Back From The Pad Lyrics - Singles - Smut Peddlers

(featuring Kool Keith) 

Kool Keith...the original Adam West 

New York 

That's right 

Back from the pad 

(the finest tuned rapping machine) 

Back from the pad 

James Brown I'm not 

Trying to be Sly Stone on the microphone 

Xerox you're just a clone 

Setup your tone, kids come take your phone 

Two years in rap, your music is all wack 

We could settle it fast 

or I can blaze that ass 

We could pump the pump...shotgun make you jump 

Switch the beat, your whole steelo incomplete 

Hard and soft, you come off like papercloth 

Rough like stuff, like H&R puff and stuff 

Comical raps, your voice tones sound like .... 

Undercover you gay with black motorcycle jackets 

Who want it? You frontin' 

you suckas don't want no ruckus 

You like your peanutbutter in the kids chocolate 

you better stop it, choose another topic 

I'll light the kid up, and tell his drunk man "sit up" 

You catch the hiccups and runnin' through the Dodge pickups 

[Chorus: repeat 3x] 

Back from the pad 

(the finest tuned rapping machine) 

Skill for skill 

Your tactics, you need more practice 

Theatrical shows, costumes and fake actors 

I went to housing projects with pee on the mattress 

No time here 

Don't bring no corny kids rhyming here 

"who dat dat dat" -- your confidence sound wack 

Your mack is weak 

Animated -- you shouldn't speak. 

Macy's bag, you getting jerked 

Feel my receipt 

Tap the beat, your rhyme packed like a parakeet 

You want that, you get that 

your ex partner with that 

Your crew is booty butt 

Rookies all need to get back 

Cars come, most of yall coming down 

Cadillacs burn and most of yall start to turn around 

For sweet tips, I step out with three clips 

Ammo's in glove, you're soft like the soap Dove 

You don't need it 

Paramedics get your head rubbed 

Face on the missing list 

Your picture on the coffee mug 

You try to be different...aint none of yall acting bugged 

You study my style like reels on the catalog 

Image to a T, a thousand kids try to be me 

[Chorus] 

Show to show 

Mic stand, don't need no band 

Catch you in progress 

Bob like a secret fan 

Girlfriend excited, 

don't get jealous tell your man 

I move up, don't wreck shit turn the groove up 

[Chorus] - repeat 

2001 

Kool Keith 

Eastern Conference