Dope Addict - Psycho Les, Kool Keith

Yeah

Psycho Les

Yeah

With the ultimate, come on

I’m the powerhouse, everywhere fans follow me

I’m on the balcony scoping out, you probably hear

I’m bout to surprise visit you and snatch your queen out

Ransack he place and leave you with a clean house

In the middle of gridlock shut the ziploc

If it don’t sound like this, don’t call that shit Hip-Hop

Trap rappers, ya’ll the rap dancers

Blast at your toes and turn ass to a tap dancer

Have you running up the street like a track team

If I catch you I’m a shoot you with the vaccine

Psycho Les, a motherfucking ‘ristocrat

Talk bad and they’ll fucking piss you smack

Who’s the boss, who’s the head honcho

Machete his head off meet me with a red poncho

With a note attached so you know who did it

Psycho and the ultra man so you don’t forget it

Bam, I’m a dope addict

And when it comes to spitting these rhymes yeah I’m dope at it

Just a smoke tryna glow, volcanic

Yeah burning the machine is just an old habit

Don’t panic, you don’t want no static

Don’t make me pop the trunk and go rappa rappa

Don’t panic, you can go home slamming

Cause this right here is so classic Kool Keith

Come out with the Bentley

New vocals like copped a lot o bottles

With less ju ju I’m a sip my shit

Nice diamonds on my Dulu

The next always faking percent like crew lous

American rapper we collect Euros

Ten grab it first come in later for it

That’s all historic

I usually hear somebody bought it

Women with their legs up I won’t force it

Words on the Gucci hanger, they can’t afford it

Look up, take a picture like a tourist

Who' s her man?

Why she gotta work the corner?

Milk her like baby buttermilk

Watch the substance turn underwear milk

Hip-Hop in a wheelchair, the art need help

Why listen if you can’t afford top shelf

Style report you might wanna go and tell

Don’t panic

I’m a dope addict

And when it comes to spitting these rhymes yeah I’m dope at it

Just a smoke tryna go volcanic

Yeah burning the machine is just an old habit

Don’t panic, you don’t want no static

Don’t make me pop the trunk and go rabba rabba

Don’t panic, you can go home slamming

Cause this right here is so classic