| Song | All the Time |
| Artist | Kool Keith |
| Album | Black Elvis/Lost in Space |
| 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: kool 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, kool 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, kool keith does his thing his way) | |
| (every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate) | |
| (every night and every day, kool keith does his thing his way) | |
| (every night and every day, we make moves so don't you hate) | |
| (every night and every day, kool keith does his thing his way) |
| 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: kool 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, kool 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 soso, 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, kool keith does his thing his way | |
| every night and every day, we make moves so don' t you hate | |
| every night and every day, kool keith does his thing his way | |
| every night and every day, we make moves so don' t you hate | |
| every night and every day, kool keith does his thing his way |