I Run Rap - Kool Keith, Dr Dooom

Yeah

Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom

Straight out of solitary

I got the block locked down

Transfer me to Corcoran to Pelican Bay

You don’t wanna step in my cell

I eat your ass for real

Even veterans go out with tight pants and lipstick

Most rappers flex up, they vexed up, they actin hard

Attendin Catholic school at mom’s house, they soft as lard

They roll in packs, carryin yo-yo's, and balls and jacks

That kid you peeped it, his boys wearin Victoria’s Secret

Mean mugs get crushed up, your bra’s showin, pickin dust up

You light your trees up, I’m just the man to skin yo' knees up

Walk behind you, tuck your stomach in, I redesign you

Urgent emergency, your girl is cryin, they can’t find you

I move with bowling ball bags, you try to ask for Zig-Zags

You got your panties on with wigs on, y’all playin tag

Walkin in tough kid, your girdle’s showin, watch your doo-rag

G-strings get touched, watch your skid marks like Starsky and Hutch

Y’all scope erections, while rappers run to different sections

I ride in limos pull your thongs in, from here to Wisconsin

Drivin' to Sav-On make, tough MC’s, put on Avon

Eject your wigs in Hunts Point, your pumps in truckers rigs

Chorus: repeat 4X

I’m the man of the hour

Watchin girls takin a shower

I run rap, tell MC’s to watch they back

Rappers with panty-liners, rent cars, with no recliners

I get ill, serve the best MC’s with Massengill

While crowds chill, take your haltertops, down to Big Bill

Write on your mic stand, your flower shorts, you’ve been hurt

Male with a dildo, your ass is low, call policemen

Three million rappers on labels, sportin skirts release men

I teach men, pull my pants down, piss on each men

Frustrate the rectums on the night flight, I cruise on Eastern

Look at your contracts, while Vaseline, smears your buttcrack

I counteract tracks, while you around smokin crack

Skinny kid two pounds, with bony legs, bustin two rounds

That man is slinky, jacks off, they rap is Hostess Twinkie

Underarm smell, keep the mics warm, y’all shirts is stinky

Panties look great on you with wedding rings around your pinkie

Now stop fiesta, then cut your weight down, you’d be like Vesta

Facin your whole crew, with condoms on like Uncle Fester

Lo-lo-lo-Lopez, your moms call me Frankie Sanchez

On deck with penis out, pine tar like Tony Perez

Big battin average, send your girlfriend out, tossin salad

I run rap, tell MC’s to watch they back

Rappers get Maxi-pads and O.B., their time of the month

No time for phone calls from tough guys, y’all puff them blunts

Caesarean stretch marks, cock-diesel MC’s end up pregnant

Nine months in Comstock, you rhyme, grabbin inmates jock

Sportin your white dress, with Timberlands, you try to impress

Petro with bulletproof vest, your man is havin incest

Lock up your cell then, your big group, they roll with Elvin

Drag queen on Front Street, program, all your SP-12 beats

Y’all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat

Y’all run y’all knowledge down, send your Rolex down to Big Pete

Lipstick is smeared on, your Pele shirt, get your fear on

Hard rappers with stockings and tunafish, smell like Starkist

I call him Miss, rappers tampons, I bought it for Christmas

I call you Anna make you sniff balls, back to Atlanta

Change all your grammar and have you call home, bleedin to Grandma

I run rap, tell MC’s to watch they back

That’s right

When you see in the mess hall

All new jacks, even if you’re old, give me that respect

YouknowhatI’msayin?

You might get neglected

That’s right, send me all the commisary

Battlin me ain’t necessary