(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill)



(intro)

Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know

What i've been going through to make my own, yeah...



Now its time to hurt your feelings as i upset music industry fans

Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?

You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown, i'm not a specimen

Don't look at me funny when i come around

And ya'll been trying to figure me out for years

Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me

While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant

What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame

As i see 'em watching bet

There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me

I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix

When they cover the story who started rock

Magazines put blankets over my interviews

They don't want to see me on channel 7 news

Tellin the truth of the project group

Which they always have secret spies in with eyes

Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks

And dats, messin' up my whole format

Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function

With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back

Talkin about mariah carey's honky

Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys

While i break out to do the shopping, boy

You're makin' a quick phone call

About my sound is too new and different

I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill

Hey keith we want you to be ill!



Yeah, leave me alone!

Hey keith, we want you to be ill!



Of course i'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with

I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate

I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate

Why you mad? cos i'm original?

You can't do the material

When i sit back and watch you act big

Spend your budget on your video

I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal

While you front, 'lo i'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo

How long's it gonna take?

900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk

I don't need a binge this year

Took care of my paperwork

Take the united taxi out to vegas

While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert

Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels

Who try to put out underground mc's

Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g

How dare you try to insult me?

I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy

Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ¡±welcome to the business¡±

Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness

I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the same



I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd

Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne

No, i'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure

Besides i do wear a cold blue winter

And eat at beautiful resturants... yeah!



Yeah, leave me alone!

Hey keith, we want you to be ill!



Why you think i should wear a motorcycle helmet?

Why don't you wear it?

Put on some wings like a parrot

Let's discuss this contract

Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack

Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs

Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman

I canceled a big tour 'cos i was prepared

You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared

Why ya'll walkin, look hard like your manager got your name

All over your versatile card

And plus, this video treatment sucks

The fishlens effect

The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks

Look at the director trying to tell me what to do

I've done this before

14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead

Don't get your imagination too messed up

I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter

I'm not dressing up

How you gonna tell me what to wear?

I don't need mascara and a stylist

Save that for a big rock group like pantera

Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks

Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed

Too many people with hands in my projects

Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man

I'm like prince

You might see me once every 5 years at the record company

While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid

Under the table doing routine dances for advances

Oooh... you've been involved...



Yeah, leave me alone!

Hey keith, we want you to be ill!


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