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[Kool Keith] Yeah whassup T-Love A lot of brothers be freestylin (right) Blowin smoke at your clothes Girls be out there with, weaves with glue in they scalps, tryin to get loose But it`s time to drop gooses! (true dat) YouknowhatI`msayin?
"T, hit it off!"
[T-Love] There`s a lot of girls rhymin on the mic with no direction Don`t know why they flexin, forgot rules and lessons The essence: beats and rhymes and shit I`m about to show these bitches that I`ll die for this With more than the skills to pay the bills at ?, I rock it Nobody knows my name, at least I`m hittin pocket It`s been a while.. "been-been-a, been-a, been a long time" -> Ra Yeah, it`s been a long time since B-Girls got down Now I be, mannered like Janet, Jack-me when I`m not lookin Cause iffin I`m lookin, then you get YO` shit tooken A hundred degrees of heat, under emcees who sleep-walkin in some bibles since the age of three See I be a rap editor, rhymer et cetera to the letter or competitor, not in it for the cheddar A calligraphist, envisionist Yeah it`s been a long time but I`m back to make a diff`
Chorus: Kool Keith
That girl is wack.. That kid is wack.. That producer`s wack.. Your whole family`s wack.. "So wack that it`s bound to show"
[Kool Keith] I`m systematic, graphic, outspoken, master past a certain MC Abilities of enemies, construct nine million quitrillion makes a brother brilliant, strong like Einstein I find the underlying, words with verbs herb Make me famous when I pull up on your anus It`s disaster for the tri-state actor, in a circle like Urkel Yo T-Love, these assholes are dirt specks on my rugs Smokin blunts with stomach pumps Pick up the mic, your crew`ll only rhyme once For the budget, 70,000 Monopoly money With a wack producer, usin Sonny Spitz You on that "Keep it Real" list, you`re broke You`re name is Captain Provoke, better know you ain`t never eatin Tony Rhomes, files of culture I`m still dope even not with Ultra -- back you saved this from Casio samples I`m raw like green apples Fly smooth, I ain`t got nuttin to prove Your album has been out for forever You didn`t even go plether Plastic was your quota, Mr. Spiritual Philosopher Prepare for your release for foul speech You weak, like Cream of Wheat I step to you and blow out assholes like Miami Heat Yo, take off those boots, it`s ninety-five degrees out here It`s fuckin hot
"So wack that it`s bound to show"
Chorus
[T-Love] Return of the B-Girl promises nothing less, than spectacular, with vernacular Peep how T mackin the verb like hoes strollin, on Pharoah, I`m givin you the narrow The L-Down, I mean the skinny, this Pickaninny went to rock battle, while she rides up to Denny`s Nah I ain`t really tryin to diss nobody But old school B-Girls swore in the Goddess In studded Gazelles, they did windmills West had on the Pumas, East had on the Shells Rock the Bells sell prevailed by L`s lips Serious about the type of styles we flipped We get closer to millenium, B-Girls dwindlin You don`t have to stress because "I`m, comin!" It`s been a long time, I shouldn`t have left you Sorry for the wack shit you slept through
Chorus 2X
[Kool Keith] Yeah, it`s return of the B-Girl T-Love in the house for the nine-seven Pullin all, glue off wigs That`s right, damagin skulls That`s right it`s all beauty parlor skills That`s right Touchin up on the weaves and cuttin ends off
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