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It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news to sweep the world like a shockwave. The mighty Man of Steel, once the superchampion, admired by billions has proclaimed himself a wildman. Afraid of going on an uncontrollable rampage at any moment. [Kool Keith] Hey yo stupid, you thought I was over Living like Oscar, Big Bird and Grover I'm the X the man the first challenger I keep rhymes in place like Bob Gallagher Fittin, and in the chair I'm sittin Rappers know I'm Kool, rappers know I'm Keith Like Charlie Brown, good grief I see rappers I know they turned African I just pedal my bike, then I laugh again I pull the girls with thread and one string They say I'm steppin to them for one thing But I don't think so, you think so, really? Tapes is wack and new MC's sound silly I hate to criticize, I have a problem In this school wack rappers I'll solve them They wanna be like Ultra on the jizock Try to act like they not but on the kizock Suckin, takin, aw-ll be slurpin Letras de cancionesComical bums your wack jams ain't workin You ain't got the style to rock no man You get a pound from me, but with no hand Diss em, I'm not the one Miss Ferguson Cold stupid as hell like George Jefferson Yeah, you dummies better be careful I pick up rappers and throw away a handful Yes... I'm pluckin everyone's card (steppin to the man) [x3] Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star Behind those glasses I know who you are You Racer X, here's rubber speed You dissin James? He's chicken feed He can't rap or clap or make a feet tap How bout Monie and Nikki they both bullcrap I see light in my lamp, but not on the mic How could I diss myself in front of Dolemite You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel Then underline disguise and be the devil Call yourself God, can you make it rain Can you tell me how or what I'm thinkin in my brain I'm not the bighead kid who wanna show off I just pick up the mic and then I blow off Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather You ain't genuine, toyin real leather Pleather, coming out in the weather You rap on R&B tracks and whatever Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain I think twice about the big bow tie You wearin one? I wanna know why I see fools all dressed in tuxedos And at the Grammy's, a bag of Fritos Dumb people wonder, dumb people think Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso I'd rather stay in New York and not Hollywood Fool, I'm pluckin everyone's card (steppin to the man) [x4] You takin off and you're gold and for what? Because you wanna be down and so what? You buy your African beads from Koreans Africans, you walkin by human beings You don't know, you're so stupid Take the books you read you're still stupid Learn, see the rappers I burn You're coming next, it's your turn Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa on doo-doo, and whatever You wanna speak on the X, then let's go with this I know I'm talented, good, and such a pro at this Trade, skill, future my job And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal Yes, you're in the showcase showdown I hope you're ready to rock and come blow down Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf I'm not the man concerned with that story Look out, watch, you're Three Feet and Sinkin The Tribe's are lost and everyone's breath stinkin [Ahhh, to the crossroad] Look at one man carry many loads I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world Remember, I'm pluckin everyone's card (steppin to the man) pluckin everyone's card (yell at the top of my lungs) (steppin to the man) [x3] Hahahahaha, you can't even focus the energies of your own body How can you hope to tuffle the God of War, against his will? pluckin everyone's card (yell at the top of my lungs) [x3] You're one of those peace loving folk singers Errrrr, let her contend with this... From Letras Mania