The Real Beginer - Kool Keith

Yeah!

Y’knahmsayin?

Tashan Dorrsett

It’s all about Tashan

You think you tough?

Like you got lyrics written from the state of prison

You lookin like a warm-up guy

With another man, with a bra and panties

Dropped to your ankles in the kitchen

A sweet guy like you never listened let me urinate on the drum

My pee cover your neck, defecation mode

Squattin on your left shoulder’s my mission

Remove the waste off your shirt

Cream stop you up like butter get the taste off your shirt

Seek more, ask your whack-ass man about the hospital work

Security hold the bottles back

Vocal expert, heavy commando team, your janitor’s hurt

We piss on your concert, diarrhea cover your cars

Your toilet won’t flush, leave turds in your 10 bedroom house

I see how you network

The real beginner, TOP (the real beginner), T-O-P

T-O-P, the real beginner (the real beginner) TOP!

T-O-P

(Top! T-O-P) The real beginner!

Top, T-O-P (Top T-O-P)

The real beginner (the real beginner) top, T-O-P (Top T-O-P)

The real beginner TOP (the real beginner) T-O-P

How I define how I live my life is different than yours

I write the present prophecies, I wasn’t seekin awards

I was the four corner chief, «Off the Wall» like one glove

Puff piff, be out like Whodini with «One Love»

I’m out to conquer the world, plan to live prosperous

Plant seeds on one Earth, and live monogomous

Strive for perfection, two steps forward and three back

Skatin on these devils but they aimin at my kneecaps

I formulate the proper procedure, my flow is fever

I mortally wound, and conversate out with wild goons

I silence your camp like boy he’s at Crystal Lake

Watch positive flip, now they set off for easy bake

Fourth quarter score, you niggas a court order away

From eviction out the PJ’s

Now I’ma maintain, relax, kick facts about black kings

And queens who pull string;

that’s how the team bring home cream

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Big terror alert~!

I shitted in your white Louis Vuitton bag

My piss stains’ll cover up the dashboard

I wipe my ass on your armrest

I didn’t mean to change the air condition temperature

Your wife clean out my defecation in the back

Of your man’s Jag

Tough stains nigga you need detergent

Ask your girl for a rag

Spot stain remover

Go ahead clean behind your back seat with a pooper scooper

Fly bitches, pick up my shit on the windows

It’s all brown stuff I stick up

With my shit before I hit the car wash and flip

What’s that on the straw?

Be careful motherfucker

You see you got shit on your lips

You fuckin with a guy walkin around with shorts on

With army and a t-shirt, yeah, bustin out three clips

You pay for the steak motherfucker?

You actin like you puttin up lipstick on a bitch

Grab your check, leave the table full of food

I ate already, leave the waitress with some God damn tips

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