(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; by leeroy thornhill)
(intro) Yeah, to all my fans, for people who know What I've going through to make my own, yeah...
Now it's time to hurt 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 clown, I'm not a specimen Don't look at me funny I come around And y'all trying to figure me out for years Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so hate me While white boys rub the heads of black music with a assistant What does a kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em bet There's a million of rappers tryin' to be me I'm starting to feel jimi hendrix When they cover the story who rock put blankets over my interviews They don't want to see me on 7 news Tellin the truth of the group Which they always have secret spies in with Watchin me my album, sending producers with wack tracks And dats, messin' up my whole Can you imagine doing something would need more to function With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin back Talkin mariah carey's honky Makin' an average group buck dance a barrel full of monkeys While I out to do the shopping, boy You're makin' a quick call my sound is too new and different I to be a regular like dru hill, a little more 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 quick at a rate Why you mad? cos I'm You can't do the When I sit and watch you act big your budget on your video I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran you front, 'lo I'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo How it gonna take? 900 thousand and clear, with a clerk I don't a binge this year Took care of my the united taxi out to vegas While the average group is doing a promo concert your phone calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground Try to get me to rap on a track with one g How you try to insult me? I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with Other don't get, but you got the nerve to call me welcome to the business Stand as a witness, work on stomach, use physical fitness I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the
I don't need a joe puttin' his artwork on my cd Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me on the throne No, I'm takin the regular picture by the saint bonaventure Besides I do wear a cold winter And eat at resturants... yeah!
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!
Why you think I wear a motorcycle helmet? Why you wear it? Put on some wings a parrot Let's this contract Why are you up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, louis armstrongs Wearin' a and born on stage like tracy chapman I canceled a big 'cos I was prepared You're on the with your damn money and ya're all scared Why y'all walkin, hard like your manager got your name All over your card And plus, video treatment sucks The effect The to the camera only costs 100 bucks Look at the director to tell me what to do I've this before 14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a over my head, that's dead Don't get your too messed up I'm wearing a yankee hat and a I'm not up How you gonna tell me to wear? I don't need and a stylist Save that for a big group like pantera Experience, plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks Never got robbed, put my away and stuffed Too many people with in my projects fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man I'm prince You might see me every 5 years at the record company While most of you live at the label beggin for your and car notes to be paid Under the table doing dances for advances Oooh... been involved...
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!