Текст песни Masters of Illusion - Souped Up
Masters of Illusion - Souped Up слова песни
[Kool Keith]Man, I turn on the TV manI was in the mall, one of the rappers I seenup at the mall wearin the gold chains, one of the guys from BETMan them boys is souped up, justI walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autographHe turned his back to me {*scratch: "Because I am so cool!"*}I waste no time tellin you in front of your ugly girlfriend you can`t rhymeSmack your engineer with a tall can of Olde English beerUrinate on your SSL board and your lyrics sheetDefecate in the hood at your store for leavin your fansbutt-naked with a box of Pampers in the middle of the streetBlow your socks off, send the girls you take to exquisite resterauntsto Pink Hot Dog, exclusive company just miss the massesTalk to white girls with flat stomachs, no stretch marks, with black girl assesUpscale extravagant, no autographsTell the Backstreet Boys I`m arrogantLady singers and rappers, I`m Keith Livingston your lawyer, I`m gonna work youMy job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I jerk youThe contract`s ready, you already signed the first twoYour buttcrack is I`ma put you on Rap City with Tigger and hurt youNothin to reimburse you, my voodoo curse youAnything that come out I will alert youTurn your ass around like a marble head baby and burp youSmack you, beat you with a telephone cord, I can reach youAll I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"[Chorus 2X: MOI][K] Arrogant, autographs, them ni`az can`t sign them?Souped up, souped up[M] While I stay in demand, your naked wife knows I`m cockySouped up, souped up[Motion Man - instead of last line]Yo I drop in buttwipe, doodoo Charmin under pillowsThat dude who fairyland turd drop with big wordsExpose my other self, drippin off the bedspreadStank bed, you smell `em in your head, screaminwhen you wake up cause it`s obvious, I`m really really really funkyTypical Motion tantalizing, climbing up the trackThe jock`s on, rappers watch me in the field shakin pom pomsI got a whole section of `em loadedBowl reflectin to the rhyme I wrote itLike Dr. Dooom, sandwich up the rotor, no appetizerJust a full course meal fillin statements from the MotionizerGorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lipsStraight thug a bear hug Grizzly Adams couldn`t tameWild from Animal Bill, also preciseYo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted Y spiceCause I been spyin on her, extremely relyin on herYour sister too, now whatchu wanna do? (You wanna do)I fuck a n`ia like Chitty, Ohana too, followed youIn the air like a moleculeThe standard prototype, explicit rap extreme and souped up[Chorus]{*scratched: "Cause I am so cool"*}