(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; by leeroy thornhill)
(intro) Yeah, to all my fans, for people who know What I've been through to make my own, yeah...
Now time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they human, right? You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a Don't look at me funny when I around And y'all trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate me, but can't, so they hate me While white boys rub the heads of black with a japanese assistant What does a kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em bet There's a million of creative tryin' to be me I'm starting to like jimi hendrix When they cover the who started rock Magazines put blankets over my don't want to see me on channel 7 news Tellin the truth of the group Which they always have spies in with eyes Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack And dats, messin' up my whole Can you imagine doing something that would need more to With an alternative hippy kid from the label watchin your back Talkin about carey's honky Makin' an average group buck dance a barrel full of monkeys I break out to do the shopping, boy You're makin' a quick call About my is too new and different I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little ill Hey keith we you to be ill!
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!
Of course I'm hard to work with, cos hard to work with I don't wanna be the insane clown and collaborate I'm tryin' to innovate and think at a fast rate Why you cos I'm original? You can't do the When I sit back and you act big Spend your on your video I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating bran cereal While you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's How long's it gonna 900 thousand and clear, talkin' a clerk I need a binge this year Took care of my Take the taxi out to vegas While the average group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your phone from broke labels Who try to put out underground Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass with one g How you try to insult me? I got 40 grand for 3 to write a song with prodigy Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to me welcome to the business Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical I ain't playin' all african stuff, all look the same
I don't a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd Enjoyin' apple and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne No, I'm takin the regular picture by the saint bonaventure I do wear a cold blue winter And eat at resturants... yeah!
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!
Why you think I should a motorcycle helmet? Why you wear it? Put on some like a parrot Let's discuss this Why are you hypin' up a female group with fat cellulite that sound wack Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like armstrongs Wearin' a and born on stage like tracy chapman I canceled a big tour 'cos I was You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all Why y'all walkin, look like your manager got your name All your versatile card And plus, this video treatment The fishlens The lens to the only costs 100 bucks at the director trying to tell me what to do I've done before 14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large a cage over my head, that's dead Don't get imagination too messed up I'm wearing a yankee hat and a I'm not up How you gonna me what to wear? I don't need mascara and a Save that for a big rock group like Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed Too people with hands in my projects Havin' fantasies of me superman, you actin' stupid man I'm prince You might see me once every 5 years at the company While most of you at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid Under the table doing routine dances for Oooh... been involved...
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!