Return To Zero

Lyrics

[Intro] Be the man on the street, he's around the corner, yeah! Yeah, you don't have to play this on a Tuesday night But check this out, this is Sunday morning in church! With the brother, the Godfather Open up the testaments, and let us read this This ain't no flint stone and no bedrock type stuff, check it out [Hook] Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero [Verse 1: Kool Keith] Well I keep my style and tone, on my jivin' microphone Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what I give them Don't flex funky yo, kick it honey step back Watch when I come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that Rappers know I'm X, slow down, watch me get stupid open Dance for the ladies, I strip in Chippendale's Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer With a brain that spins like Kid Capri, 33 Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo-doo lyrics Make a brother say, "Keith is out? Damn, I wanna hear it" Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go Tell his uncle brother aunt and Cousin Belle (Ding-Dong!) As I rock so well, spanki'n tail, check the beats My style is so early, you couldn't catch it on Bobbito As I flaunt and I stretch just like a rubber band—poppin'! Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike I'm long and strong and just like the Lincoln Tunnel 'Father, big up, check it out Back back, I switch switch, I check check, I know that Bored as I kick up, you proud of me you know it's me I got more muscle to flex to show than Jodeci Take off them panties, I turn Boyz II Men [Hook] Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero [Verse 2: Godfather Don] I'm wicked to the max, tax, corner blood from your sister My wish 'em well 'cause I give 'em hell Don't sell, so guess I miss 'em Don't lead the charge, populating what I can create I use 'em, my use 'em breaks, so you can take your beat and shove it 'Cause I love it when emcee ass predators try to get a metaphor To make no-hits, show you it's too rough-kid The super centrifugal, Don metaphysical, many time [?], your [?] where my rhyme goes It's harder to find those, jazz breaks, keeps Where he can listen it, from long time, no air from Don't let me help you earn some First you ought to have the skills to pay the bills Make sure, it's real, don't cop-y my tech-nique Don't try to steal, my deal piece To papi, to amigo, school [?] Yo IT, know the beat, bro achieve Close the weed, [?] speak Those ray peaks, shows they got left Like tea though, they can't go where I go I break 'em like chi, go Stick pick, bitch, change the beat to a S So you like the sound, you can't best [?] Don't try to undress, my grey mannequins 'Cause like the madder B, I get better buzz Bullet purple poison surfing, up a tempo Tricky solo plexus, I cast a next and want no more [?] Better blues and blacks, from the incredible, rap stack Don't pass the lack a lack, lick a track attack Battle babe, Ross's been thinking have a tad of that[?], yeah Go east west, to make a damn champ and profile Operate inf, I warm and call it no style [?], [?], Select, then I play 'em Electrocute an A when I slay 'em I'm sticking to mad niggers who rob me of my style I'm bucking 'em up in the face, and throwing them in the POW, yeah [Hook] Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero Check out my style, return to zero