Maxi Curls - Kool Keith

Chorus: Kool Keith 

I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...) 
Players  activator 
I see maxi curls (Yeah! ...) 
Remote control alligators 

[Kool Keith] 
I got skill  you're on my tip  now back off 
Slack off  let me do this  and y'all turn the wack off 
The radio stereo here we go  flow and blow 
Puerto Rico  Southside  Latin  you're feed pattern 
Black people mingle  white people  buy my single 
Bingo bangle  let go my steel Eggo 
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko 
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and 
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin 
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 
California, I switch up, boogie on ya 
Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN! 
And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain 
A bigger pain, you would need novacaine 
Bite off Rakim, you copy Big Daddy Kane 
You know my steelo, I rhyme against a million people 
who think they equal, disguisin as Jamaican people 
Fakin, funkin, you're pedigree, your beat is sunk in 
Tonka toy of little boy, steppin down to Roy 
I'm no joke, I rap for cash and you're buyin a coat 
Bronx bomber, superb on the freak momma 
Stinkin movin, my whole crew is comin through 
Yeah.. 

Chorus 

[Kool Keith] 
Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G 
No time for promos, get paid when I MC 
You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so real and 
radio blackout, your format, is not appealin 
R&B can step up, but can't compare to me 
You oughta know -- how, I, feel 
That's wack, with bookbags, packed on your back 
Video bop, my skin is black