I'm Kool M

Other mc's, i want you to know
If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow
Come and get it cause i'm waitin and i got nowhere to go
Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow
We can throw

Badself

When i get busy, the crowd gets dizzy
And when i'm on the stage, the party people say, "is he
Really human or is he a robot?"
Because when i'm on the microphone nobod-
Y does the things that i do
My voice will guide you
Once you hear it, it stays inside you
Hypnotizing and mesmerizing
The cerebral cortex, but without realizing
You become confused and so enthused
Cause the rhymes i use can make you lose
Total control, and if i choose
To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news
Like paul revere: "a real rapper is here!"
Yeah, "moe dee is coming, moe dee is coming"
And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter
Nothing is the matter, you're just looking at a
Real rap trooper with a power so super
After battlin me, i guarantee you won't recouper-
Ate cause i am great, i can make you hate
To ever look in the mirror and affiliate
Yourself with anything but an average person
Lovin my success but envious and cursin
You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker
Just gimme a pound cause i'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I put a hurtin on rappers, egos are crushed
Pride is swallowed, asses are bust
Hearts are taken, souls cremated
Lips are sealed and they hate it
Overrated rappers made it
On a wing and a prayer with old beats updated
But i'm not like you bitin barbarics
Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics
I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal
I never run out, i got an automatic refill
I never get cold, i only get lukewarm
When i wanna get hot, i have a real brainstorm
Ideas start flowin, my talents start showin
And if the music stops, moe dee keeps goin
I'm bigger than life and deeper than death
The world of rap is like a kitchen and i am the chef
Boy, are these mc's really startin to irk me
Make it to the top, then try to jerk me
Ask em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin
Like they don't know, they must be buggin
But i like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty
And one day i'll make them all beg for mercy
So remember that if you wanna act like a sucker
Don't ever make me mad cause i'm a bad, bad, bad mutha-

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig
My iq's too high, my words are too big
My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample
Some things i won't do, and here's an example
I won't make a 'la-di-da-di', an 'oh veronica'
A 'dear ivette' or a la-'latoya'
I'm not tryin to dis the rappers that made these cuts
As a matter of fact i like them, but
Records like that are for the average mc
Not for the highly rated moe dee
I have a formula, i'm like a scientist
And i must put words together like this
My voice is a ?????, coming out an orophus
Expressing ?????, verbally or if it's
Mental ??asymetrics?? that makes me so electric
By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected
I'm a rhymer with a timer, i'm a english dialectic
My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon
My soliloquy will affect ya like farrakhan
Love me or hate me, agree or debate me
Watchin suckers gather round, bow down ????? be-
Cause what i do orally i something so morally
Stimulating, emmulating heat that's corally
My mind is both flexible and resillient
Pugnacious, tenacious ??????, i'm brilliant
Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining
Why i'm standing on the top and that's where i'm remaining
My brain rocks like mr. spock's
And any other mc's are knocked out the box
So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker
Sucker mc's, i'm a bad, bad, bad, bad (mutha-)

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

Now i was never solo, i was always in a group
So now you new jacks are a little too souped
So if you think you could take mine
Then come on and make my
Day, you idiot, you knew from the giddy-up
You didn't have a chance
But if you want drop the pants
I spank that ass so fast that the next time you glance
Everyone will be laughin and you'll be the stock
Cause that's what's good about havin you mc's on the jock
I could go on and on and on and on for days
But everytime i speak i get unwanted protegees
If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck
Cause you don't really want none cause i'm a bad, bad, bad (mutha-)

Mutha-, mutha-, muthaf-

(du-dumb) (dumb)
(d-d-du-du-dumb) (dumb)
(du-dumb) (dumb)
(d-d-d-dumb) (dumb)

[ verse 1 ]
Well, listen up, homeboys, i got somethin to say
About a homeboy from back in the day
His name was richard, some called him rick
But if you knew him like me, you'd call him dick
When we were growin up, we stuck with each other
Like white on rice, he was kinda like a brother
We had a lotta fun when we were kids
We always overlooked the dumb things he did
But the fun was over when we got to high school
Cause it was time for gettin girlies, so we had to be cool
We had a lotta girlies, and our friends were impressed
One thing went wrong, rick got obsessed
We wouldn't go to class, always think about ass
Not if he was gonna pass, if he would just last
Girls was all he was thinkin about
If the school was all boys, he'da been dropped out
When he did drop out, he felt no shame
And if you ask me, he had the right name
Cause he hated to go, but he loved to come
That's why i call him dick, cause dick is dumb
Dick

(d-d-d-du-dumb) (dumb)
(dumb dick)
(d-d-d-du-dumb)

[ verse 2 ]
He wouldn't go to school, but he had to survive
So he went out and got him a 9 to 5
Although he was lazy, he had to work
Cause he had a lot of girls, he needed money, the jerk
As fast as he made it, his money was spent
When it came to girls, he didn't care where he went
He'd hound em like a dog, so we used to say "fetch!"
And it was no tellin what he would catch
He was in the doctor's office almost every week
He became so popular, everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (hi rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (dumb dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was cause of his hard head, that he was so loose
He was in love with another girl every day
And when we asked him why, he'd only say
(i'm the kinda guy who likes to have fun
I need a lotta girls, can't have just one)
I can understand that, but this is kind of insane
Sometimes i wonder if his brain
Was his...

(d-d-d-du-du-dumb) (dumb)
(dumb dick) (2x)

[ verse 3 ]
He lost his girl when he lost his job
So to keep himself from livin like a no-good slob
He hustled on the streets, cause he had no choice
And every day you'd hear his voice
Sayin "jumbos! i got it good"
But he never made the money that a hustler could
Cause when he was standin out on the corner
If a girl walked by, he was right up on her
He was so hot, his heat couldn't be measured
To him his business was his pleasure
A one-track mind, and as a matter of fact
He changed his name to daddy mack
The people on the streets he was workin for
Cut him off, now he's just plain old poor
And all his girls left, because they never cared
The were leeches for a dollar, and they got their share
Homeboy disappeared like a magic trick
And everybody wanna know what happened to dick
Well, he's still around, but now he's a bum
Chasin bag ladies, he's the same old dumb
Dick

What are you crazy, you know who i am
(moe dee!) yes, i'm the man
I am the flyest, cleanest, baddest, meanest
Rapper that walks the streets
My rhymes are always on point
Smooth as an ointment
I mitigate any beat
I'll take you where i wanna go
I sound slick when i kick it on a slow tempo
And if you ask if there's someone better than moe
Like luther vandross, they'll say, 'don't you know?
Really, really, really don't you know?'
Cause i'm a real rap warrior, elite astoria
I'll take on 104 of ya
Highest paid rappers if they put up the plucks
And i'll prove that they're all ducks
Cause i don't care nothin 'bout your money and gold
Don't wanna hear about how many recrods you sold
Cause none of that don't mean nothin to me
Cause i'm 'the greatest' - but not ali
I'm kool moe dee

What are you senile, have you lost your mind?
I'm the greatest rapper of all time
If they had a rapper's hall of fame, bein that it's all a game
I might not be down, because some rappers got a name
From screamin and yellin with hot records sellin
But your rhymes are smellin, that's why i'm tellin
You, when i go, homeboy, i'm gone
Cause i'm better but don't get me wrong
There is no disrespect meant, my only intent
Is to get some of that cold cash to spend
Consider rappin as a competitive sport
And we're all enemies on the court
But when the game is over i'll shake your hand
Give ya a pound, cause you're still my man
But if you put both of us in front of a mic stand
Homeboy, it's a new game plan
Cause i gotta disrespect ya, try to disconnect ya
Break you down like a clown cause i'm an intellect, ya
Bird brain rappers i call hip-happers
Not hip-hoppers, cause y'all just happen to
Be on a mic so you can hear your voice
But your rhymes is dunkenheins, soft and moist
Some rappers are too hard and others too soft
But i'm perfect, i just go off
Because i depict rappin consumately
Cause i'm 'the greatest' - but no ali
I'm kool moe dee

Don't piss me, i know you miss me
So now you think i fell off? don't diss me
Just use some innovation and close your eyes
And visualize us on the enterprise
And set all coordinates on the subordinate
Rappers, beam em up, take their minds and broaden it
Set em back to earth and watch the network
Multiply by mega-millions, you witness a burst
Of a new society, rappers with variety
So much prestige, flair and notoriety
Michael and prince would seem like small figures
It's hard to believe but think about it, it figures
I personify perfection and my mic is a tool
I make another rapper feel small as a molecule
There's no race no contest, i'll never have to jostle
They're small time, to them i am collossal
I'm a gladiator with the image of a god
I'm powerful but camouflaged
Like moses had the power to separate the sea
I by the power invested in me
Put words in rhythm, recite em as poem
Put em on records to display em and show em
To an entourage of fiends who are also loyal
Who through their eyes are seeing me as the royal
King that feed the hungry souls
That starve for excitement ????
The ice man cometh, kool moe dee
The messiah is rated on a higher marquee
I be a god, apex of the hip-hop cult
I'm the leader rhyme breeder, yes, i am the ult-
Imate idolized figure, there's not a name bigger
Than kool moe dee cause no one has the vigour
That i possess and that's cause i
Really feel that i'm the best, so i personify
Rap to the fullest, i totally perplex
The majority of rappers and they turn out vexed
The other competition because of my position
I don't stop rockin under no condition
I rock non-stop but don't ever fatigue
And many experts in the busines are so intrigued
That they begin to draw conclusion, some askin questions
Is it possible to rock by the power of suggestion?
Well that depends totally on the source of power
And if it's your brain, the answer's of course cause i'm a
Auto-hypnotic, reverse-pschotic
That'll make you feel, if you want it i got it
Every second you spend with me
You know you feel that this is the place to be
Because i depict rappin consumately
I'm 'the greatest' - but not ali
I'm kool moe dee

(monster crack)

1986 - return of the horror flicks
More deadly than _the omen_, a killer and a showman
Like the devil in _the excorcist_
But this flick can cause a heart attack
Cause it's more than action-packed
It's alive and killin and the star is a villain
And his name is monster crack
The crack monster

He talks to ya like he's alive
And when he talks like bees to a hive
The people come runnin, the older and the young'in
The place he lives in is the house they hung in
He wants your money, only your money
He'll make you feel good for a real fast twenty
The bill is passed and the dollars go fast
The feeling is high but the high don't last
Long enough for you to even read a paper
But you still thirst and hunger for the vapor
Although he is an animate, he'll make you feel
That he can breathe, think, talk and bleed for real
You should stay away cause all he's about
Is just makin you broke and stringin you out
It only takes one kiss and a deep, deep breath
Then you're hooked for life cause it's the kiss of death

Like savoir-faire he's everywhere
He'll hook an innocent baby cause he don't care
He loves to eat, girls and boys, and he's nothin but poison
The biggest ????? of michael jackson he's makin noise in
The streets he's notorious, to pushers he's glorious
To girls he's a pimp cause he turns em to the whoriest
Materialistic nymphomaniacs
That'll do anything for monster crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by crack, god bless
Your soul, cause he'll take the rest

The power of the mind should not be wasted
But the agony of defeat is always tasted
By those who chose to willingly oppose
??????? instead they follow their nose
And the more you get, the more you want
You're killin your brain out, so later on it'll haunt
You you become insatiable, you can't get enough
When your money gets low, things really get rough
It's your only objective, you lose all perspective
On life, you're obsessed, possessed and defective
Losin weight and disappearin but still perseverin
Your body tells you no, but all you're hearin
Is the crack talk

In south africa many a brother died
Tryin to fight back against apartheid
Bombs are flying, people are dying
Terrorists terrorizing and the whole world's trying
To prevent another war, but i got a surprise
There's already - one right before your eyes
And we're nowhere near, the end this is only the beginning
Until this point the crack has been winning
Weakening hearts, corrupting minds
A stone cold killer, very easy to find
And once he's caught by the law, he can't go to jail
Cause he's nothin but a little piece of matter for sale
Usin people like pawns in the game of chess
And he is the king, more powerful than the rest

(monster crack
The crack monster)

Do you know what time it is?

Girlies are partying, touching my body and
Talking to me like i'm a kindergartian
Today she's on mine, tomorrow she's on his
But don't worry about me, because i know what time it is
Time to get mine while you try to get yours
I'll get mine pause in those silky drawers
Take you to the cleaners and i got a trick
Cause all you're ever going to get is a piece of my dee-dee-duh
Didn't you know that my girlie, my toe
It's easy to come, but harder to go
Hope you got a good heart and you're a good sport
Cause i'm a treat you like beaver on a basketball court
I'm gonna run you around, take you up and down
Take you out and leave you in the lost and found
So if you wanna be down, miss listen to this
Before you deal with me, you'd better know what time it is

Do you know what time it is? (tell me do you know?) (repeat 3x)

Some girlies are pretty, some girlies are fine
But most girlie girlies like to play with your mind
They like sporting new gold and riding in cars
And most of them, they don't care who you are
They're materialistic and unrealistic
And to most of them you're nothing but another statistic
Whoever's got the money, they're all on his
Y'all can save it for david, cause i know what time it is

Do you know what time it is? (tell me do you know?) (repeat 3x)
Check the clock!

Put your gucci watch on and synchronize the time, and let's rock

Girls for me come a dime a dozen
And that's why i never never was a
Situation where i could get jerked
Like a mechanic, all i do is bodywork
Want my money? you must be a fool
Cause like billy idol said, i'm gigalo cool
Moe dee, that's me, introduce yourself, miss
But don't try to be slick, cause i know what time it is
Time to make sure that the girlies stay poised
String 'em out so they will always want more
Don't come around here and try to get richer
Don't ask me for no money, cause baby baby baby
Bet you don't know me from a can of paint
And i bet you think i'm fronting but i tell you i ain't
And i bet you think you know, but i'll tell you like this:
I'll be you don't know (know what?) what time it is

Do you know what time it is? (tell me do you know?) (repeat 4x)

It's time to get money, time to get paid
It's time to have fun, it's time to get laid
Like to front like i'm poor, i don't drive, instead
I be chilling in a jetta with my man that be red
Riding all around the city and half the world
And after talking from girl to girl
All you ladies seem to sing the same old song
Makes it hard for me when a real girl comes along
Now i'm a veteran, a girl all-pro
And as many as i've had, i still don't know
So i made a little system so i can tell
Doesn't always work, but what the hell?
Don't ask me for nothing, and don't give me nothing
And keep it like that for about a whole month and
Half and i'll laugh and maybe one day miss
Maybe you can be down, maybe you can be down
Maybe you should be down cause you know what time it is

Do you know what time it is? (tell me do you know?) (repeat 3x)
Check the clock!

Put your gucci watch on and synchronize the time, and let's rock