I'm Fuckin' Flippin'

[Kool Keith impersonating a nerdy person plus a racist record label exec]

How's the Kool Keith solo project coming along?

It's doing great, yeah Bob

We promoted a lot of niggers this year

We promoted 'em down the ass

We paid a lot of stuff out

We lost, we took cutbacks

And another nigger is just coming in the industry

It's more niggers to come

[Kool Keith as himself]

I walked inside, the baldheaded man, the man is psycho

This A&R man, he was a white kid named Michael

I shot him eight times, blank up in the fuckin face

I murder staff, the company I burn this place

No time for management, what, who wanna stop the sicko?

Mad I'm crazy, yo cops better suck my dicko

You know I pack mac-10's, yo fuck the F.B.I.

I'm bringin two vans, grenades and another guy

I'm cold shootin, I'm bustin in your ambulance

Pop pop pop pop, you shake and do a rain dance

Who got the murder case, who got the murder face

I walk in companies boom and blow my triggers off

Uncle Toms, savage whites and the niggaz off

You talkin blank blank blank and all that street shit

Distinctive breaks, freestyle, I'm on some other shit

I'm throwin big bombs, grenades at the firetruck

[x4]

Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin

[Kool Keith]

I'm buckin everywhere, people are dyin, you call emergency

I got my mask and motherfuckers don't know it's me

I'm shootin glass out, people bring your ass out

I see executives runnin, they comin fast out

Please, please, I'll fuckin shoot him in his knees

And burn up the elevator, now try to fuck with these

Pow pow pow, I'm shootin like a wild cow

Chocolate cow, the dog is goin BOW WOW

The cats are runnin everywhere, people panic

You white and black Uncle Tom, watch me motherfucker

I ain't no sucker, I'm still fuckin shootin

I got hostages up here, fuck you, call the cops

Yeah I know

I keep movin, buckin my shit, the staff dyin

You can't stop me you fuckin devil and a lion

[x5]

Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin

[Kool Keith]

Yeah... (send more cars!) ...

I'm on your floor, call up the cops, I shoot the phone

Zip code fuck you in the morning bullet zone

I walk in Radio City, I spray the Grammy's

I'd rather go out, piss some groupies in some panties

You know I'm not goin homo, on that singer shit

I'm on that gunsmoke shit, I'm on that swinger shit

And fuck you groups out there, and all that happy shit

I rap like a pimp, that's right I'm on some daddy shit

You bitches got deals, and started out suckin dick

I'm kickin windows, the motherfuckin psycho clique

I blow your face off you punk, and my dick get hard

Fuck with my program, I'm mad and my stick get hard

You want some shit, yo Moe, go get the streetsweeper

Artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper

[x8]

Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin

[Outro]

Keith, Keith please come out, come out

This is Detective Goodman from the New York City Police Department

We need you to come out now with your hands up and your weapons down

Please release the hostages, the people have done you no wrong

Let them goooooooooo!

[Kool Keith] No!

[Kool Keith impersonating a TV reporter]

Live, Channel 2 News, Jim Jensen

A man down here with a bald head

Furiously shooting, eating bananas

Looking out the windows, sucking lollipops

Spitting on people and telling them, to go away

And as he fiercely shoots, live

We bring you this special 2 News report