocolate cocoa

Who you know go? Get that kid, off your promo

I move like Marko, New York City think I'm Cuomo

You sayin, "Oh no, Keith is droppin big solo"

I hang on Grand Street, with shoppin bags down on SoHo



Chorus



[Kool Keith]

Catch you out there, with mic stands, cords in yo' hand

Youse a first year rookie, duplicatin Method Man

I test yo' skills, fanbase that only go to Peteskil

Servin headwork, new MC's, watch your neck jerk

I'm such an expert, I pull you quick, stop your concert

I drop my interludes sharp now, words and inserts

Back your face up, while sound man, turn the bass up

You wearin makeup, your skirt is short, sippin a quart

You think you're hardcore? You're opposite, rappin softcore

Kickin metaphor with zeroes, I give you a score

Monster amateur, I move up kid, then I damage ya

Check one two



Chorus



(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)

(Every night and every day, cool Keith does his thing his way)

(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)

(Every night and every day, cool Keith does his thing his way)

(Every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate)

(Every night and every day, cool Keith does his thing his way)

Writer : COMBS, SEAN/EVANS, FAITH RENEE/THOMPSON, CHUCKY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Bicycle Music Company, KOHAW MUSIC OBO NOTTING DALE SONGS INC