Above Sea Level - Kool Keith

Yeah, Tashan, Dorrsett

Come correct

We got Junkadelic in the house

New York City

Paris, France

I’m writin two millimeters above level

Three centimeters above devil, you know the spot

Meet your face, I deal with the freckle, the right check-o

Any time on the table promoters head to the back

before they show, I gotta settle

Party down, park the Bacardi down

Stack Atari sound, I’m revved up at 100 point 1

I’m sorry Charlie the crowd, geeked up on bottles of barley

Don’t let them get off the Harley

Above sea level, the first treble production remastered

I’m more than you perpetual, I hope y’all on schedule

The second chance’n;

you better believe

the lyrics spin like the legs of a breakdancer

First turn like a potential, meteorite burn

You know how we do, with heavy EQ

Mechanical nigga workin hard like R2-D2

Star Wars, III Episode

Move at red code with vitamins for a stuffed up nose

and a head cold

You see 'em swallowin on the bars of a head load

They can’t handle my opposite jam selection

No Michael «Jam» perfection

I release atomic fibers at the end of every note

like the urine stains hittin off your white coat

I deal easy with this

You witness the climax raw on the twister

More higher my gold records hang on my walls like the Pointer Sisters

The biggest elaborate funk, action for your trunk action

It’s all the best, speakin the best, speakin from New York to Paris

Junkadelic, eatin at the restaurant

with Red Ron, we’re eatin salads