Yeah... a message to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright"). The National, Basketball, Association. We begin ("well that's alright"). Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga.
[Kool Keith]. I murder raps perhaps you come and get on. Serious to spit on, flow on, double tracks and go on. Switch up the beat, practice tactics girls who bore me.
[Kool Keith]. The date - summer, August 25th. You was transferred from Riker's Island to Attica State Prison. Gina, Thompson. I told you you shouldn'ta went out there with those other girls.