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Kool Keith

Genres: Hip-Hop

Get Off My Elevator Lyrics - Kool Keith

Get off my elevator! 

(Security will escort you out the building) 

Get off my elevator! 

(That woman is very nosey) 

 

I choose my subjects, personal man, that's what I want to write 

Critics critique, I compel that lots of rappers weak 

'97 I blacked out, he's paying all my rent 

Larger than hip-hop, you watch me like the president 

No feedback on R&B scams motivate me 

With stretch marks around your gut plus I know you hate me 

Guard your feet, lose cellulite, I'm a come complete 

Work off your stomach pounds with super sonic stomach sounds 

That's word to hoss, animal heads, stupid fly gorilla 

I get pros vexed, on ghetto clicks I get iller 

Guard your rab mics, my style shine like zebra stripes 

Right in your forehead, my word becomes a real missile 

I be hanging in back doors like Rose's toilet tissue 

Hydrolic engines blow flies out your left window 

Your rap is catnip with slob dropping on the pillow 

Shut your face, shut your mouth like pigeons floying south 

I'm rolling rampart, the bottom kids where you start 

Get off my two sacks, light your pipes, load your cracks 

 

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Get off my elevator! 

(Security will escort you out the building) 

Get off my elevator! 

(That woman is nosey, trying to find out business) 

Get off my elevator! 

(Security will escort you out my building) 

Get off my elevator! 

(That woman is nosey, trying to find out more business) 

 

You're rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps 

Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture 

I burn your sideburns off on tracks like John Shaft 

You be counting your pubic hairs trying to do the math 

Like mascot, you front your ashy face and black beat 

Studio plastic melts panties sweating street heat 

I'll be there like Vladimir packing in your ear 

Dr. Smith, Will Robinson make you say "Oh dear" 

I take your tour bus, treat you like infested puss 

Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans 

National thunderstorms, step up and find your power 

Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell sour 

Get my reels, Ampex, a-DAT system flex 

You got polio knees, lock fell on Soul Train 

The answer is Anorex, punks I'll flip your brain 

Like Don Cornelius, I hide behind the scenes 

Make you lick my hot dogs with ketchup on two beans 

I censorship real quick and feed your family cabbage 

Make you thought eat ham hocks, tuna out the garbage 

Blind your range with tones, your radio sounds strange 

Eat out your rear bag, snatch ribs out your wild coyote 

Tell Bob to pay me, the company boss still owe me 

But Capitol built walls, built fences 

I come for my check, don't lower your defenses 

 

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Get off my elevator! 

(Security will escort you out my building) 

Get off my elevator! 

(You are very nosey and un-high classed) 

Get off my elevator! 

(Security will definitely escort you away from my building) 

Get off my elevator! 

(You'll be shipped away in a cop car) 

 

Elevation, I want elevation beyond elevation yes! 

Elevation, elevation, past elevation 

Elevation, elevators elevating elevation 

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