Ain't Nobody Happenin

[Intro: Kool Keith]

Yeah, it's the first quarter, goin into the second

All labels, drop your acts

Rappers I'm dead serious, stop what you doin

Take it real personal, you know you're wak

Look in the mirror, it'll tell you the truth

Yo, I must confess

You know who I am, bust this

[Kool Keith]

Stop your music, hold up, your temperature is wak

I bought your gimmick album, erased the tape, took it back

You was wrong for rhymin, that was a sin

You should STOP, cause rap's now worse again

You knew you was doo-doo, fakin that you was so brutal

Your style was all canned, your stuff was all chicken noodle

With no sale, you gave your promos out at retail

Tryin to flim-flam and pay them kids off at SoundScan

You bought me real stuff, BUFF - powderpuff

All I saw was tons of group sissies actin rough

Graffiti wars, a bunch of crowds, project halls

Mess with drama, your garbage style's Wonderama

I got skills, but butt crack is all Massengil

Independent, while groupies front while you drive a rented

Up at that atmosphere, headpiece like [?]

You'll be trapped with empty pockets around Yankee Stadium

I know your background, it's a puppet actin wild

I know your issue, I'm in your ass Scotty Tissue

Kool Keith is no joke, better will not make you hope

Pray to my nuts flat butts talk like Mariah Carey

I'm out there, you on my testicles this year

I tell you straight, you all rah rah

[Chorus x2: Kool Keith]

Ain't nobody happenin (nobody happenin)

Ain't nuttin good be happenin (nuttin be happenin)

Just because you got a deal (clear the way)

Don't mean you know how to rap

[Tim Dog]

Mad rappers try to test my lyrical anarchy

Like Sparky from Detroit Tigers, I don't quit

Aw shit, Bronx niggaz always come legit

Once I lay my rap down, it's a hit

Of course the track gotta be fat for Tim Dog to rap

No more gettin with this, and no more gettin with that

Cause I reign the terrain like weather, however

Rappers try to Run-D.M.C. but I'm +Tougher Than Leather+

How dare you, think you can dismantle

I'ma call you Campbell cause somebody got you souped

Frontin wit'cha man when you know you ain't cute

You and your man can catch a bad one quick

I see mad motherfuckers get done for simple shit (word)

So what's it gonna be, you or me? Life or death

Like Whitney Hou' you be holdin your breath

Cause I don't give a fuck where you been or where you at

If you come wak then you betta watch your back

Cause rap is sacred, so don't fake it

And these fuckin devils out here tryin to take it

[Chorus]

[unknown emcee]

Secret agent, seen a thing, heard a thing, launchin at latitude

Aimin things, standing top, send it at longitude

I-I-know-know-that-that-you-you-be affected

Movin like a virus and niggaz they been infected

Let the doctor give you a shot, moved up from sharpshooter

Aimin for the bridge of yo' nose, BLAOW!

Fallin down, fallin down

I make complicated statements, with, unlimited phone calls

Swingin that, bringin that, {?} West coast swinger rapper

Ba-ba-ba leavin-in-the-evenings, daytime talkin decent

Recently I'm part of the North, you beat me to the record

usage of my lyrical form at the scene

Lookin like a heterosexual, about to lose his manhood

Brothers swear they hot when they sound like Orville Reddenbacher

Pop pop pop pa-pop pa-pop

Labels signin innocents, tryin to tell 'em that they better sense

Ignore them babies, they cryin for attention

Yo here's yo' pacifier, suck this brown dick 'til it turns WHITE

[Chorus]