ultramagnetic mcs – i’m fuckin’ flippin’ lyrics
[kool keith impersonating a nerdy person plus a racist record label exec]
how’s the kool keith solo project coming along?
it’s doing great, yeah bob
we promoted a lot of n-gg-rs this year
we promoted ’em down the -ss
we paid a lot of stuff out
we lost, we took cutbacks
and another n-gg-r is just coming in the industry
it’s more n-gg-rs to come
[kool keith as himself]
i walked inside, the baldheaded man, the man is psycho
this a&r man, he was a white kid named michael
i shot him eight times, blank up in the f-ckin face
i murder staff, the company i burn this place
no time for management, what, who wanna stop the sicko?
mad i’m crazy, yo cops better suck my d-cko
you know i pack mac-10’s, yo f-ck the f.b.i.
i’m bringin two vans, grenades and another guy
i’m cold shootin, i’m bustin in your ambulance
pop pop pop pop, you shake and do a rain dance
who got the murder case, who got the murder face
i walk in companies boom and blow my triggers off
uncle toms, savage whites and the n-gg-z off
you talkin blank blank blank and all that street sh-t
distinctive breaks, freestyle, i’m on some other sh-t
i’m throwin big bombs, grenades at the firetruck
[x4]
yeah, i’m f-ckin flippin
[kool keith]
i’m buckin everywhere, people are dyin, you call emergency
i got my mask and motherf-ckers don’t know it’s me
i’m shootin gl-ss out, people bring your -ss out
i see executives runnin, they comin fast out
please, please, i’ll f-ckin shoot him in his knees
and burn up the elevator, now try to f-ck with these
pow pow pow, i’m shootin like a wild cow
chocolate cow, the dog is goin bow wow
the cats are runnin everywhere, people panic
you white and black uncle tom, watch me motherf-cker
i ain’t no sucker, i’m still f-ckin shootin
i got hostages up here, f-ck you, call the cops
yeah i know
i keep movin, buckin my sh-t, the staff dyin
you can’t stop me you f-ckin devil and a lion
[x5]
yeah, i’m f-ckin flippin
[kool keith]
yeah… (send more cars!) …
i’m on your floor, call up the cops, i shoot the phone
zip code f-ck you in the morning bullet zone
i walk in radio city, i spray the grammy’s
i’d rather go out, p-ss some groupies in some panties
you know i’m not goin h-m-, on that singer sh-t
i’m on that gunsmoke sh-t, i’m on that swinger sh-t
and f-ck you groups out there, and all that happy sh-t
i rap like a pimp, that’s right i’m on some daddy sh-t
you b-tches got deals, and started out suckin d-ck
i’m kickin windows, the motherf-ckin psycho clique
i blow your face off you punk, and my d-ck get hard
f-ck with my program, i’m mad and my stick get hard
you want some sh-t, yo moe, go get the streetsweeper
artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper
[x8]
yeah, i’m f-ckin flippin
[outro]
keith, keith please come out, come out
this is detective goodman from the new york city police department
we need you to come out now with your hands up and your weapons down
please release the hostages, the people have done you no wrong
let them goooooooooo!
[kool keith] no!
[kool keith impersonating a tv reporter]
live, channel 2 news, jim jensen
a man down here with a bald head
furiously shooting, eating bananas
looking out the windows, sucking lollipops
spitting on people and telling them, to go away
and as he fiercely shoots, live
we bring you this special 2 news report
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