Kool A.D. - Naughty by Nature lyrics

[INTRO] Heyo Kool A.D., Kool A.D, best rapper in the world Kool A.D., best rapper in the world Yo yo yo yo yo [VERSE 1] Hey yo, you, um, ever notice how I'm the best rapper and not you? Cuz watch, kick the kid a little knock and I got you All y'all can s** my a**, balls, and co*k too Backseat rappin' a** fools eat sausages yo Who da best? Pac, Nas and Big ain't no best I think that's what made no sense (that's right) I think I'm Mack Maine mackin' on dames In Dame Dash's art gallery, I rock for art salaries But really I'm only on the clock for heart's actually My darts recharge batteries, a large and smart family My Socrates philosophies be starrin' in Marvin biographies Your optometry couldn't see how my phonics be Shout to Trackademicks Phrenology could not an*lyze my biology I scandalize sonically I vandalize prophecies that cannibalize sophistries of yesteryear And make all of those fallacies extra-clear And if you don't agree it, sit it out and give it an extra year Come back to it, see how I hold up My dumb rap is stupid but see how I fold bucks It's gun-clap music but I use it to get some gold ducats Some laugh, true, but I prove it in the cold hustle My Cuban art is provin' the human heart is a cold, cold muscle My flow free, like a corpuscle, look it up (look it up) When your street feet fail then book it up Street meat stale then cook it up Whether snow, sleet, hail or whatever the weather You better know me, player I'm the mayor, make it reign, blood Like Slayer Insane game blood, Like blayards Ain't nobody play it like me, cuz See cuz, my weed cuz? That's wholesale Y'all tree retail Me I blow jars 'til I see trails More bars than like 3 jails Including but not limited to cars and females Show me anybody who can go three quarters as hard As my only sorta hard bars, I'll probably go "nah" You couldn't afford balls as large I'm too Bay yo, like Charles in Charge (get it?) That's Scott You made a little rap track and sat back and thought that's hot? Well, that's not You must have been off the crack rock I'm hot like the block that cops often call the crack spot You like the opposite of hard, like "that's soft" Dewey Cox lookin' a** dudes on catwalks Meanwhile the god chillin' like Bob Dylan Freedom is an odd feeling, but I'm not trippin' Wheelin' and mobbin', weavin' and bobbin', stealin' and robbin' Obviously, you can see that I'm a problem and that's beyond solvin' So keep on walking, like Dionne War-wick I pee on a peon, 'til he want forfeit I'll V on more sh** than your clique be on Your clique is beyond horsesh** I'm free, y'all force it If I had the time, might teach y'all courses Told you I'm a lime to a lemon, you're a peach like more than twice Your style ain't even sorta nice I don't condone or endorse it Y'all ain't bout nothing like Jerry and George, quit You know like the show, Sein-flield? Michael Richards make my f**in' eyes bleed Thanks to Mike Finito for making this beat I asked you send heat, and you sent like 14, like 2 years ago And all of them still slap Every time I hear 'em I just wanna write real raps You know, like tell 'em how you feel raps k**, k**, k** raps, Ill raps Nah, nah What the f** he too trill raps Your boy try to take a sip off the swill and he spill raps Type to get jacked like Jill on a hill raps Hillman graduate caps on the sill raps Kick out the Jazz like Uncle Phil raps Hungry like he never ate a meal raps Sweatin' like he never popped a pill raps Stop and chill raps, guys you got to feel that If you don't, then f** you Fly like the paper I'm stuck to I'm making it, believe it and trust, dude My quantity is proof, my quality is cla**y Positivity's cute, but negativity's sa**y, you know Picture my mulatto a** rolling, Degra**i