Kats

Lyrics

[Intro: Abstract Rude in a old-timey jazz voice] (Yeah, yeah...) Well, I know there's been a lot of talk about these cat outs here Wildin' and stylin', doing what they do (Cool...) But I'm lay these cats on you And they some of the most coolest cats ya'll see, y'all see, ha! These cats hopping... [Verse 1: Aceyalone] Top cat, rocking like a top hat Like Felix, with the bag of tricks, we got that How you feel, Garfield? Chasing the kitty, she's so pretty Young feline, she gotta be mine I'm like Katmandu, she like "cat-man, don't" You like Pepé Le Pew You wanna hit it, but you won't She likes my eye of the tiger claw to hug and squeeze her But can't stand my CAT Scan eyes that sees her [Verse 2: Abstract Rude] Raise that thermometer, apex We're gonna go way back Thelonious, abstract harmonious cats Its jazz, alley cats, the riff raff Heathcliff, word on the street is you're big bad Same commentary, Tom & Jerry, cats away the mice will play Grab a little then be on their merry way – scram! [Verse 3: Myka 9] Skat cats, fiddles the little box of vittles To blind eyes of kittens with 9 lives Remember that's cat's dander lion Dandy fluff coat, cool cat catastrophe It's either me or that cat has to leave I'm allergic to cats, I can't breathe They make me sneeze Some people eat cats Some cats carry disease, TBs and rabies Take 'em to the vet, so they don't make no more babies [Verse 4: Aceyalone] I'm just a kool kat, bringing the cool back It's out the back, drug from up under the rug I'm that cat on the prowl, cat burglar style Cat daddy with all the catnips getting aroused She would hiss when we kissed, she used to scratch my lips Now she purr when I rub her fur, she can't resist I'm just lying in the den like a king of the jungle Cat woman on my lap will go wherever the fun go [Verse 5: Abstract Rude] Where they operate on you and X-ray your body Well let's state the obvious, go see the doctor CAT – Scan, detects the cancer Think back, the Panthers, Oakland, Los Angeles Bat – man, vs. The Joker, Penguin, The Riddler, villains in Gotham Smack – Pow! Here's a rap style No fear, don't back down, batter-ram the crack house [Verse 6: Myka 9] Fat cats and riddles like the sphinx, middle Of the street, cat just slow down a little Points – black cats Superstitious facts, reflecting from the fear in their eyes And my headlights when I drive Black cats at night People for Ethical Treatment of Animals sent me a summons It was reported there were clumps of cat hair on the front of my Hummer Cat's are finicky, Stray Cats was gimmicky [Verse 7: Aceyalone] What a saditty kitty, ain't it the truth? On a hot tin roof, 110 proof Walking the catwalk, look at the hawks hog ya All the cat-calls got you turned into a sabertooth Wanna take a nice stroll through my temple? Kinda hoping you can be the one to keep the rats away My pet peeve is a alley cat with fleas So exit stage left, he went that-a-way [Verse 8: Abstract Rude] It's raining cats and dogs We maintaining bar codes in the catalog It's another cattle call and they collecting 'em all Stripping 'em of who they are – artist and repertoire The route of Haiku D'Etat No matter, no superstar One of a kind records, part of a trifecta Tigers and leopards [Verse 9: Myka 9] Scram! Skadoodle, I'll scoot you with my broom in neutral The veterinarian euthanizes, you lost 1 life You had 9, now you got ate by a growling Great Dane 7 sent to heaven, when they locked you in the garage With the engine still revvin' all night 6 – with the next cats Checks you with a very bad scratch, bite Which happened to inflict such a thick wound, ouch, that you die Because you bled to death High 5 – wire you were on a very thin line Then your hair stands up, you can't move You're stuck in a state of shock From 50,000 volts Poor guy, 4 paws, landed on your feet But from a 4th story floor fall 3 lives left, protect each breath Survive on stealth, cunning, and yet your mortality meets you As a laboratory tech putting needles in your neck You got 2 souls left, you're a pet, all you do is rest Eat the best food, chase birds to the nests Cool owners – good flea collars But you get bored and curious so you decide to fly And as you ride in the sky Coughing up hairballs in an animal transport container You hear "psst, psst, psst... hey, big boy, meet me later When the plane lands I can tell from your smell that you're from the mainland" You meow back, "What's the game plan?" She goes "rawrnr, rawrnr" You both get inspected by the Customs agent Make a daring escape through an unseen exit Decide to stop and get frisky In the back of a cafe where pussy is the delicacy So you get fried – now you only have 1 life I hope you get old and gray before you die