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[Kool Keith]
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New York City! (Keith Turbo)
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You're listening to the number one
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The one and only (Keith Turbo)
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Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
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Pontiac, GTO
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That's right, we do it like that
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Keith Turbo, the new man
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Here we go
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Move in close range, with the ARTCC
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Air Route Traffic Control Center
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I freeze MC's at maximum degrees
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??, from the street when I ripped apartments
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and the Corman suites
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Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace
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Your girl starin in my face at 7,000 feet
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Turbo, jets in the cockpit
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You flock with weak kids on the block with
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For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
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For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all
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Attack ya like roaches
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Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport
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Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance
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Runaway 18-L, pilot one, change in your slot
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Number two you're through, dischargin your battery
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Stop rappin to me
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New York City's number one MC, that's real G
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Who's that kid B? Passengers are in position
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Change your whole vision
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Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
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Take off your shirt I see your ribs
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Fakin like you Tommy Gibbs
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Technology program, you used to know
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I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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Man (Keith Turbo)
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I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls
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That's right
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Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerillas]
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It's all Turbo
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Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
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Let me show these kids what to do
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RPM 600 pound gorillas, 22 not hot
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Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks
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Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people
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Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
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Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
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Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
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You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
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Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin you a lesson
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False representation'll leave y'all sweatin in the train station
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Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura
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That's why I laugh at ya
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like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
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Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
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I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
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Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
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Financial trainin on the campus
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Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
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Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency
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Don't mess with me
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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(Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO
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That's right y'all, it's all about NASA
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When I ride around in my NASCAR
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Don't think I'm Richard Petty, or Bobby Unser
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or even Al Unser, it's all Indy 500 when I run around
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You know it, I come with the fluid like Jackie Stewart
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(Keith Turbo)
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(Keith Turbo)
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(Keith Turbo) *laughing*
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(Keith Turbo) *laughing*
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(Keith Turbo)
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Keith Turbo
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Kool Keith |