Put Your Nylons On

[Kool Keith:]

Let's get this done,

Undisputed champ, I'm taking it back to rhyme

Camp, the charter bus expression, quick service

To the session, my occupation is telling rappers

Their reflection, of there expression, they know

The peep talk, you got to step off with a pimp walk,

I give them tip talk, they half it up and spit talk,

Cough a lot of dust, they spit chalk, who can test

The over ground, go on to the underground, how could

You come down here, back up boy don't you realize you

Got on a wedding night gown, you should break out,

Quicker then the speed of sound, you name an m.c

Who went up, I see them come down, with his family,

Rocking nylons and tight panties, oh is he little

Orphan Annie, he's the lyrical tranny, hanging out

With his granny, look at the envelope he gave me,

What ever he hand me, taking chances m.c.s wearing

Girdles at dances, they know I'm running rapper then

Ramped...

[Hook: Extra Kool]

Put your nylons on, little rappers looking silly,

Feeling saucey in a stocking cap, nameless in my

City [x2]

[Extra Kool:]

He got clowned for the creature, and everybody loves

Tickled pink, but he's tasty like cupcakes and vomit

In the kitchen sink, so I guess failure's cool, so

Everybody's got to try it, being underrated is a

Privilege in the mouth of all the lairs, so what's the

Deal pretty boy, I guess I'm the bullet and the sword,

I'm cliches and the weak, I'm the memories and the

Whores, I was everything you need, a broken heart of

Custom features, I'm a lullaby kid, the man who brought

You creature, creature, but the life has finally changed,

He see's the rappers feeling sick, changing styles like

There panties, but they ain't worth a kiss, so he grets

Them with a wish, leaves them whispering all alone,

In the dark running lips, like they don't feel my songs,

Extra Kool is too soft, but his stage show is

Special, the way he writes what he says, it's like his

Mouth is comfort dental, but he's black balled now,

By the papers and pretenders, by his ex and his city,

But his stalker mover to Denver, so now it's bubble gum

Rap for a bubble gum life, spiting candy off the lips,

Fingers crossed for a wife, so will the fame find me,

Before I'm lost and walking home, before you go and talk

Shhh, put your nylons on...

[Hook x2]

[Time:]

The name is Time I got a peep in my step, you see dripping

Mics, where I crept and I left, forget being underrated,

And or numbering, I fit into a list, I tell the truth, that's

Why I'm hated, I've inspired more diss songs, then we love

Chris songs, but that's okay, cause in my face we get along,

People come up to me, they say what's up and give me dap, and

When I turn around, they throw a tomahawk in my back,

Then they go home and kick off the pantie-hoes and take

A shower, then go and record a gangster track and give the

Producer flowers, I'm not looking for fame, I'm looking

For a fat wallet, in a city full of quicksand I'm looking

For a path that's solid, I'm gonna be number one, like

Five minus four, forget a key to the village, I'll kick

Down the door, and tag Dirty Lab in a Krylon bomb, cause

Sucker m.c.s rap with nylons on...

[Hook x2]