Keep it Real - Intellectual

[Skit]

(Yo, yo it's my man Tim Dog, what's up Tim?)

[Tim] Yo yo whattup playa, whattup whattup

(Yo whassup Kool Keith

Yo I know y'all representin, keepin it real for the streets)

[Kool] Whassup, yeah you know it you know it

(Yeah, yo I know you're not gonna move out the projects right?)

[Tim] What? The fuck is wrong with your shorty man?

[Tim] Niggas tryin to get up out the fuckin projects

[Tim] What's your fuckin problem?

[Kool] Fuck you I got some fuckin kids to feed

[Kool] Get the fuck outta my face alright?

[Tim] Get the fuck outta here, kiss my ass motherfucker!

[Intro: Kool Keith]

Yo whassup? This is Kool Keith (yeah)

First of all I'd like to say, the industry is wack (wack)

That's right, I said it, the industry is wack (wack)

Everybody wack

I'm tired of this, let's do this

Yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]

I'm hearin jokes, freestyled, they jam is wack

But representin my scrotum I show dem punks how to do this

Like Brutus I'm raw, sissies think they hardcore

Ass-out-hole-cold, kid freeze your rectum

Don't step to me with hip-hop, pop as Michael Jackson

Your crew is no threat, your style just a small fraction

So get up, lick the nuts, catch the hiccups

Your two-man crew, add one, makin doo-doo

You got your fans souped up, people drinkin urine

I'm mysterious plus your girl begs for anal sex

I got my tape butt-naked, pumpin Ricki Lake

Dogstyle champ, you pause at B, watch your crack shake

I got no time for toys and cheap steaks

I'm boys with Texas niggas, my crew down to pull triggers

Yo tell Ray to spin the record, take the sawed-off shotty

I call direct to jail, speak to John Gotti

Yo niggas out here is jockin hard on his balls

Yo my flow just drop like Niagara Falls

[Hook: Kool Keith]

Keep it real - represent what? My nut!

[Verse 2: Kool Keith]

I see MC's are frail, skinny, bony like Jodeci

With two-faced ducks who ministrate like they knowin' me

There's your tampon that sticks on the panty-liner

Suckers come step with Mary J. Blige eyeliner

I rub my thing on your neck, and gain more respect

Ten worms you drop, next time you get your ass checked

I check stools and throw doo-doo back on you fools

Nobody can rap, your album's wack, vinyl monkey-crap

Giraffe pee pee, you couldn't give away a CD

With female singers collaborating at NVD

For your [?] like starts, you taking dumb shots

Naked like kids with pampers, you all piss-pots

The whole industry is booty like a burnin' cooty

Like black syphilis, you're puss gettin' stuck with this

With your cheerleader chorus, your style is divorced

My style Jim Kelly, your crew is all Chuck Norris

With rhyme kissin' your face. Yo how my sperm taste?

Your girl drinks fast behind, she likes a water chase

I do damage, put spots on your people's rectums

Open tissues up with pliers, I do dissect them

Intestines, yes, rappers walk, bleed internal

I light your glans like the Towering Inferno

Laser ray your anus, stop your style up like signers

Leave you there like Charlie Brown suckin' Linus

In a colostomy bag, spending with a bloody rag

Hangin' out, representin', you were gay today

Child molester Louie, touching babies on their coochie

Watch it kids, the boys' out there sellin' pampers

[Hook: Kool Keith]

Keep it real - represent what? My nut!

[Verse 3: Kool Keith]

I caught you rappers in that fly parade, down West 4th St

Lookin' at me for cold cuts and a slice of meat

With two earrings, sweet cheeks, your crew is Daisy Dukes

I'll send your picture to your wife sportin' hooker boots

Suckers get blackmailed, with naked shots in Black Tail

I'll take the magazines all over, 'round the city

Then show your grandma, "Yeah, ain't they pretty?"

Yo that's Earl, dressed up like a female girl

I print out more copies, hand 'em out at the mall

That thing in your butt, your mouth full with hairy dog balls

Laryngitis, gingivitis face, ashy necks come correct

My dialect on your rectum spot

[Hook: Kool Keith]

Keep it real - represent what? My nut!