Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.!
Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.!

[Verse 1]
Undercover cracker at the party acting blacker than you, man
Blacker than you, man, (?) impossible!
The illusion is optical
And all the bitches wanna lick it like a popsicle!
Little bit of this, little bit of that
Little bit of rock and roll, a little liquor and a lot of blow
And that's the way you gotta roll and
Everybody fronting like they got a soul
He's got a pole, she's got a hole
Everybody fronting like they got a soul
Running from the citizens on patrol
A little bit of Ritalin, we're on a roll
Attention Defecit, ascension definite
Take me to the crucifix, hate me off some stupid shit
Kool A.D. is Jesus!
Throw more salt in the game than Cheezits!
Fart in your face, make you breathe it
Hella tricks in the bag like Felix
Hot like the chick in Total Recall with three tits
My mouth move me like I'm quadripuh-legic!

Kool A.D.! Kool A.D.!
[Verse 2]
Elvis Presley couldn't phase me with a laser gun
Call me Ritchie Valens with a mirror and a laser, son
Second Latin rapper to baffle the soul [???]
[???] from the plot and gaffer the whole, cast of characters
Fuck the narrative
I got allergies, so I'm popping Claritin
Super-duper rap human being battling capitalism and losing
The cycle is work and boozing
Cannibal Caliban, animal Taliban
Towel on my head, and I'm riding on a camel, man
Video word made flesh to the vultures
Swallowing to the culture of the dominant ideology
One hot summer and the well keeps drying
[?] designer (?) [?] Chanel keeps dying
I don't know what I'm doing but I'm trying, yes...