Big Eyes (demo version) / [untitled]

Yeah, never less as I come in my green Cadillac
With my purple cape
Un-circumcised with no rain coat
With no underwear, prepare for the Phantom
With yo big eyes ha huh ha huh, yeah

As I lyrical flip my body never wear underwear
Girls stare, I pluck in they public hair
The masquerade I'm crazy with a switch blade
I cut jaws the face of a wild shark
I love Cal Can, "Roof!", can a dog bark

I'll bite ya girl make a women catch rabies
Then eat Gerber from a jar like the babies
I like cereal, yo you Cap'n Crunch
Juggle my jellybeans, yo captain munch

I like roach spray mixed in my gin and juice
You better go get spray and make it strong
My tractor trailer, my private piece is quite long

I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes

As I masturbate every time about 8
The last time I masturbated through the earthquake
I saw your picture girl Shirley Temple Jheri Curl
You walk around through a toilet and a do do world

I know the spokes are white a green Cadillac
Polka dot grey I'm satisfied I won't take it back
I need the mustard from the Whataburger
I spell it backwards I take my girl to King Burger

You better rush on in an order fries
Before I get mad and start peein' in your eyes
Like Gomer Pile, surprise, surprise

You seen my drawers of course you see my rubber
No fat stretch marks I ain't the one you got the blubber
"What the hell am doin', I telling you that?"

I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes

I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes

Missile check I'm aimin' four to your rectum
With mexican beans collard greens I respect 'em
You hold the apples while girls pull they pants down
I got a bottles of flies I'm throwin' ants down

Like Joe said one time I'm drinkin' straight rum
Chewin' they embryo, actin' like it's bubble gum
I get inside, bark and crank the truck
Cruz up the highway, you out there you stuck

You ain't the one I got no cables no goose
Look in the back I got no room, see my moose
I better hide what's left at 7 Eleven
Call the Ranger, the Phantom at 11

He got black boots and stains on my turtle-neck
My mink is yellow and tan female birds peck
I got no rags to clean I love the vomit
It makes me sexy, my underwear atomic

You smell the rose, I'm smellin' cookin' flower
I call your house and let it ring for an hour
I got to clean up my house set the mouse traps
I know one he's grey and cool and the mouse raps
I seen 'em seen 'em I seen 'em through peripheral vision

I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes

I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes
I look around the corner and see your big eyes

Yes, stop peepin' around in my window, I see you lookin'
I got no shades, he's comin' after me
Yeah huh huh, I see you, stop peepin' in my windows
(Who's there)
All my neighbors, I hear voices
(Stay out my business)

Little people talkin' to me
Stay out my business
I be going to see the doctor tomorrow
[Unverified]

(approx. 2 mins of silence)

{Kool Keith
Yeah wassup?
This is Kool Keith and I'm chillin' out with the drum
Checkin' out
[?] Stanford 95.1 with KutMasta Kurt
Kevvy Kev on the San Francisco, Santa Cruz, all over the Bay Area
I'll kick it like this for ya one time

One time
I bust rhymes
Wicked, wick it, then I stick it stick it
People say I'm so smooth when I come down
And groove on, off the beat
With the style that I choose
And loose and then abuse many
Then turn, take out plenty
That try to take my
But they can't move as I fake a
Sound, move swift, get off the beat
On the beat with the style that I kick
They know I'm smooth smooth, hype hype and dope dope
I switch switch my style up, I come and I... no no
You can't do this, the style better back up kid
You don't know the style that I used to audit
When I say, when I play, when I come smooth
I come right into that groove
I spin around like a record on a thirty-three
I come around 'cause I know that I'm a funky MC
From here, to New York, to Stanford, Connecticut
I wreck with others down to San Francisco, [?]
Look at the style as I rock and flaunt, kick through the promo
Vicious, I come professional
Without no question like Kane said, superb
I'm smokin' more herb as I get with the derb and serve many
And plenty, and take out others and any
Rappers know me, but they can't show me no style
They booty when they smile, but they try to step to me
They butter, I get smooth, I reck to the others
They can't say they got no rep on me
When they try to step to my style, I smile
But they know I walk and walk, and talk in offbeat style style
I kick it wicked, the funky hypo doper, super, superb, nice
Smooth, offbeat and on any type of beat that you try to get on hype of
But you can't take my style and choose the type of
Lyrics I choose for you schools
My students out there trying to learn from me
You get burned by me
As I wreck it, I spin like you get turned by me
But you can't say nothing, but only get referred by me
To my distant sound, go round for round
Pound for pound, MC's drop down
Look like the eyes - tears of a clown
But they all know my style, I come and I talk [?] like president
I come from here, styles kick, yeah
You try to get wicked wicked
I stop stop, I flex flex, I flaunt flaunt, I show show
Yeah, I get smooth but not old like Kurtis Blow Blow
I know my style
You know it, wait a while, standin' on the side
Like a refugee, trying to get with me
Trying to move and trying to get slick with me
But you can't cope, or even stick with me
My style, off the top of my head, no rhymes pre-written
Or bitten
From another man
Your brother man
The crew, the kid, they trying to rock from
The lover land
You better go back and choose from your whole crew another plan
To try to get with, or stick with, you're like water, lick with
Can't move, or try to get with
My style, any type of rhyme
Hyper offbeat, different type of
I shoot MC's like a sniper
When I grow, they like soft, like Peter the Piper
I rhyme off, I flow, show many that I'm professional
With, you can't do this, or try to get through this
I'm used to this when you can't, or try
Or try to get good with this
My style, you can't- or try- even- or shit with this
I come and twist many
Show them that they ain't got no time
For the X

Signin' off from New York City
The number one MC out there
Showin' brothers skills for bills on top of the hills
I look around, cause you no frills