Ain’t Nobody Happenin Ultra

[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yeah, it's the first quarter, goin into the second
All labels, drop your acts
Rappers I'm dead serious, stop what you doin
Take it real personal, you know you're wack
Look in the mirror, it'll tell you the truth
Yo, I must confess
You know who I am, bust this

[Kool Keith]
Stop your music, hold up, your temperature is wack
I bought your gimmick album, erased the tape, took it back
You was wrong for rhymin, that was a sin
You should STOP, cause rap's now worse again
You knew you was doo-doo, fakin that you was so brutal
Your style was all canned, your stuff was all chicken noodle
With no sale, you gave your promos out at retail
Tryin to flim-flam and pay them kids off at SoundScan
You bought me real stuff, BUFF - powderpuff
All I saw was tons of group sissies actin rough
Graffiti wars, a bunch of crowds, project halls
Mess with drama, your garbage style's Wonderama
I got skills, but butt crack is all Massengil
Independent, while groupies front while you drive a rented
Up at that atmosphere, headpiece like {?}
You'll be trapped with empty pockets around Yankee Stadium
I know your background, it's a puppet actin wild
I know your issue, I'm in your ass like Scotty Tissue
Kool Keith is no joke, better will not make you hope
Pray to my nuts flat butts talk like Mariah Carey
I'm out there, you on my testicles this year
I tell you straight, you all rah rah