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kool keith - poppa large lyrics
i keep in shape and do my physical fitness
your head’s numb, so your brains a miss this
pick ’em up, eat ’em up, pick ’em up, heat ’em up
pick ’em up picklehead, pick ’em up picky
i roll wit globs and i come real sticky
grippin’ the mic, i plug it up in your ears
crazed and brewer. i’m coming out like beers
like rheingold, miller, coors, and buds
i’m a eat ’em wit popcorn and treat ’em like suds you duds
coming out the wick wack, wicky, wickable wack
black jack, that’s a fact, writing exact behind your back
the funk rhyme’n master, blaster
kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm
rap storm, rap form
rap time, rap rhyme
rap cl-ss, i’m here to fail and to p-ss
to continue, furthermore on the hype tip
i roll and rock, rock and roll
jazz and pop, rhythm and blues
dance and fusion, brain confusion
look at the lights, what a night on the town
i’m poppa large, big shot on the east coast
now i’m back to funk, freak the funk
hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk
i get busy on ’em, communicate wit the world
man, woman, a baby boy and a girl
poppa large looking out the bombs drop
taking stroud while your face and arms drop
stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
learn to talk, learn to walk
and watch your step though, i’m hype and ripe though
kleptomaniac, a rhyme’n psycho
a ricky ricardo, a guy lombardo
sporting a ragtop, an el dorado
step into hollywood, i’m screening the boulevards
the rhymes is gain type, i’m ready to pull a card
jack’a ace, king’a queen
call me the deuce, i’m pouring out like juice
hitting the top, feeling the rim
getting a trim, i never rhyme like them
on and on, on and on, on and on
until the break of dawn
i go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime
daytime, switching off to primetime
pacific east, strolling back in the west time
ride the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme
hype and dope, hype the frame
the mic is smoking, yo i ain’t joking
rhyme to k!ll, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp
rhyme to ill, rhyme to rock
rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll
rhyme to destroy any decoy boy
on the microphone
i’m poppa large, big shot on the east coast
you’re dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck
as i flow and grow from head to toe
seeking a style like john mcenroe
dissing ’em all, serving them wit the mic stand
like prince and michael coming out wit a big band
the crowd is live, you can play as the manager
run wit the money, i pull the trigger and damage ya
boom, taking life more serious
i may sound lyrical and very mysterious
rhymes are grip tight, program to k!ll more
a son of sam, how could i be gilmore?
grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows
you’re in living h-ll, without time to battle
the funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
i’m coming out in sighting
like i’m blackula, a better man that dracula
spectacular and not irregular
in fact you are speaking impopular
rhymes are moved and you can’t be stop wit the
beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows
like a c0ke in a straw burning up in your nose
that’s a bad habit, stepping out on stage one
drop the mic, come and turn to page one
look at the master, my rank is higher
my lyrical burns, your brain’s on fire
i’m poppa large, big shot on the east coast
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