my swag in the booth,
I lean to the left
I inject perfection
and suck the nectar
right out the track board
And give you what you ask for
and what you lack, dawg
Kel ter skill rapper,
dude cold with the flow,
lower the windchill factor
Put it down on Mr. Mag nificent's album
Mic screamin' back at me like,
yo, spit that sock
I'm international, but I'm B .K. Bond
Flex and drop a bomb, Jeff,
give me that napalm
I take a hot track
and turn it into a great song
Glide on it like I got Bavin H. Skates on
It won't even take long
Chef Homeboy I .D.
I get my frickin' C in my bank on
Kell spitting vicious, forget about it
You stuff from my food for thought,
sleep with the dishes
Your boy on a mission, my position
Be the definition of a real MC
On what the game's missing
Take a listen, learn the definition
of a real MC
Microphone checker, Kell the hot boy
I bring the BK pepper
Cause the spice of life is variety,
I got a plethora
Stomp competition like a cute dog stepper
Spit for everybody,
Raheems to Beckers Bricks to the suburbs,
take a peek at my words
Jeff and Kellin' is killin' em out there
I study y what are y
'all doin' out there?
Y perpetratin' an d piggybackin'
and copycattin'
Bitch I be copycattin', sloppy rappin'
An d y 'all be latchin' on the fads,
nothin' substantial
Y 'all mini me spittin', I'm the gargantua
I got the flavor, neighbor,
taste my addiction
From Spence,
as intense as my MySpace addiction
You snooze won't pay dues,
but I'm paying mine
New York state of mind,
universal way to rhyme
Your boy on a mission, my position,
be the definition
I'm what the game's missing,
take a listen, learn the definition
I got the goods,
bake em up in the kitchen,
the truest definition
I'm a real MC,
I'm what the games missin'
Take a listen, learn the definition
As an MC I promise you
That I ain't gon' never
do the stuff they do
Fist to my heart, pinky swear it's true
It's a boosh, blowin' on, blowin' on
A mic, microphone checker
Never one -dimensional,
baby, I got a collector
Scissor in my ear,
I can stare here to there
Ubiquity, Roy Ayers to return
to the Mecca
Capitalizing on my time and my talent
My faith and my street smarts
help me keep the balance
But I ain't a Libra
so I'm speaking for the scales tipping
And I won't miss a day dawg
you call me Kel Ripken
It's slim pickings
Jim, I've been through thick and thin
I'm tired of getting overlooked
and y 'all pickin'
As an MC I promise you
That I ain't gonna never spit
the doo doo that they do
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