Lyrical Magic Kool Keith (Ft. H-Bomb)

[Kool Keith]
Yeah, 7th Vail (7th Vail)
Kool Keith, the prince of New York
My man... H-Bomb
Like no other
My breed is no other
The world fashion instructor
New wave gator conductor
My name written on the back of your hiphuggers
Gotta handle that flashes
Adjust my speed shutter
Futuristic vocalist, Kool Keith
I'm pro at this
I'm too high up in the sky
Many are lower at this
Girls look out the colossal windows
It's on when the wind blows
Scroll through your bank accounts, I'm not a pimp
You wanna give me your pocketbook
I'm not a violatin guy, I'm not a pocket crook
The empire of all this
People say what kinda style you call this
My sparkle shine, it's all wrist
(uh-huh, it's all wrist)

[Chorus - singer]
Your girlfriend got in me mayn
She been givin me brains
There's no shame in her game
But you should be ashamed (I'm the prince of New York)
You see I'm runnin thangs
Got diamond rings and chains
See I move in big ways
I like the finer thangs (I'm the prince of New York)