Master of the Game

Yeah..

{He's the master of the game!}

From the South Bronx

I've been doin this

{All the girls know his name}

All the way from the Northeast, to the West

Down South, Miami Florida

{He's the master of the game!}

Jacksonville {Jacksonville}

Tallahassee {Tallahassee}

Master of the game

{In the rappin Hall of Fame!}

[Kool Keith]

Like Tag Team, back again

Here we go, with a flow, get dealt with quick

Now Joe I know my rap style pro

Let em know, with the quickness, y'all need to witness

Step to the side, y'all mind y'all business

Exercise, like physical fitness

Ride through, I glide through

Bass pump to the trunks inside you

We move it quickly, rap styles swift B

Cadillac rollin, neck full gold and

crafty and nasty, can't put it past me

Step with skills, better call your family

Turn adverse worse, climb in the first verse

Move when I back it up, attack and I smack it up

Girls connectin it, Ultra legend and

why y'all rhymes soft, fruity affectionate

I keep steppin and, boost my rep again

Speed up, go slow, you got the next then

do the La Bamba, turn to Mexican

Swift to shift up, change the pitch up

DJ mix ups, your face get fixed up

Nuts get licked up, quickly, strictly

Chorus: repeat 2X

{He's the master of the game!} {THE MASTER}

{All the girls know his name}

{He's the master of the game!} {THE MASTER}

{In the rappin Hall of Fame!}

[Kool Keith]

I'm warnin, watch yo' backpack mack

Yo' crack lack facts I attacks yo' wax

So fast you press up mess up step up

through this when I do this

I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy

Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy

Houston, Tex, out of New York City

Girls get pretty, go lickin them titties

Astrofunk it revolve in the trunk and

party's live, might turn into somethin

Let them know though, I'm still pro dough

Companies what, wanna sign me solo

It's Keith you need, let your man try to read

Ease the bleed, shut up animal feed

Step to Keith, let you know what it be G

Cruiser shades, at the bar can't see me

Crispy atoms, grab em, pat em

Suckers don't know, how bad I'm madam

Turn and flex and servin necks and

Indiana wrecks then fools wanna flex and

y'all won't know when I pull up in a Lex and

MasterCards, with ceritified checks and

bank bills, fly rims in the hills

Y'all get cups, get more refills

Chorus

[Kool Keith]

Check your watch, now watch me partner

Start to welcome back kids like Kotter

Move your pants, while I rock a little harder

Hoes and foes, hit em all with blows

Watch girls work it, movin unopposed

Hip to flip, throw the thing to they lip

When I dress, yes, put em all to the test

Rock a suede vest, pink jewels on my chest

Rappin, clappin, fingers start snappin

Watch how you actin, I'm rubbin on the back

and MC's is slack and your groups sound wack

Where'd you turn B? Nobody burn me

Style get complex, why you concerned B?

I'm your chalkboard, now you can learn me

Round and round and big bass soundin

Down South Hustler, big bass poundin

East West, top down to the bone

Motorola, on my cellular phone

Change the tone, get up out my zone

Movin next to you, rhyme will flex to you

Stop I'm overdue, jumpin over you

Status gold, to the baddest bro

Chorus

{He's the master} {MASTERRR}

{Master} {KOOL KEITH}

{He's the master} {MASTERRR}

{Master} {KOOOOOl KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH, KOOOOOL KEITH}

{Kool Keith!}