Lirik Lagu Plastic World - Kool Keith
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"Yeah Kool Keith should keep it realHe should rap about space and Mars..."
[Kool Keith]Yo I'm tired of looking at everybody. Same boots skully hats in90 degree weather looking to get into clubs for free. I'm notsmoking blunts or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt.
I left New York the city itself was stress depressionHigh boots and urban beats that wasn't my directionProducers filtering join in with R&BA million rappers, some clones trying to sound like meBiting my space styles, biting my horror-coreAll I saw was Kool Keiths on my thawRecord companies had G'd-off all my royaltiesWatching vinyl spin, local groups' wack MC'sSome try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crapKarl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosinesMixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo playI'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highwayLike a mirage, the style there is all illusionOn videos out of town, peoples buy confusionRolling high with cash pulled over down my eyeSince I've been out, y'all can't see
Chorus:Is the world made of plastic?Is the city buried in dreams? (Yeah)Is the world made of plastic?Cause that's the way is seems (Owww)
Watching TV so bored, while imbiciles hold the mic cordGraffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd that sound?Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor leaguesNo rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented BenzCrews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friendsI saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beatsPeople with no deals, walkmen rappin on the streetsI turned my back, 90% of the city sounded wackPayola scams switched DJ's like
[Kool Keith]Yo I'm tired of looking at everybody. Same boots skully hats in90 degree weather looking to get into clubs for free. I'm notsmoking blunts or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt.
I left New York the city itself was stress depressionHigh boots and urban beats that wasn't my directionProducers filtering join in with R&BA million rappers, some clones trying to sound like meBiting my space styles, biting my horror-coreAll I saw was Kool Keiths on my thawRecord companies had G'd-off all my royaltiesWatching vinyl spin, local groups' wack MC'sSome try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crapKarl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosinesMixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo playI'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highwayLike a mirage, the style there is all illusionOn videos out of town, peoples buy confusionRolling high with cash pulled over down my eyeSince I've been out, y'all can't see
Chorus:Is the world made of plastic?Is the city buried in dreams? (Yeah)Is the world made of plastic?Cause that's the way is seems (Owww)
Watching TV so bored, while imbiciles hold the mic cordGraffiti playgrounds are played out, yo how'd that sound?Army fatigues are weak, is for the minor leaguesNo rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented BenzCrews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friendsI saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beatsPeople with no deals, walkmen rappin on the streetsI turned my back, 90% of the city sounded wackPayola scams switched DJ's like
