Return To Zero - Intellectual

[Intro]

Be the man on the street, he's around the corner, yeah!

Yeah, you don't have to play this on a Tuesday night

But check this out, this is Sunday morning in church!

With the brother, the Godfather

Open up the testaments, and let us read this

This ain't no flint stone and no bedrock type stuff, check it out

[Hook]

Check out my style, return to zero

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]

Well I keep my style and tone, on my jivin' microphone

Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what I give them

Don't flex funky yo, kick it honey step back

Watch when I come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that

Rappers know I'm X, slow down, watch me get stupid open

Dance for the ladies, I strip in Chippendale's

Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer

With a brain that spins like Kid Capri, 33

Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate

My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo-doo lyrics

Make a brother say, "Keith is out? Damn, I wanna hear it"

Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape

Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go

Tell his uncle brother aunt and Cousin Belle (Ding-Dong!)

As I rock so well, spanki'n tail, check the beats

My style is so early, you couldn't catch it on Bobbito

As I flaunt and I stretch just like a rubber band—poppin'!

Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike

I'm long and strong and just like the Lincoln Tunnel

'Father, big up, check it out

Back back, I switch switch, I check check, I know that

Bored as I kick up, you proud of me you know it's me

I got more muscle to flex to show than Jodeci

Take off them panties, I turn Boyz II Men

[Hook]

Check out my style, return to zero

[Verse 2: Godfather Don]

I'm wicked to the max, tax, corner blood from your sister

My wish 'em well 'cause I give 'em hell

Don't sell, so guess I miss 'em

Don't lead the charge, populating what I can create

I use 'em, my use 'em breaks, so you can take your beat and shove it

'Cause I love it when emcee ass predators try to get a metaphor

To make no-hits, show you it's too rough-kid

The super centrifugal, Don metaphysical, many time [?], your [?] where my rhyme goes

It's harder to find those, jazz breaks, keeps

Where he can listen it, from long time, no air from

Don't let me help you earn some

First you ought to have the skills to pay the bills

Make sure, it's real, don't cop-y my tech-nique

Don't try to steal, my deal piece

To papi, to amigo, school [?]

Yo IT, know the beat, bro achieve

Close the weed, [?] speak

Those ray peaks, shows they got left

Like tea though, they can't go where I go

I break 'em like chi, go

Stick pick, bitch, change the beat to a S

So you like the sound, you can't best [?]

Don't try to undress, my grey mannequins

'Cause like the madder B, I get better buzz

Bullet purple poison surfing, up a tempo

Tricky solo plexus, I cast a next and want no more [?]

Better blues and blacks, from the incredible, rap stack

Don't pass the lack a lack, lick a track attack

Battle babe, Ross's been thinking have a tad of that[?], yeah

Go east west, to make a damn champ and profile

Operate inf, I warm and call it no style

[?], [?], Select, then I play 'em

Electrocute an A when I slay 'em

I'm sticking to mad niggers who rob me of my style

I'm bucking 'em up in the face, and throwing them in the POW, yeah

[Hook]

Check out my style, return to zero