Letras de 14th Song on the Album

Yeah
Fourteenth song on the album
Yeah
Kool Keith

My flow is cut even like Steve Harvey′s toupee
Ask Tek and Sway
Christmas all year long
I would bet Santa I don't care if you
Perform your first hit in the Copacabana
I studied a weight class
Watch ′em bite behind the neck
You gotta stick and move
Don't let a gorilla get you against the ropes, with a banana
The same rappers hate my twists and turns
Awkward uptown Bronx style
Star vocals jab like Tommy Hearns
Extravagant lifestyle rap
Only the poor people love it
The refurbished talk is not my concern
Spray Polo cologne on you well
You don't wanna step in the lobby
Want a professional check in the hotel

The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album

Don′t let the trophies and awards fool you
With the wet-behind-your-ears organization
Who′s gonna school you?
I'm a true inner-city scout, with virgin talent that′s not ready
You're gonna lose to, waste a lot of distribution money
Another face on the magazine out of nowhere
Lookin′ retarded and funny
Two kids nineteen years old with long sideburns
Look like my grandfather's dad
Freshmen go ′head and brag
Drop them same lyrics
A tough guy, I kill everybody Glock drag
In a garbage bag, wipe your butt crack with a zigzag

The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track
The fourteenth track on the album

White tie affair, I'll ban your tux
You think you're doin′ somethin′, eatin' at the Grand Deluxe
Your verses to me is worth ten bucks
With a corny image that sucks
I pray heavy by the pond, I find those Donald Ducks
Who move in armored trucks
Uncircumcised cats with lame tracks
Got the nerve to press CDs and try to go to wax

The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album

What′s up J, you did a good job