Kmd - Best Of KMD [compilation] (2003) by Kmd (보컬) on maniadb.com

I wish I could go along with you but I do have a problem. I've got
My (Soul!) but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)

Poor X not only do I headsweat from headsets
Full time Era come at X from knockin' Z's correct
Next step's to count sheep
But too many sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles they sleep
Yeah they sleep I think I'll check a shorter story
Title Bo's Hoe sound's boring perfect for these
Sleepless nights, though I feel quite over-aged
Yeah, I know turn the page

Ha-ha huh let's begin
Book-marks the first page
And reads once upon an age in a far far land
Lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course
From behind Tom's black fence Tom peeps across
Just to witness Sam's crop business
Boomin' like the big guy's, but get this
Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams
He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah)
Page 2 Sam view's the sight -
What goes at Bo's over his picket white
Slowly he peeks only to see Bo plantin'
Sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe
Bo sees Sam but's not frettin', more sweatin'
Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib, forgettin'
'Bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's tricky
The plot thickens, onto page 3

Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue
Once nothin then cock-a-doodle-doo
All three knew this tool more than well
Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells
Well, clock says Sam's off to tend to his crop
Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop
Bo's up and at 'em, then twitches one eye
For something here is not quite cipher
"E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo
"Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's my hoe?
O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds
Lay the fertilizer, dig up the weeds?
Plus make true my foremost desire
To get a picket fence and trash the chicken wire?"
By, uh, 100% life gets hard
When one hoe goes from one's garden

Page 4 Little Bo weeped
Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped
Through a hole in Sam's six foot fence
Where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea plants
Hence the moral of the fable
Always keep a boring book on your night table
A Tom is not able
But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an eye on your yard
'Cause with no hoe it's hard

Bert, is that you?
Ahh, an empty place, oh, I love it
A perfect place to practice the exciting art of humming
Bert?

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along you hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Yeah, hum along with Zev Love X

Very interesting this thing
Coming and drumming, there's hummingbirds with wings
And feathers of the same, so we flock much
Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this
Mic, to touch like an entire stadium
With my boys to aid me, so we'll play, if you pay me some

Beats sound fickle, rented Jeep sounds sickenin'
To those with no soul, as I roll with my [Incomprehensible]
Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn
Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born
Minus, the Jim jinkle jankle Hammerschitt

His name, ain't my name, 'cause X ain't permittin' shit
I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip
Z L be rippin', out we'll rip
No, no, no, shake your hip or your rump
Forget about what I'm sayin', pump your fist to the drum and

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum with the Birthstone Kid

You could have sworn I was a what? A Penn Station pennybegger
I gots more songs than your neighborhood bootlegger
Swingin' hard like a forty deuce on a hooker
Cuter than Booker, a real good looker

Yeah, a brown man is gettin' down and
To this funky sound and you'll check it out, so plops the sound man
I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin' lingo
'Til comes my payday, if rap was soccer, I'd be Pele

Scorin' hard, I eat no porkchops or lard
So trust in me becaue you trust in God
The Lord, bet I proves, just began for this man
'Cause the bills stay paid from this mic within my hand

I'm not your average everyday cotton pickin' or bailin' hay
Hoe trickin' brother who likes to eat chicken
Anyway, just hum along as the drummer drums along
This I bring along, not to sing along, but just to

Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Hum along, if you can't sing along, hum along
Ya hum along, if you can't sing along ya hum along
Hum with the one Subroc

Hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up and I'll sing it
So bring it back and forth, just to swing it
Swinging a voom to a hum, can get smooth
So I choose to rock slow, to amuse

To the apex, I strides from L I Strong
To the car new age, to rip raw
Need no rehease, I bust fat styles galore
Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more, hear no more
Can no more, huh, I fear less or I guess

I toss or throw it up and when it drop, I'm forced to blow it up
Give a little, take a little, grunt or fake a little
Pause, you wanna counterfeit the Kause ain't havin' it
All your hopes cease, so listen closely, hush
I wrote boastin' note, you can't stop the humrush

Bow, blowin up, one nine eight, X plus
And this is how we kicks it, for eighty decker
This is for the God's, the God's, the God's, yeah, you don't stop, heh

Oh Pete Nice? I'm smoother than him, man I mean
He wears suits and all, you know no disrespect

Yeah right, just a thought

Heavy D yo, the girls they love me
They love me, I just know it

Yea Positive K? He's dip dip divin

Yeah right

Yeah LL, yo he might keep the girls
But yo, I'm the man
I'm the man, as a matter of fact
Yo, see they laughin at me man

I'm the man

Yo, that ain't right
Yo, well anyway

By the hairs of my chinny chin chin, gots many plus plenty
String by string, I think I counts like twenty
If you loan me a ear, I'll return it with interest
If not, I'll simply twist the wrist
So listen up closely, with thoughts to recoup me
Cause I hope to gross like ten cent per groupie
Now only if I had two G's per strand
Ask my anchor banker, he understands
I used to wrap my hand around a cold gold can
Someone once said health is wealth, so check self
I gots a perfect check up, 'cept for a hiccup, roll with no stick up
How can I keep the goya nectars on my shelf?
Oh boya how I searched for an employer
But before Zeale Huckleberry film was in Tom Sawyer
Now use your imagination, just a smidgen
If I was a bird I'd be a pigeon
Succumb one to crumbs and pizza crust, when every fella can
Eat fresh fish and live fat like pelican
Then again, that's only if your capable for freckles
Or blue eyes , I settle for Heckle n' Jeckle
While I chuckle at my man with the cellular phone
The only phone I own's a funky xylophone's tone
Ain't no joint in, annoyin high pitched ringin
We do the tap twist and twitch bringin
Through soul and this cordless thingamajig
Sure as Onyx's clippers etch a clue to your wig
We'll do the gig so make your mind
The pipe, the bowl or us fiddlers, don't riddle us
I'll even ride a bus to the coast if clear
For okay pay, I'll say
Now all this runnin round's kickin me right in the rear
And still I'm judged by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth

Yeah, candy get the job done but yo, I take care of business

{Peachfuzz} Now what's up with this peachfuzz nonsense?
{Peachfuzz} What are y'all talkin about this peachfuzz?
{Peachfuzz} Nah, I just got one thing to say

{Peachfuzz} Ahh man

By the hairs of my chinny chin chin, six black hairs
String by string, I think I counts five pairs
That's a little, but still, can I get a thumbs up?
At least for the peachfuzz that sums up
A tidbit, yeah that's it, but who gives a sugar
Honey iced tea besides me
For if, I ever riff, yet and still, windmills
So I take time just to kill
I say cute is for a bear, teddy bear like Teddy Ruxpin
Would I be handsome if I pimped in a tux then
Smoked a cigar with some black chinese shoes then
Picked up some friends in my Benz and start cruisin
Huh, that's a dream that I ain't even livin
If that makes a man, surely I'll recommend
I'll stay a toy boy eatin Butterfingers
With Knowledge of Self, and colorin books on my shelf
I wanna grow up, cause maybe if I did then
I wouldn't be treated like a Toys 'R Us kid when
They counts ten upon my chin
By the hairs of my peachfuzz, let's say each was
An inch, psych because I can't pull or pinch
It's a wrench, and I thought life would be a cinch
But anyway, anyhow, let's talk about someway somehow
That I can make my peachfuzz grow out
Really, do I need beard that grows with no pores
Just to be respected and resemble Santa Claus?
Hear this clear, I'm a MAN I tell ya
No dreams or drugs like the slugs will I ever sell ya
A man I am, in the body of a youth
So don't play me like I'm Born Universe Truth Truth
So when I knock at your hearts, let me in
And judge me not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin

Yeah, that's what we call, pimpin presence yo
Call me tonight, knowhatI'msayin?

You got it

Yeah, you know I eat no pork
So why can't I be as smooth as my man Dr. York?
I see none

Yo, I'm smoother than the bottom of Hammer's shoes
After three hundred spins

No love here
No hair on my chest, but my boy Ak West, I'm just smoother
I'm just smoother

Yeah right

I'm definitely smoother than y'all just saw

It's about time

I'm sayin, yo but, I don't want to hear
{Peachfuzz} none of this peachfuzz nonsense
{Peachfuzz} Peachfuzz
{Peachfuzz} You know
{Peachfuzz}

{Peachfuzz} He's a little boy
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}
{Peachfuzz}

I want you to understand
A few words of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding
From a soul, rappin man
Has more weight in this life
Than, one-thousand men
Of science and technology, ever can

Whoo! Yo, thank yah, Deacon DJ Du Dot
Naww, I'd like to introduce, mahself
As, the Preacha Po'kchop, Amen! Amen
And I'm gon' go on, because y'all know I got it goin' on
Amen! Amen! Yea, now today
I'm gonna talk about mah life Talk about it! Talk about it
MAH days, of growing up in the church of gawd and Christ
They tried, to put ree-strictions on mah life! Talk about it
They said that, a preacher could, rock the mic! No no no
WHAT?! Huh, but I said wrong, It was wrong, it was wrong
They also said that, a Preacha could not pimp strut! No no no
I can not pimp strut
But I said wrong! Talk about it
No one tells Preacha Po'kchop, what to do with his layfe
And no one, can tell the church, what to do with their layfe
The church, controls the church Yeah, yeah
So if you want to switch up, say switch up! switch up

Yeahhh, now that's what I'm talkin! Mr. Hood Yes
Mellowness, yes
Anything is possible in mah church
That's right it's mah church! Yeah
Do you understand? Mr. Hood Yes, yes I understand
Somebody in the church understands what I'm talkin about today
Mr. Hood Yes, Hah, well now I'm droppin science
Hah, I'm droppin, bawmbs! Hah
Up in mah church todayahhh, hah
Somebody say yes, yes lawd
Glory to Gawd, glory to Gawd
Preachas, you betta watch yo' church
Because Po'kchop, is on his way
Yes, bringin the truth beyond doubt
That I've been covered by Moses
Yeah preachas, you know you're to the curb
Stealin money, from out the church pan
To put gas, in yo' Cadillac
But Po'kchop, I pimp struts
I pimp strut
Now, you know I know what's goin on
My vision is not blaurrhy
That's why, mah church does not have to worry
Because I preach, to teach, and reach one each
Ha hah! (Amen
Now, on that token, Deacon Du Dot, do dat

Sermon said, you'd lose
Spiritual awakening, in the sins of mankind
For the deaf, the dumb, and the blind

"Why do you keep smoking that shit?
Why will you keep smoking that shit?
Why? Why?
Why do you keep smoking that shit?"

Aight, check it out yo, check it out yo
I'ma flip yo, check it out, bust it

I connect the spots like connect the dots
From the lower Eastside, to way up top
I got a map to express on the six, I found
Where they got the raw, dog, smoke at Soundview

Now, two licks damnit, do you understand?
Nuff respect to the dread man or I'ma dead man
I ain't no fake man for the red hand
It's just my warmth and with instructions from Redman

Whomever I step to, remove the Phillie Phoonta
'Cause I used to know this bitch and it killed her, that bitch is dead
I'm smokin' that shit 'cause I got a thousand jokes
Like puttin' your moms in the yoke 'cause she broke some choke

Bitch, you're blowin' up the spot, be out
Yo, either get some dough or get the fuck down South
With your bitch ass son and tell him throw up his dukes
So I can spend his lunch loot at noop, noop

Check it, I do the hip, hip, hop, the hibby, the hibby dibby
Kurious the too fly magician, never givin'
These niggaz a piece of my pie 'cause yo my shit is fat
Just like my pockets, your girl's titties is flat

So when the bitch slid in correct with the funk from the big bra
I kindly reply, with a smile, aiyyo, chill hot, damn
Uh, uh, uh, I'm so sorry
Umm, eat your tits 'cause them shits is from Somalia

Check it out, on the one to the two
It's some shit from the zoo, it's the CM crew
Now from the cocks with the blocks, on the street or the goat
With the forty, the glocks, the Phillie and the smoke

Just like George Bush, is the type to drop bombs
George Kemprias will smoke scarm wit'cha moms
Throw a fifty yard pass, with a Afro pick
To Steve, Earthquake, stop smokin' that shit

I keep my gun out my holster, I'm wanted on the poster
'Cause I shot the sheriff, who knocked the cherry off my shoulder
He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him
And place him in America's Top Ten, like Casey Kasem

I tracked him, an actor with no sense of humor
If you heard, I fell off nigga, it's only just a rumor
So step the fuck back, 'fore you get your shit cracked
I had to think up a plan, so now I'm fat like that

Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure funk and no junk
I snatch a ho, bitch up, just like Dave did, The Chipmunks
Kid, I'm rough tough, strong enough to call your bluff
Handcuff your wife up while your bitch, give me a buff

I do run, run, run, I do run the MC's
The king of rap, you don't believe me? Believe these
Def rhymes on wax, don't call me, send a fax
I slam hard like Anthrax, so turn it up to the max

Stop, you're pinchin' my nerves with rap slurs
I do my best herb, now it's time to get served
So, suck my dick, I don't smoke that shit
I don't want this shit, so you flip the script

You know I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
You know I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
I'm always, always on that shit, stop smokin' that shit
Yeah, I'm on that shit, stop smokin' that shit

Stop smokin' that shit, 'fore you get killed
You know the flavor, my man, so just chill
Now hold your head up and hold your head high
Stop smokin' the dust, you just might die

Relax your mainframe, the bolder gets paid
And you won't have no motherfuckin' gain
As you know, I'm on the microphone to make you all know
That shit that you smoke will make you mad, broke

I don't give a fuck about you and your crew
I'm not too lovesick, drink that brew, I'm a nasty Jew
I don't solve mysteries, never wearin' Lees
I got the motherfuckin' S I to be, where it seed

So pack up, my man I went out of breath
I got asthma on the side, take it on to the left
So stop smokin' that shit my man
And I'm out, see ya later, so kick the can

I drink Colt forty-five and talk in mad jive
You know I stay alive, my niggaz stay alive
Easy on the smoke, I don't really feel like tokin'
I gotta save some breath for this bitch I be strokin'

Everyday, I make a nigga get right
Jealous ass, pussy ass nigga, can't fight
I'm in my new disguise, feedin' pigeons
Ducks, any bird and bond's my word, word is bond

I make gadgets, illy, ill toys that kill
Sleep on me, you'll get a sleepin' pill
Pin that nigga, down right on the mat
If you ain't my nigga, don't reach for no gat

Slap, right to the head
I'm blitzed to whip that ass, Moabo style, dead
You know what I'm sayin'?

Smokin' that shit
Yeah, c'mon, smokin' that shit
You see a nigga, you know, smokin' that shit
Real quick, my man, you're cold, smokin' that shit

Kurious Jorge, I know you're not, smokin' that shit
Zev Love, what you doin'? Smokin' that shit
Stop smokin' that shit, stop smokin' that shit
Hahaha, smokin' that motherfuckin' shit

Word up, yeah, yeah, smokin' that shit
Smokin' that motherfuckin' shit, you're motherfuckin' right
Put the fuckin' pipe down

There it is, there it is, boy, oh yeah
There it is, there it is, buddy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, they seem to know
The time but let's see

It's my thing, yo, it's my thing, the way I swing
Not even an orangutan can hang on my ding-ding
Saved by the bell rang, I talk, yell, whisper
Mumble street slang with no doubt

You tumble if I flip don't make me shout with my vocal lip
A hip hugger, I'll mug ya, if fun to know
Slow and steady wins a race, I keeps a steady pace
In a chase, I'm bookin', cookin' feet don't fail me
5-0's can't see me, catch me to jail me
Walk the plank, ya damn dime droppers

Snitches get stitches, why, oh, why
Does my trigger finger itches? Corrupt
I follow my nose it always knows it
Open the draw bridge close it, close it
A doo doo lyric, I snuck in 'cause I chose it

Long ding-a-ling dong, there big booties grows it
Up, up and away, we go across the border
To Mexico, suck my toe, doo doo browns my color
No water down, no cut
A jewel to a fool is like pearls to big butt

Swine, I strut on the sidewalk and don't touch the line
Escalate never decline
I'm gonna get mine, don't try to take mine
No my kneecaps ain't blacker than my black behind

The bush, I touch tush
So beware of the grin of my evil eyeball glare
I's a wise guy, yeah, a smartalec
Like it or kiss me where the sun don't shine like metallic, ka-blaow

It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
(They thought I didn't know)
It sounded like a roc

One double 9 tre, dumbbells I lift it
Just for the taste of it coke I won't sniff it
Ya party pooper, you never stop my frontings
I guess he owns a dust ya, I run things

Popcorn, mama, you can sniff my sock
I's a hard headed nigga, my head is like a roc
So so leave me B, boy, I'll be boppin'
When I chug-a-lug alone it ain't no stoppin', hoppin'
Skin to skin, now I must stall
Jimmy hats ain't even made like Rubbermaid at all

If I be over stressed, over tryin' under arms
Cooking like onions, you'll be crying
Boo-hoo-hoo but I gets the hoorays
From sunrise to sunset for days

All in the Kool-aide, don't know the flavor
Taste buds shot, waistlines duds
I love to slama on bad ass behavior
Call me Sub, I roll underground like Chuds

Cease with the wack, I'm never ever booty over that
I got my cootie shots for the cootie for the body
The hottie, I might use Karate
Snap back, 15 minutes I'll be off duty, ka-blam

It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc

It's a break Zev love X and Subroc
For ninety tre crew massive deep
Constipated monkeys defecating
That old hard shit and ya don't quit

It sounded like a what? It sounded like a boulder
It sounded like a land yo slide up over
I need my room, to huff and puff
These bastards be soft like marshmallow fluff

Step up, wrong move, you catch a back smack
Or a blackout so be out black
Let's play catch a bad one ya caught it
I'll take your thumping heart and smote it

Then I grab my wood, I grab my rope
Over there ya have that same ole shit, here ya don't
Oh no, you don't gimme that black
Now you sing the blues while your eye's black

Don't need to flaunt, no need to front
I see right through, you very blunt
Add the two nonchalant, I do what I want
If I be ghost, expect me back to haunt, ka-blaw

It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc
It sounded like a roc

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Constipated monkeys doo-doo
Dropping shit like that