[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 suck my ass, balls, and cock too
Backseat rappin' ass 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 analyze 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' ass 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 shit than your clique be on
Your clique is beyond horseshit
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 fuckin' 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
Kill, kill, kill raps, Ill raps
Nah, nah
What the fuck 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 fuck 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 classy
Positivity's cute, but negativity's sassy, you know
Picture my mulatto ass rolling, Degrassi