El Dorado - Kool Keith, A. G

Monuments or continents I’ve never been on

Who thought our career was ever this long

We came in strong, your reign is a shower

Go against the storm and you gone

Call me Ernie Bonds with a mic

Picasso with a melody, with a felony

'Cause my streets is nothing like Sesame

Raw like The Wire, minus all the pleasantry

You’re sitting on the throne with three legs

Got niggas in the state, got niggas in the feds

Got niggas that’s dead and the ones that’s alive

It ain’t no surprise, got demons in their head

I dance in France, leave them in a trance

Tell I’m a B-Boy in my B-Boy stance

Red apples and everything’s berry

And ain’t shit changed, party-arty in my veins

Call me Air France, been high since the plane

Fly since the days of running 'em, Keith’n 'em

Christen 'em, teaching 'em

And my heart is on the block, that’s the place that I’m speaking from

I’m 8-Tre Jones, I’ll put out the payphones

wearing the unseen alligator vests

I’ll lay alligators to rest, I lean with the El Dorado

I got the chick shaving the hair off my balls in Chicago

Maximillion, ask the kings about the Don

The kufi on the 5 Percenter

Sitting in the back of the GMC limo, they call me Hasan

My neighbors cooking that Italian pastram'

My boss Cici’s a a brand-new arm

From Guam, rappers keep hair growing in their palms

Allah on the rug, y’all pray to ride a dong

You see my spot in the forehead

That makes me explode my self with bombs

Supreme uniquely, supreme and sheikhly

They call me the Iron Speakly

That’s right, you see me in the LA Weekly

Captain Shock-A-Lot with a bad bitch from the projects spitting on my cock