[Kool Keith]
Yeah
Every morning I wake up lookin in the mirror
I am the original Black Elvis
That's right when you see me with my wig to the side
wearin my short leather jacket
Marilyn Monroe on my back
I'm livin that life
I'm for real with this
That's what I think about
I like to tell my fans
I got my shades big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly, for Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap, this is clean, feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll to Detroit in Sedan DeVille's
I throw my skully on, big robe like Marvin Gaye
Step in the front row, primetime I move your way
Budweiser Fest soundcheck, demanding more respect
I come correct through the Metro, and turn y'all petrol
I'm up here early bitin donuts sippin on espresso
While you sleep, I creep, gainin ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin phone calls, I'm closin deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry Hill
I'm doin it well, I'm doin it swell
Yeah
Flying saucers, spaceships move at warp speed
MTV level three when I fly on BET
Livin' astro, tell me how you feel
One two, one two
Movin roughly, straight to the desert, San Antonio
I talk swift the Rock King Black Romeo
I pack clubs, promoters put me out in Tokyo
Damage your area, I'ma launch a fierce missile
I roll schools, movin butt like I'm toilet tissue
What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you
Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw
New Jersey Nets real man, you ain't no Donald Hillman
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