|
[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
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Return of the B-Girl
|
Kool Keith |