Back From The Pad lyrics

f/ Kool Keith



Kool Keith...the original Adam West

New York

That`s right

Back from the pad

(the finest tuned rapping machine)

Back from the pad



James Brown I`m not

Trying to be Sly Stone on the microphone

Xerox you`re just a clone

Setup your tone, kids come take your phone

Two years in rap, your music is all wack

We could settle it fast

or I can blaze that ass

We could pump the pump...shotgun make you jump

Switch the beat, your whole steelo incomplete

Hard and soft, you come off like papercloth

Rough like stuff, like H&R puff and stuff

Comical raps, your voice tones sound like ....

Undercover you gay with black motorcycle jackets

Who want it? You frontin`

you suckas don`t want no ruckus

You like your peanutbutter in the kids chocolate

you better stop it, choose another topic

I`ll light the kid up, and tell his drunk man "sit up"

You catch the hiccups and runnin` through the Dodge pickups



[Chorus: repeat 3x]

Back from the pad

(the finest tuned rapping machine)



Skill for skill

Your tactics, you need more practice

Theatrical shows, costumes and fake actors

I went to housing projects with pee on the mattress

No time here

Don`t bring no corny kids rhyming here

"who dat dat dat" -- your confidence sound wack

Your mack is weak

Animated -- you shouldn`t speak.

Macy`s bag, you getting jerked

Feel my receipt

Tap the beat, your rhyme packed like a parakeet

You want that, you get that

your ex partner with that

Your crew is booty butt

Rookies all need to get back

Cars come, most of yall coming down

Cadillacs burn and most of yall start to turn around

For sweet tips, I step out with three clips

Ammo`s in glove, you`re soft like the soap Dove

You don`t need it

Paramedics get your head rubbed

Face on the missing list

Your picture on the coffee mug

You try to be different...aint none of yall acting bugged

You study my style like reels on the catalog

Image to a T, a thousand kids try to be me



[Chorus]



Show to show

Mic stand, don`t need no band

Catch you in progress

Bob like a secret fan

Girlfriend excited,

don`t get jealous tell your man

I move up, don`t wreck shit turn the groove up



[Chorus] - repeat



2001

Kool Keith

Eastern Conference