Smut Peddlers - Back From The Pad lyrics

(featuring 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 a** 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 s**as don't want no ruckus You like your peanutbu*ter 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) Sk** for sk** 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 bu*t 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 sh** turn the groove up [Chorus] - repeat 2001 Kool Keith Eastern Conference