But I'll always love a true fan Someone ready to do me right Once she knows the man I admit, I love it in public 'Cause it's cool being Kool Moe Dee
can make you lose Total control and if I choose To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news Like Paul Revere, "A real rapper is here" Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee
off you thought Mr. Pitiful Here's some mouthwash, G Your mouth smells like my jockstrap C A U S E, you're rhyme didn't mean, D O D D, junior Moe Dee
of my homies don't even know you What's up with that? What's up with that?) Let us begin with a funky in-tro My name is Kool Moe Dee, what up, what
Wisdom Funke, funke, funke Funke, funke, funke... Funke funke wisdom Wisdom [ verse 1 ] Money - the root of all evil Follow the dollar, and where
Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie Gangsta boogie ...
my paws in those silky drawers Take you to the cleaners and I got a trick 'Cause all you're ever going to get is a piece of my dee-dee-duh Didn't you
Ladies and gentlemen Gentlemen and ladies Adults teenagers adolescents and babies No if's and's but's or maybe's I want the whole world to rock today
Three days later, go see the doctor I was walking down the street, rocking my beat Clapping my hands and stomping my feet I saw a little lady, so neat
I'm not goin', I'm gone Up up up and away and I'm on A higher plane with a brain, with a flame Feel the fire desire the same Knowledge and wisdom and
Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack The Ripper, down with my zipper You get paid to be a Moe Dee
Little Jon is on the streets, late night on the ave Lookin' at the pretty girls and the things he'd love to have Street life heroes don't mean zero but
can't hold the weight The rhyme's too deep and he sleeps awake The comatose need a double dose 'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme like most Simplified
Monster Crack 1986 return of the horror flicks More deadly than, 'The Omen', a killer and a showman Like the devil in 'The Exorcist' But this flick can
here We got KRS one from Boogie Down Productions Special shout to Melodie We got my man Chuck D in the house from Public Enemy And I am Kool Moe Dee
Yo I had to go for mine From the bottom to the top is a hard climb But hard rhymes beat hard times Gimme a spotlight and I'll shine Brither than the brightest
I roll hard (Oh,oh, oh my God) That's right, baby, I run the yard Got the bass for your bottom, if you feel it in your butt Do your dance and I tell you
I'm T N T, and I just can't lose An E M C E E, with a fuse When it's lit I hit, with the lyrical wit Of a scientist, tryin' this Sugar coated, rhyme
