Still The Best Lyrics

Still The Best lyrics

[Kool Keith]
Yeah
American and European national champion
Kool Keith
you know who I am
The master man Willie Biggs big status
Droppin nine six
and seven big status
Skill.. lotto winners

I taught New York City the
five boroughs how to rap
You can take that back and pull them thongs our
your rectum crack
I'm +Poppa Large+ big daddy big penis in a Caddy
Retro
petrol I run that whole metro politan area,
burnin ya, the style is scarin
ya
You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow
I'm Texas Swift,
down South, they call me Frankie Joe
Keep pushin rigs, Mack trucks, drop off
your girl's wigs
I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert
No
common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt
You best to be prepared,
paperclips, on your mouth
I rock Virginia, tag Atlanta, 95 South
Then hit
Miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy
I'm national kid, girls like the way
I dress

Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 2X)

I'm still the best, I'm
still the best, East to West
Joe Kingpin, big stack, money Willie
Biggs

[Kool Keith]
Superfly get back, your whole group is +Freddie's
Dead+
Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bed
I'm Jay Gloom,
on the strets, still walkin doo doo
You can't stop me, step off, now let
your girl jock me
I ride a bus and tail just like a Kawasaki
motorcycles
with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya
Political style flop, your child play
is amateur
Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb
I get in
rectum, zoom focus on your whole room
Wear green capes and walk in clubs
like I'm Dr. Dooom
Handblock double switch monkey style, flying
horsemen
Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men
I be the
Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather
Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in
the rainy weather
We do this like Brutus, I make you say, "Who dis?"
The
man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight
I do my duty destruct,
take skin off your booty
Masquerade man is ill, Keith spinnin reel to
reel
Who play the number tonight? I put six on a five
Shoulda combinated,
go ahead baby

Chorus 2X

Big Willie, Big Willie
Big
Willie-heyyyeah-heyyy
Big Willie, Big Willie
Big Willie
heiyyyyyy

[Kool Keith]
You're not competition, no joke, I know your
kinfolks
That sloppy Gotti style just a bowl of Wheat Oats
No matter how
mean or point blank hard you look
I cover my eye, retarded bugged like I'm
Captain Hook
Like Vincent Price, I'm nice, I bake and coke you twice
Your
crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is bird
At my night show lick my pubic
hair, tell me word
I'm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like
Lassie
Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner
I kick
back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner
Get sexy raw, the
champagne pours even more
No forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on
tour
I'm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligent
Yeah, I bought the
dream book
Gon' play what I got to play tomorrow
Do this right,
yeah

Chorus 2X

Best, East to West
Best, East to West, Big
Willliehaeyyy
Best, East to West
Best, East to West, hooo hoo ho
hoooo
Best, East to West
Best, East to West, heyyyy heyy, heyyy heyy,
heyyy heyyaheahhh