Spread ’Em Kool Keith

Yeah, kick a little freestyle, show you kids how I get wild
You know, show ya how to make records, do it the right way
You listeners out there, you know it's real, you know, it's real
Yeah check it out, you know one time

I make statements, permanent holes in what you say
It ain't that riff raff junk and all the garbage that you play
College kids know that's a Frisbee, it's a no, no
I got thank god it's not released in a promo

Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up

I kick one style, you Kurt, yo drop that record right down
They wanna dance, yo stupid buggin', c'mon right now
Yeah, I guess I'll jump up on the record
Your A&R man is quite stupid, he can't check it

My style go again, my style flow again
My style kicks like Jim Kelly in a show again
Alright you buggin' my brother, you still thinkin'
A M.C. Battle, no comp, a rapper still stinkin'

You got that deal this time 'cause you was lucky man
Yo, gimme my tape back yo, what fuck it man
I continue I walk with my heat I burn your style
Like a live barbecue smells good I turn your style
You don't want none, it's rabbit time and duck season