[Intro: Tamika Jones]
Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep It Real' Magazine, and I'm about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of one of the most underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic MCs. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the words 'anal' and 'rectum'? And why do you always use the words 'doo-doo' and 'pee-pee'?
[Kool Keith]
Because that's what the whole fucking rap industry is. Besides, I have other words: gorilla, parakeet, giraffe and also monkey
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
As I strike in your area, shut down, close your shops
Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
Your style is greasy, so what? Your hair is nappy, peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the 2 train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nutsacks
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like mildew
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin' skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look'll get your ass kicked
Pistol whopped like a bitch, get smacks by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flopped, no niggas bound to make my head bop
So save that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is booty, between your legs you sport a cootie
Don't fuck with me
Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep It Real' Magazine, and I'm about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of one of the most underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic MCs. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the words 'anal' and 'rectum'? And why do you always use the words 'doo-doo' and 'pee-pee'?
[Kool Keith]
Because that's what the whole fucking rap industry is. Besides, I have other words: gorilla, parakeet, giraffe and also monkey
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
As I strike in your area, shut down, close your shops
Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops
Your style is greasy, so what? Your hair is nappy, peasy
I wet your brain and tie your penis to the 2 train
Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts
With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo
You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nutsacks
Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like mildew
Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing
When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and
You could never be classic, your rappin' skill's plastic
All that hard and mean look'll get your ass kicked
Pistol whopped like a bitch, get smacks by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flopped, no niggas bound to make my head bop
So save that cartoon shit for Saturday
Everything is booty, between your legs you sport a cootie
Don't fuck with me
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