14th Song On The Album

Yeah, the 14th song on the album
 Yeah... Kool Keith
 My flow is cut even like Steve Harvey's toupee
 Ask Tech & Sway
 Christmas all year long, I will ban Santa
 I don't care if you perform your first hit in the Copacabana
 I study the weight class, watch 'em bite behind the neck
 You gotta stick and move
 Don't let a gorilla get you against the ropes, with a banana
 The same rappers hate my twist and turns
 Awkward Uptown Bronx style, star vocals jab like Tommy Hearns
 Extravagant lifestyle rap, only the poor people love it
 Your refurbished talk is not my concern
 Spray Polo cologne on you well
 You don't wanna step in the lobby when a professional check in the hotel
 The 14th track on the album
 The 14th track on the album
 The 14th track on the album
 Don't let the trophies and awards fool you
 With the wet behind your ears organziation, who's gonna school you?
 I'm a true inner city scout
 With version talent that's not ready, you're gonna lose too
 Waste a lot of distribution money
 Another face on the magazine out of nowhere
 Lookin retarded and funny
 Two kids 19 years old with long sideburns
 Look like my grandfather's dad, fresh from go 'head and brag
 Drop them same lyrics, a tough guy, I kill everybody glock drag
 In a garbage bag, wipe your buttcrack with a zig-zag
 The 14th track on the album
 The 14th track
 The 14th track on the album
 White tie affair, I ban your tux
 You think you're doin somethin eatin at the Grand Deluxe?
 Yours to me is worth 10 bucks
 With a corny image that sucks
 I pray heavy by the pond, I find those Donald Ducks
 Who move in armored trucks
 Uncircumcised cats with lame tracks
 Got the nerve to press CD's and try to go to wax
 The 14th track on the album
 The 14th track on the album
 The 14th track on the album
 The 14th track on the album, whassup J you did a good job