Kool Keith Housing Things Lyrics
| Song | Kool Keith Housing Things |
| Artist | Ultramagnetic MCs |
| Album | Critical Beatdown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith) | |
| 作曲 : Cedric Miller (a.k.a. Ced-Gee)/Keith Thornton (a.k.a. Kool Keith) | |
| [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 | |
| {Moe Love cuts up "Kool Keith"} | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| Now I'm back, to continue my verses | |
| I'm never screamin loud with any curses | |
| Rougly, 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 to 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 an employer with nothin to say | |
| But I can say, one thing for sure | |
| I'm Housing Things | |
| {Moe Love cuts up "Kool Keith"} | |
| [Kool Keith] | |
| 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 | |
| and joy, 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 |
| zuo ci : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| zuo qu : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| 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 | |
| Moe Love cuts up " Kool Keith" | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Now I' m back, to continue my verses | |
| I' m never screamin loud with any curses | |
| Rougly, 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 to 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 an employer with nothin to say | |
| But I can say, one thing for sure | |
| I' m Housing Things | |
| Moe Love cuts up " Kool Keith" | |
| Kool Keith | |
| 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 | |
| and joy, 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 |
| zuò cí : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| zuò qǔ : Cedric Miller a. k. a. CedGee Keith Thornton a. k. a. Kool Keith | |
| 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 | |
| Moe Love cuts up " Kool Keith" | |
| Kool Keith | |
| Now I' m back, to continue my verses | |
| I' m never screamin loud with any curses | |
| Rougly, 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 to 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 an employer with nothin to say | |
| But I can say, one thing for sure | |
| I' m Housing Things | |
| Moe Love cuts up " Kool Keith" | |
| Kool Keith | |
| 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 | |
| and joy, 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 |
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