Cool

Lyrics

Intro: DJ J Hart & Masta Ace: J Hart, Budamunk, it's ya boy Masta Ace, MA, let's go Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Verse 1: Masta Ace: Panorama rap, people from multiple sides Four dimensions, full attention and cultural pride My inventions and extensions that force you to ride With the windows down, those clowns toss 'em aside Like onions on a salad, them sounds are invalid I got something for your palette, that's actual talent They be screaming on the track, when in fact they be silent You listen to the best music, now act like I'm Khaled? (Cool) Another one, fall back 'til this brother's done Here for the long hole, like Scatman Crothers' run My voice dance on these tracks like doing the Bogle Every time out you hear something new in the vocal Read between the lines, see what I do to insult you Intimidate, eliminate your whole crew and approach you These are fightin' words, dressed in a spiritual touch Holdin' the game in the lyrical clutch, let's go Chorus: DJ J Hart: Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Cool, 'cause I don't get upset Verse 2: Masta Ace: I'm a lumberjack knockin' rappers down like bank timber We playin' Spades and I'm holdin' every gang member In the palm of my hand, like I'm King Simba Your clothes small, little boy, like you're King Jimba Recede?, rappers are in jeopardy still If I don't get you then the deputy will This is what you call especially skill And I feel good all over like I'm Stephanie Mills, or *cool* Patrice Rushen, this percussion is worth a discussion Head trauma flow, give the whole Earth a concussion A CAT scan couldn't protect you from that man This black man is holdin' it down for the Rap fan I'm sick and tired of being tired of being sick and tired Understand that I was hired so you can get inspired To compete in this heat, 'til you win in every race On this real rocky road like Ben & Jerry