Master of the Game Lyrics
| Song | Master of the Game |
| Artist | Kool Keith |
| Album | Black Elvis/Lost in Space |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| * parts featuring roger are listed {in brackets} | |
| Yeah.. | |
| {he's the master of the game!} | |
| From the south bronx | |
| I've been doin this | |
| {all the girls know his name} | |
| All the way from the northeast, to the west | |
| Down south, miami florida | |
| {he's the master of the game!} | |
| Jacksonville {jacksonville} | |
| Tallahassee {tallahassee} | |
| Master of the game | |
| {in the rappin hall of fame!} | |
| [kool keith] | |
| Like tag team, back again | |
| Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick | |
| Now joe i know my rap style pro | |
| Let em know, with the quickness, y'all need to witness | |
| Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business | |
| Exercise, like physical fitness | |
| Ride through, i glide through | |
| Bass pump to the trunks inside you | |
| We move it quickly, rap styles swift b | |
| Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and | |
| Crafty and nasty, can't put it past me | |
| Step with skills, better call your family | |
| Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse | |
| Move when i back it up, attack and i smack it up | |
| Girls connectin it, ultra legend and | |
| Why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate | |
| I keep steppin and, boost my rep again | |
| Speed up, go slow, you got the next then | |
| Do the la bamba, turn to mexican | |
| Swift to shift up, change the pitch up | |
| Dj mix ups, your face get fixed up | |
| Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| {he's the master of the game!} {the master} | |
| {all the girls know his name} | |
| {he's the master of the game!} {the master} | |
| {in the rappin hall of fame!} | |
| [kool keith] | |
| I'm warnin, watch yo' backpack mack | |
| Yo' crack lack facts i attacks yo' wax | |
| So fast you press up mess up step up | |
| Through this when i do this | |
| I'm the smoothest when i groove it speedy | |
| Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy | |
| Houston, tex, out of new york city | |
| Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties | |
| Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and | |
| Party's live, might turn into somethin | |
| Let them know though, i'm still pro dough | |
| Companies what, wanna sign me solo | |
| It's keith you need, let your man try to read | |
| Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed | |
| Step to keith, let you know what it be g | |
| Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me | |
| Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em | |
| Suckers don't know, how bad i'm madam | |
| Turn and flex and servin necks and | |
| Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and | |
| Y'all won't know when i pull up in a lex and | |
| Mastercards, with ceritified checks and | |
| Bank bills, fly rims in the hills | |
| Y'all get cups, get more refills | |
| Chorus | |
| [kool keith] | |
| Check your watch, now watch me partner | |
| Start to welcome back kids like kotter | |
| Move your pants, while i rock a little harder | |
| Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows | |
| Watch girls work it, movin unopposed | |
| Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip | |
| When i dress, yes, put em all to the test | |
| Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest | |
| Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin | |
| Watch how you actin, i'm rubbin on the back | |
| And mc's is slack and your groups sound wack | |
| Where'd you turn b? nobody burn me | |
| Style get complex, why you concerned b? | |
| I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me | |
| Round and round and big bass soundin | |
| Down south hustler, big bass poundin | |
| East west, top down to the bone | |
| Motorola, on my cellular phone | |
| Change the tone, get up out my zone | |
| Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you | |
| Stop i'm overdue, jumpin over you | |
| Status gold, to the baddest bro | |
| Chorus | |
| {he's the master} {masterrr} | |
| {master} {kool keith} | |
| {he's the master} {masterrr} | |
| {master} {koooool keith, koooool keith, koooool keith} | |
| {kool keith!} |
| parts featuring roger are listed in brackets | |
| Yeah.. | |
| he' s the master of the game! | |
| From the south bronx | |
| I' ve been doin this | |
| all the girls know his name | |
| All the way from the northeast, to the west | |
| Down south, miami florida | |
| he' s the master of the game! | |
| Jacksonville jacksonville | |
| Tallahassee tallahassee | |
| Master of the game | |
| in the rappin hall of fame! | |
| kool keith | |
| Like tag team, back again | |
| Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick | |
| Now joe i know my rap style pro | |
| Let em know, with the quickness, y' all need to witness | |
| Step to the side, y' all mind y' all business | |
| Exercise, like physical fitness | |
| Ride through, i glide through | |
| Bass pump to the trunks inside you | |
| We move it quickly, rap styles swift b | |
| Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and | |
| Crafty and nasty, can' t put it past me | |
| Step with skills, better call your family | |
| Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse | |
| Move when i back it up, attack and i smack it up | |
| Girls connectin it, ultra legend and | |
| Why y' all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate | |
| I keep steppin and, boost my rep again | |
| Speed up, go slow, you got the next then | |
| Do the la bamba, turn to mexican | |
| Swift to shift up, change the pitch up | |
| Dj mix ups, your face get fixed up | |
| Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| he' s the master of the game! the master | |
| all the girls know his name | |
| he' s the master of the game! the master | |
| in the rappin hall of fame! | |
| kool keith | |
| I' m warnin, watch yo' backpack mack | |
| Yo' crack lack facts i attacks yo' wax | |
| So fast you press up mess up step up | |
| Through this when i do this | |
| I' m the smoothest when i groove it speedy | |
| Turn back yo, don' t try to be greedy | |
| Houston, tex, out of new york city | |
| Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties | |
| Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and | |
| Party' s live, might turn into somethin | |
| Let them know though, i' m still pro dough | |
| Companies what, wanna sign me solo | |
| It' s keith you need, let your man try to read | |
| Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed | |
| Step to keith, let you know what it be g | |
| Cruiser shades, at the bar can' t see me | |
| Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em | |
| Suckers don' t know, how bad i' m madam | |
| Turn and flex and servin necks and | |
| Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and | |
| Y' all won' t know when i pull up in a lex and | |
| Mastercards, with ceritified checks and | |
| Bank bills, fly rims in the hills | |
| Y' all get cups, get more refills | |
| Chorus | |
| kool keith | |
| Check your watch, now watch me partner | |
| Start to welcome back kids like kotter | |
| Move your pants, while i rock a little harder | |
| Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows | |
| Watch girls work it, movin unopposed | |
| Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip | |
| When i dress, yes, put em all to the test | |
| Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest | |
| Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin | |
| Watch how you actin, i' m rubbin on the back | |
| And mc' s is slack and your groups sound wack | |
| Where' d you turn b? nobody burn me | |
| Style get complex, why you concerned b? | |
| I' m your chalkboard, now you can learn me | |
| Round and round and big bass soundin | |
| Down south hustler, big bass poundin | |
| East west, top down to the bone | |
| Motorola, on my cellular phone | |
| Change the tone, get up out my zone | |
| Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you | |
| Stop i' m overdue, jumpin over you | |
| Status gold, to the baddest bro | |
| Chorus | |
| he' s the master masterrr | |
| master kool keith | |
| he' s the master masterrr | |
| master koooool keith, koooool keith, koooool keith | |
| kool keith! |
| parts featuring roger are listed in brackets | |
| Yeah.. | |
| he' s the master of the game! | |
| From the south bronx | |
| I' ve been doin this | |
| all the girls know his name | |
| All the way from the northeast, to the west | |
| Down south, miami florida | |
| he' s the master of the game! | |
| Jacksonville jacksonville | |
| Tallahassee tallahassee | |
| Master of the game | |
| in the rappin hall of fame! | |
| kool keith | |
| Like tag team, back again | |
| Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick | |
| Now joe i know my rap style pro | |
| Let em know, with the quickness, y' all need to witness | |
| Step to the side, y' all mind y' all business | |
| Exercise, like physical fitness | |
| Ride through, i glide through | |
| Bass pump to the trunks inside you | |
| We move it quickly, rap styles swift b | |
| Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and | |
| Crafty and nasty, can' t put it past me | |
| Step with skills, better call your family | |
| Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse | |
| Move when i back it up, attack and i smack it up | |
| Girls connectin it, ultra legend and | |
| Why y' all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate | |
| I keep steppin and, boost my rep again | |
| Speed up, go slow, you got the next then | |
| Do the la bamba, turn to mexican | |
| Swift to shift up, change the pitch up | |
| Dj mix ups, your face get fixed up | |
| Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| he' s the master of the game! the master | |
| all the girls know his name | |
| he' s the master of the game! the master | |
| in the rappin hall of fame! | |
| kool keith | |
| I' m warnin, watch yo' backpack mack | |
| Yo' crack lack facts i attacks yo' wax | |
| So fast you press up mess up step up | |
| Through this when i do this | |
| I' m the smoothest when i groove it speedy | |
| Turn back yo, don' t try to be greedy | |
| Houston, tex, out of new york city | |
| Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties | |
| Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and | |
| Party' s live, might turn into somethin | |
| Let them know though, i' m still pro dough | |
| Companies what, wanna sign me solo | |
| It' s keith you need, let your man try to read | |
| Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed | |
| Step to keith, let you know what it be g | |
| Cruiser shades, at the bar can' t see me | |
| Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em | |
| Suckers don' t know, how bad i' m madam | |
| Turn and flex and servin necks and | |
| Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and | |
| Y' all won' t know when i pull up in a lex and | |
| Mastercards, with ceritified checks and | |
| Bank bills, fly rims in the hills | |
| Y' all get cups, get more refills | |
| Chorus | |
| kool keith | |
| Check your watch, now watch me partner | |
| Start to welcome back kids like kotter | |
| Move your pants, while i rock a little harder | |
| Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows | |
| Watch girls work it, movin unopposed | |
| Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip | |
| When i dress, yes, put em all to the test | |
| Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest | |
| Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin | |
| Watch how you actin, i' m rubbin on the back | |
| And mc' s is slack and your groups sound wack | |
| Where' d you turn b? nobody burn me | |
| Style get complex, why you concerned b? | |
| I' m your chalkboard, now you can learn me | |
| Round and round and big bass soundin | |
| Down south hustler, big bass poundin | |
| East west, top down to the bone | |
| Motorola, on my cellular phone | |
| Change the tone, get up out my zone | |
| Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you | |
| Stop i' m overdue, jumpin over you | |
| Status gold, to the baddest bro | |
| Chorus | |
| he' s the master masterrr | |
| master kool keith | |
| he' s the master masterrr | |
| master koooool keith, koooool keith, koooool keith | |
| kool keith! |
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