(original by dr. dooom aka kool remixed by leeroy thornhill)
(intro) Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't What I've been going through to my own, yeah...
Now it's time to hurt feelings as I upset music industry fans Hey yo my man, at my hands, they look human, right? You think I'm a monster, ill circus clown, I'm not a Don't look at me funny I come around And y'all trying to figure me out for years Trying to me, but they can't, so they hate me While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese What a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame As I see 'em bet There's a million of creative rappers to be me I'm starting to feel like jimi When they the story who started rock Magazines put blankets my interviews They don't to see me on channel 7 news Tellin the truth of the group Which they always have secret in with eyes Watchin me my album, sending producers with wack tracks And dats, messin' up my whole Can you imagine doing something that would need more to an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back Talkin about mariah honky Makin' an group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys I break out to do the shopping, boy You're a quick phone call About my is too new and different I to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill Hey we want you to be ill!
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!
Of course I'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to with I don't wanna be the insane posse and collaborate I'm tryin' to innovate and think at a fast rate Why you mad? cos I'm You do the material When I sit back and you act big Spend your budget on your I'm in one of my 3 luxury eating raisin bran cereal While you front, 'lo I'll take my white down to world's fargo How long's it gonna 900 thousand and clear, talkin' a clerk I need a binge this year Took of my paperwork Take the united taxi out to the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert Ignoring your calls from broke labels Who try to put out underground Try to get me to rap on a track with one g How dare you try to me? I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song prodigy Other don't get, but you got the nerve to call me welcome to the business Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use fitness I playin' all this african stuff, all look the same
I don't need a joe neckbone his artwork on my cd Enjoyin' jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne No, I'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint Besides I do wear a cold winter And eat at resturants... yeah!
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!
Why you think I should wear a motorcycle Why you wear it? Put on some wings a parrot Let's discuss contract Why are you hypin' up a normal female group fat cellulite that sound wack Most of goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage tracy chapman I canceled a big tour I was prepared You're on the roll with your damn money and all scared Why y'all walkin, look like your manager got your name All over your card And plus, this treatment sucks The fishlens The lens to the camera only 100 bucks Look at the director to tell me what to do done this before 14 degrees freezing cold poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead get your imagination too messed up I'm wearing a hat and a starter I'm not up How you gonna tell me what to I don't need mascara and a Save that for a big rock like pantera Experience, plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks Never got robbed, put my away and stuffed Too many people with hands in my Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' man I'm prince You might see me every 5 years at the record company While of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid Under the table doing dances for advances Oooh... been involved...
Yeah, me alone! Hey keith, we you to be ill!