Make a Rapper Upset - Kool Keith, Fred Beanz, Shade Clock Da Rappa

They say I’m rap mogul Russell Simmons in the Hip-Hop Summit

Too many girls got me coming

I’m what your wife is loving

Broadway ventriloquist

Every rapper out sit on my lap like a puppet

He’s my miniature-sized Flip Wilson, watch him talk

«What you mean you working me like a puppet?

Okay, then who are you?»

Whoa, shut up, I’m the owner of you

I can make you move your shoulders too

Frosted cookies, I don’t do

Because you rap from the butt on down with the Hostess crew

Cupcakes by the tons, your girl has some nice Cinnabuns

You rap in the booth and brag, I like the way her juices run

They say my songs ain’t radio-friendly, so they don’t play me

I’m on that Gucci, Fendi, bitches steadily envy

I’m all about my loot, niggas calling me pretty

I’m on that Puss In Boots, niggas calling me kitty-kitty

My fat cat got niggas committing murder

Drowning in this pussy is a death you never heard of

I keep it low-key but you can find me in

I rub off, motherfucking jerk-off

I make a rapper upset, piss a DJ off

Niggas mad but fuck that, turn your feelings off

Turn the lights on and see a fucking icon

Not that shit on your iPhone but the shit that Michael Jacks-on

Shade Clock, Kool Keith got me on this motherfucking track but no pimping

I look like an R & B singer, right, but no singing

Fred Beans, I keep it locked, God know I keep it true

Why fake what it is, watch your place, what it do

Rappers, they be mad at me, DJ’s, they after me

But I’m in the hood on my grind causing catastrophes

I would prefer to keep it low as possible while trying to blow

I’m out here stashing all my money watching all my statures grow

Keep your bitch away from me, especially if you’re cuffing her

'Cause one minute, she’s in your arms, the next minute, I’m fucking her

You can catch me on a late night trying to get my head right

Or with my team in the studio getting my flows tight

My comfort level is never short of a thousand

That’s why I only feel safe when a thousand niggas surround me

So think what you want to think when it comes to a G

You know a lot of gangsters but not like me

So grab yourself a cup, fill it halfway up

'Cause this here is a toast for niggas who don’t give a fuck