[Intro]

Stop playin' with 'em pool!

[Intro: Kool A.D.]

Yo, Kool A.D. What up Dun?

Another episode on a Pool Cosby production

You probably could touch nothing on my catalog, it’s too vast

Give me five up high now down low oops too slow I’m too fast

I do this, you do that you're too gassed dude, I’m true class

Look into my two glass circles as you pass the blue grass purple

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]

You asked Urkel but Stefan responded

I stepped on the song and the weapons was brandished

Get on gone with it

Off with his head

Hip hop is dead, long live it

I’m strong, gifted and

Half my rhythms is mad

Science is supreme technology

Get off of me, you couldn’t walk a block with me

I can walk properly

Catch top like the hat up on the Monopoly man, I probably can

[Verse 2: Kool A.D.]

Not for sale yo

Tell me that I won’t though

I do it for the soup

Desarrollo, you a moco

Get your nose blown Bozo catch a hole like the ozone

Oh no bro I’m so thorough!

Yo

[Verse 3: Kool A.D.]

What up with your girl, doe?

I'm all up in the clam like the pearl, doe

After that sippin' on merlot

Scorpio acrobat flipping on Virgos

And geminis, seven eyes, seven horns, heaven high

Kevin, I’d be in my home, look

See in my dome

This, a real lie

Realize green, you could see that I’d be in my zone

I’m free and I roam through the sea

Sky fly like the fishes

Shen I swim with the pigeons

You be [?] with the bishes

I’ll be flicking lights

Switches ight

Shit is like, “Victor, tight”

Wizardly, kissing these

Beats with the illest type

Visions, so deliciously

Raps do victory

Laps around literally any track kicked to me

Sit back and listen to my mysteries

Nigga please, nigga please

Nigga please, nigga, nigga please

Please, Kool A.D. best rapper

[Bridge: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]

Yo, Kool, man. Yo, Vic. You Spanish, you can’t be sayin' nigga, man

I’m fuckin’ witchu. You can say nigga, you cool

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]

Hennessy and Coca-Cola, bitch I’m barely sober

Rock n’ roll the roll [?] the [?] I need some polar water

I cop some work from out of town growers on the low, but

I ain’t tell too many niggas that I'll fuck my flow up

My loc niggas don’t eat donuts and they so nuts

Calicos for hundred shots dumping clips for extra shot

Pumpin’, psychotic, neurotic go black like the Simbiat

Bitch talking all that hot shit, I bet she’s still goin' fuck

Doggy style real deep I stick my balls in it

Push your ass cheeks together like in an accordion

Imported kicks, from Japan, this is Rhythm Footwears

(Oh, I know about those)

Yo don’t know what the fuck that is

I rock shit you gotta google

I see through you

I peel your whole top back like a cup of noodles

Your whole style is doodoo

And I’m the shit, Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Suck my dick, nigga