Still The Best Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Yeah 

American and European national champion 

cool Keith you know who I am 

The master man Willie Biggs big status 

Droppin nine six and seven big status 

Skill.. lotto winners 

I taught New York City the five boroughs how to rap 

You can take that back and pull them thongs our your rectum crack 

I'm +Poppa Large+ big daddy big penis in a Caddy 

Retro petrol I run that whole metro politan area, 

burnin ya, the style is scarin ya 

You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow 

I'm Texas Swift, down South, they call me Frankie Joe 

Keep pushin rigs, Mack trucks, drop off your girl's wigs 

I'm strictly business, no gimmicks, a rhymin expert 

No common style, or wack logo, cheap hip-hop shirt 

You best to be prepared, paperclips, on your mouth 

I rock Virginia, tag Atlanta, 95 South 

Then hit Miami, let the girls feel my stiff jammy 

I'm national kid, girls like the way I dress 

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[Chorus: x2] 

I'm still the best, I'm still the best, East to West 

Joe Kingpin, big stack, money Willie Biggs 

Superfly get back, your whole group is Freddie's Dead 

Rap style pee stain, like yellow spots on your bed 

I'm Jay Gloom, on the strets, still walkin doo doo 

You can't stop me, step off, now let your girl jock me 

I ride a bus and tail just like a Kawasaki 

motorcycles with big gloves, I'm here to damage ya 

Political style flop, your child play is amateur 

Yo take that word, I rip your anus, youse a herb 

I get in rectum, zoom focus on your whole room 

Wear green capes and walk in clubs like I'm Dr. Dooom 

Handblock double switch monkey style, flying horsemen 

Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men 

I be the Silver Surfer, glidin with a fly leather 

Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weather 

We do this like Brutus, I make you say, "Who dis?" 

The man on the mic's right, cover your styles tonight 

I do my duty destruct, take skin off your booty 

Masquerade man is ill, Keith spinnin reel to reel 

Who play the number tonight? I put six on a five 

Shoulda combinated, go ahead baby 

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[Chorus: x2] 

Big Willie, Big Willie 

Big Willie-heyyyeah-heyyy 

Big Willie, Big Willie 

Big Willie heiyyyyyy 

You're not competition, no joke, I know your kinfolks 

That sloppy Gotti style just a bowl of Wheat Oats 

No matter how mean or point blank hard you look 

I cover my eye, retarded bugged like I'm Captain Hook 

Like Vincent Price, I'm nice, I bake and coke you twice 

Your crew is rat turd, your parakeet flow is bird 

At my night show lick my pubic hair, tell me word 

I'm basic nasty, with tight moves, smart like Lassie 

Classical winner bass, pumpin while your sound is thinner 

I kick back, with drawers off, invite your girl to dinner 

Get sexy raw, the champagne pours even more 

No forcefield, I rhyme erotic, feel myself on tour 

I'm so delicate, countin cash, too intelligent 

Yeah, I bought the dream book 

Gon' play what I got to play tomorrow 

Do this right, yeah 

[Chorus: x2] 

Best, East to West 

Best, East to West, Big Willliehaeyyy 

Best, East to West 

Best, East to West, hooo hoo ho hoooo 

Best, East to West 

Best, East to West, hey hey, hey hey, hey hey