Dan The Automator

(feat. Kool Keith)

[Talking voice]
Look, how am I gonna justify corruption to you?
It's always been here and it always will be
Well, I'm rappin' to you brothers proud baby..

[Kool Keith]
Cruisin' big time
Livin' the life like Big Joe
Willie swift the player, with my hype pornoshow
Like Goldie, the mack, laying honnies on their back
Clockin' gees a week, your fake pimps hear me speak
Ridin' low down, checkin' my watch like Frank Knitty
Police pressin' up, let me pay off the city
Controllin' your town like Sega do with the Genesis
Who is the fan? Scopin' pannies on the premises
Backstab, nevermind ?takin'? slap
Countin' my green, now tell me, where's the other half?
Don't try to comment, don't tell me how to run my stable
Plug your card, leave your fingers bleedin' on the table
No time for games, baby talkin' "help a brother"
Your style is platic, your girl talkin' rubber

[Chorus]
[x4]
I'm the king of New York!
Runnin' out from big city

[Kool Keith]
You ran away from home, you ran away into my arms
Speak the ???, my lollipop here's a charm
You need a place to stay, what step up my way
I got your front ho, and everything on Lairway
You're my daughter now, the women have to call me daddy
The smith with big green, with clients on the white caddy
Like General Mills, total with the whole green
I'm in control, passin' up your sad little brain
He made you cry before, he made you cry now
I mean steak, your ho eatin' chocolatecow
What's the matter? He made your heart splatter
He kept you on the down low, climbin' up the ladder
Pretty as you are, lookin' like a moviestar
Delicious, nutricious, don't wanna get vicious
I ain't no bloodhound, sniffin' on your heels
Some strung out junkie over you takin' pills
We can do this lady! Lucy give me a kiss
[kissing] I'm your man now

[Chorus]
[x4]
The king of New York!
Runnin' out from big city

[Kool Keith]
It took a mastermind to put together the operation
I started out recruiting at the Grey Hound busstation
Pushin' jewels, I'm still the man on 40 dews
Providin' support, champ like a big sport
Hangin' high, with no ID you can't verify
The biggest mack on the heels from the illest city
No shorts taken, tell Jim yo it's tuff titty
Call power rills to meet the only president
FBI watchers are tryin' scope ?????
I'm in my train of thought, I own supreme court
Standin' on the block, lickin' ????? for days
You work for me, competition for some premise
I'm in the rhyme, smoothin' groovin' down
I'm in the rhyme, smoothin' movin' down
Checkin' out my game, the feds know it's the same
I'm in court for only childsupport

[Chorus]
[x4]
I'm the king of New York!
Runnin' out from big city

[Beat fades out with a guy talking]

[Scratching] My style is the best..

[Kool Keith]
The club is open catch this
I wreck it swing it, sling it
Styles is smooth, styles is sweet
Styles are dope, styles that meet
Any rapper clappin' you'd be talkin'
You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go
This record's for real spin that wax in that vinyl bill
Check the back of the Houston tex package ass
Sucka's wanna step up you grab your girls fast
I'm in here with wack MC's in the atmosphere
Greasing my status Willy Smith wanna change gears
One-two one-two three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I want some 2000 gamma wild motivation
Sex on earth, it's time I left the spacestation
Don't think I'm Dr. McCoy, I'll tap that butt boy
Rappers in my way on primetime, clearin' every day
You gets the bozak Peter from the Shootin' Skeeter

[Chorus]
I want da mic, yo drop the style
Let him rip it
I want da mic, yo drop it here
Let him flip it

[Kool Keith]
I take a second wild crime, don't smile
You still jealous, watch my flow in Puerto Rico
Like Victor Vodorellis
People know that Julio brother style is loco
Rappers souped up then gassed pump like Sunoco
What's up now? BeeBeeBeep's seen you talkin' walkin'
Switchin' bitchin' the brother's sweating on the mic
Girls on my tip and women chew me like a Mike 'n Ike
These are the keys that go to the Cadillac
Supersonic condoms, MC's want their barebacks
I draw on tails smell panties like an artifact
I'm in this house, it's best to keep it quiet mouse
You got the lice in private hair, yo you carry louse
Plunderjack, the bass bounce more than the ounce
Like Roger Troutman, people still use him now
Onepowered horses MC's going off the cow
Jump on the moose play each hair like a violin
You step like Bozo but the clown keep on wylin'

[Chorus]
[x4]

[Kool Keith]
The last ranger, breaker 1-9 yo smokey bear
Got that black Mack truck
With wack MC's in my pubic hair
What's the flim-flam with peepee on the highway
Girls move slow but track their trailers in their driveway
Who's smokin' joe now? The smith tanks are full with diesel
Back up your rectum piece on primetime you little weasel
I'm comin' through with no girls in no hairdo
Cover your cracks before the place smells like mildew
I'm Mr. Clean shoot clips through the magazine
Butts get wiped and shined up by the greasemachine
[Come on go with me over to my place]
Yeah, like Teddy said
I'm scrathing butts like the pimples on your first record
You wanna see and maybe folks wanna check it
I want the sound to throw down and make you sit down
And see your man, he's biting styles in the background

[Chorus]

(feat. Neph the Madman)

[Verse One: Neph The Madman]

Forget your crew nigga there's no contest
The Hoodie Men we confresh and never less
I guess, if you want to test and try, oh why? Now, this nigga gotta die
Smoke, light L's engage in sex
Shorties with big breasts and round fat juicy asses
From the ghetto classes, you with them kicking niggas asses
We'll be in there with swimwear, who in there
The hoodie men we rock the spot
Who are you? You silly cuz we rocked your knot
So bo bo bo, cry nigga thought you knew
That the sucka MC's get the D from my crew

[Chorus:]

I'm wiling, the ism got me wiling
My shorty got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum
I'm wiling, jiggy got me wiling
The forties got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum
I'm wiling, cuz niggies got me wiling
The ghetto got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum
I'm wiling, but Jackie got me wiling,
Drama got me wiling, trapped up in the al insane asylum

[Verse Two: Neph]

I gotta take the pain away, so I sit back relax and smoke the ism every day
Well men don't care, mad bills to pay
And a bunch of more ho's, brothers drinking alizay
Damn, I'm high again, yo my girl drives me crazy
Insane pain in my brain it don't amaze me
Hated by her parents, feeling transparent
Dammit, and in two weeks we'll have a baby
Why? I cry and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye filled with chocolate
Now I'm high, mama kicked me out, not fair
Niggas everywhere and other niggas just stare
Screw me, some might want to do me the uzi
Cocked, till the nextman front and you'll get rocked
Cuz I got a daughter now plus I'm homeless, so shit is out of order how?
Do you do, here comes the man of two
Fucked up but I hope I'm getting through to you
Life is a bitch, so we just stay high, hoodie men don't die we just multiply

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Neph]

Land and the area, damn we slam scarier I'm darin ya
You can bring your crew the more the merrier
America, do you know who we are? Hoodie Men we be are
Nasty nab be sent to be far, Allah, you better call that nigga right now
I'm ghost, and elephants around you on the ground
Who is he I don't know, just another John Doe
On the scene, his wife, oh no, Feds scream
Neph The Madman, yo I know that niggas M.O.
Causing def lyrical slug and a fucked up flow
Now you know, who's the motherfucker in town
You didn't know, your mothers my ho, you fucking glam tally-ho
Shout out to my crew, Hoodie Men we on niggas better believe I went for you
As soon, brothers on cell block 151, nigga know that the games have just begun

[Chorus]

(feat. Poet)

[Scratching]
Circumstance is beyond our control

[Poet]
Livin' on the down low and I represent the Shaolion deep
Where crazy bother's known for buckin' a nigga, so don't sleep
????? Watch the bodies pile
Ooh child you can't fuck with my bloody murderstyle
I got you on a scope and it's sharper than a knife
Feel the 9-mill rip it through your flesh, taken life
Just another bitchass caught up in my warpath
Cut you right in half, feel the wrath of a bloodbath
Mass destruction, try test my function
With the padamin I kicks the flavor in ???? conjunction
What's more to prove nigga? Hold op
My hoodyman crew know I got shit so up!
One for all and all for one
Some for me and my crew, but nigga you gets none
So check out my steez, I get over like a bear
Hoppin' door and rush hour lookin' out for the coppa
Watch what you do and kid it's over when my glock pops
And my crew rocks, pack 'em in like a lunchbox
???'s mad shitty like a diper
You're just another victim of the rooftop sniper

[Chorus]
[x4]
Buck buck buck
The eyelid to let out!
Three-fifty-seven! Boom!
I put his head out

[Poet]
I wanna know, can you feel it?
The Tech-9 rip, because this be the season for catchin' a map clip
I'm showin' you who's nigga, when I smoke a hell off niggaz
Better recognize fool, when my finger's on the trigger
Go for the flow ho, just so you know
Punk niggaz like you can't fuck with my flow
The buckshot, one buckshot two
By the time we let off three, there'll be no one you
Because the buldge in my pants ain't just a big dick
Every 4th of July, you're bussin' shots with my click
And that crew consists of nigga Wrecker
But no, I'm the only bouncer, so love I, my brother
Big chop is on, I caught the storm
When I see a crazy cloud of meth comin' down like a hawk
And that can only mean Big Sam is in the hallway
With a fat blunt, gettin' fucked up all day
Slow decept you, flex you, now we bust
Fuck if we must, because the glocks we trust
Open up your eyes, now you see your triggerstyle
Glocks pop up, nigga what now? ChickaPOW!

[Chorus]

[x4]
Buck Buck Buck
The eyelid to let out
Three fifty seven! Boom!
I put his head out

[Poet]
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Shells drop from the glock, now I know you can't hang
With the roughneck, hooligan, oh no not you again
Killin' mad force, no remorse when I do 'em in
Chose to oppose, now you sleep with the fishes
Tech-9 dreams clock nineteen wishes
My ??? gets crazy fat like a ham
Niggaz try to play me out and I'll be damned if I don't ?blam?
Step back, perpertratin' with the job
When it's time to survive, cock back with the full five
On the streets reaper, you met the grim reaper
Layin' six feet down, 'cause it gets no deeper

[Chorus]

[x4]
Buck Buck Buck
The eyelid to let out
Three fifty seven! Boom!
I put his head out

[The beat goes on with some scratches and then fades out]