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Keep it Real Lyrics by Ultra

Big Time

1996

[Skit]
(Yo, yo it's my man Tim Dog, what's up Tim?)
[Tim] Yo yo whattup playa, whattup whattup
(Yo whassup Kool Keith
Yo I know y'all representin, keepin it real for the streets)
[Kool] Whassup, yeah you know it you know it
(Yeah, yo I know you're not gonna move out the projects right?)
[Tim] What? The fuck is wrong with your shorty man?
[Tim] Niggas tryin to get up out the fuckin projects
[Tim] What's your fuckin problem?
[Kool] Fuck you I got some fuckin kids to feed
[Kool] Get the fuck outta my face alright?
[Tim] Get the fuck outta here, kiss my ass motherfucker!

[Intro: Kool Keith]
Yo whassup? This is Kool Keith (yeah)
First of all I'd like to say, the industry is wack (wack)
That's right, I said it, the industry is wack (wack)
Everybody wack
I'm tired of this, let's do this
Yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
I'm hearin jokes, freestyled, they jam is wack
But representin my scrotum I show dem punks how to do this
Like Brutus I'm raw, sissies think they hardcore
Ass-out-hole-cold, kid freeze your rectum
Don't step to me with hip-hop, pop as Michael Jackson
Your crew is no threat, your style just a small fraction
So get up, lick the nuts, catch the hiccups
Your two-man crew, add one, makin doo-doo
You got your fans souped up, people drinkin urine
I'm mysterious plus your girl begs for anal sex
I got my tape butt-naked, pumpin Ricki Lake
Dogstyle champ, you pause at B, watch your crack shake
I got no time for toys and cheap steaks
I'm boys with Texas niggas, my crew down to pull triggers
Yo tell Ray to spin the record, take the sawed-off shotty
I call direct to jail, speak to John Gotti
Yo niggas out here is jockin hard on his balls
Yo my flow just drop like Niagara Falls

[Hook: Kool Keith]
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!

[Verse 2: Kool Keith]
I see MC's are frail, skinny, bony like Jodeci
With two-faced ducks who ministrate like they knowin' me
There's your tampon that sticks on the panty-liner
Suckers come step with Mary J. Blige eyeliner
I rub my thing on your neck, and gain more respect
Ten worms you drop, next time you get your ass checked
I check stools and throw doo-doo back on you fools
Nobody can rap, your album's wack, vinyl monkey-crap
Giraffe pee pee, you couldn't give away a CD
With female singers collaborating at NVD
For your [?] like starts, you taking dumb shots
Naked like kids with pampers, you all piss-pots
The whole industry is booty like a burnin' cooty
Like black syphilis, you're puss gettin' stuck with this
With your cheerleader chorus, your style is divorced
My style Jim Kelly, your crew is all Chuck Norris
With rhyme kissin' your face. Yo how my sperm taste?
Your girl drinks fast behind, she likes a water chase
I do damage, put spots on your people's rectums
Open tissues up with pliers, I do dissect them
Intestines, yes, rappers walk, bleed internal
I light your glans like the Towering Inferno
Laser ray your anus, stop your style up like signers
Leave you there like Charlie Brown suckin' Linus
In a colostomy bag, spending with a bloody rag
Hangin' out, representin', you were gay today
Child molester Louie, touching babies on their coochie
Watch it kids, the boys' out there sellin' pampers

[Hook: Kool Keith]
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!

[Verse 3: Kool Keith]
I caught you rappers in that fly parade, down West 4th St
Lookin' at me for cold cuts and a slice of meat
With two earrings, sweet cheeks, your crew is Daisy Dukes
I'll send your picture to your wife sportin' hooker boots
Suckers get blackmailed, with naked shots in Black Tail
I'll take the magazines all over, 'round the city
Then show your grandma, "Yeah, ain't they pretty?"
Yo that's Earl, dressed up like a female girl
I print out more copies, hand 'em out at the mall
That thing in your butt, your mouth full with hairy dog balls
Laryngitis, gingivitis face, ashy necks come correct
My dialect on your rectum spot

[Hook: Kool Keith]
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
Keep it real - represent what? My nut!
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About “Keep it Real” by Ultra

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"Keep it Real" appears on "Big Time" in 1996.

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