Kool A.D. a hundred dollar freestyle

Best rapper in the world

I do my thing, I'm a writer

I'm a writer of books

I'm a writer of hooks

I'm in the woods

I feel pretty good

I feel almost like another person

Almost exactly like another person

This is an amazing machine I'm inside of

What are these beautiful sounds and noises that the ears detected that I am a hearing?

Am I seeing these noises or are the noises a beautiful thing

Inside of me?

This is how you crack the safe of your own consciousness

My raps are totally bad and also incredibly beautifully good and well-made and well-crafted

I blast it, and will continue to do so

I'm in the venue, so to speak, on the menu sometimes, I think

Now, I'm being dramatic

These are the ravings of an addict in the attic

Or cellar in the celery

Allow breathe the heathen, me, never

Or, I dunno, maybe

What do I even know about that

And what do you know about that?

Ay, uh, what about the [?]

If it were to behave me and it behooved you

I move to table the discussion

I feel like my curl too loose

And that hard heart's above my light-skinned pay grade

Feel me? Young player in the game, that's me, Kool A.D.,

Never lame, always famously sharply beautiful

Understood as the number one rappin' MC

My truth the super duper maybe and evidentially and very well

Evidentially, my dear Watson

It's as well essentially understood that your boy

Super hustler what's good, wow, Kool A.D