Lyrics

[Intro] Kool AD, professional rapper Allahu akhbar Alhamdulillah Allahu akhbar Kool AD Dude Best rapper [Verse 1] Ay yo, Kool AD bitch, look I'm Al-Qaida (Who?) West side Oakland, shout out to the Raiders Fuck Kevin Sorbo, that nigga is a hater (True) Fuck Justin Beiber, I ain't fuckin' with him either Fuck Daryl Wilson, he can see the heater Kool AD, best rapper, straight ether See me on the corner, peace to Chris Dorner (true) Bang bang bang call the coroner Kool AD cold as ice like Foreigner Ordering hors d'oeuvres at lupid Oysters, champaigne, oranges Pussy foreign plus the whip, it be foreign too Gaze into my raps I'm imploring you Holler if you hear me West side story, you feel me? Suck me, fuck me Fuck me? Fuck you! Hut one, hut two, hike! Blitz! Rush you, you ain't got nothin' on the kid, yo Every single day my whole time zone switch Haters suck dicks and shit pine cone dicks Yo my mind so rich, that my physical form Can't help but collect hella chips Get the money, get the grip like Tinashe Shout out Allende But fuck Tinashe, sippin' Pinot gray That's [?] plus grigio, you see me though? [Vocal Sample: Malcolm X] "We're a loving people, we love everybody who loves us. But we don't love anybody who doesn't love us. We are non-violent with people who are non-violent with us. But we are not non-violent with anyone who is violent with us." [Verse 2] Ayo Kool A.D. bitch I don't stop rappin Shout to John Caplan Yo no soy marinero, soy captain Pero no se but ho, shoutout to the Navajo Bitch ancho chain yo, tigre [?] Tiene que ensenarte, insane yo Ti no entiendes, di me Kool A.D. no entiendo Snappin like a number two pencil Listen to the words I put together with my mental Doin this forever for my kin folk Karl like Marx nah Winslow Fuck all the cops all the narcs, slow stick em With a knife in the pipe where the wind go When kid go, the kid quick Ya'll slow, I'm shuttin shit down at the mall, no I'm joking Shout to occupy for shutting down port of Oakland A couple of times Someone need to hit Johannes with a 18 That's a couple nines Fuck the cops, thought I told you that a couple times Figure I would throw that in, while I... shuck and jive I fell off? Yea fuckin right Kool A.D. all day, all fuckin night If you don't like it fuck your life Yo I came from Hunter's Point where you should tuck your ice, and then I Moved to Alameda for the Tucker's ice cream And the Ole's Waffles I'm a TV show, like um Tony Soprano See me at the Fruitvale truck with a taco Peace to Oscar, plus fuck the opera Fuck the cops, fuck the operas If you got bread cop the chopper Study the game, like a doctor Meditate on peace off the loud Packed deep like Chopra In-flight inceptions like see-back operas Over collar cause I freed that Chakra [Vocal Sample: Malcolm X] "Once those intentions are made known, we can get to the nitty gritty of the problem. We can get to the core of the problem, we can get to the root of the problem. And then, we can correct the problem."