Iraqi Verse

[Kool Keith] Yeah... I'm finished workin on the project already The hype prolonged it, you couldn't handle the deadline Your team wasn't ready, you tried a pop direction That wasn't yo' section We looked over your chorus and yo' rap bars Analyzed your music, those happy-ass keys Made you softer than ever, rap some more you should never I decided to listen, I turned the music off Becaue the melodies were cotton candy, the music was soft I heard too much pantyliner stuff Too much model and whack-ass designer stuff, no masculine touch Adolescent, let the guy know his tracks is whack He won't be back Disrespect yo' production, producer credits Receive the B stain on the form Now face the two inch, reel gettin warm Drop the top of your head Drum machine gets smacked up beside your face With a six-pack of beer I urinate on you Pro Tools mix in your ear Yellow hats wearin construction gear Tear down the knobs, off the manly Set the focus right on fire You better call the cops and hide behind the Stanley Studio booked up, New York power play, Unique tried to ban me Type of guy to bring Texaco gas in the vocal booth Light a match, burn up your whole family You're just a big talker, you're not a man to me Pulled the wires out the back of the amp Defecate on your drum pads with a maxi Brown sheepskin, black execution mask Brass out your Yamaha speakers, shotgun I missed three Other speakers I got one, with great danes, chewin out your amps You won't be able to duck for long, seen niggas in summer camp With men-e-strual cramps Watch the black afro in the corner with the Huggies With the diaper rash around your pelvis Drivin a green Volkswagen buggy, you know Muggy 7 foot 7 orangutang baboon face From Baltimore, Maryland notorious comin up the turnpike To move your SSL board out to Richmond, Tony Pissman In the stationwagon, your engineer's scared to mix the record Down, next to my cousin Bucky Just eight other computers destroyed The B-room is still there, your clients are lucky