Bow to the Masta

That`s right y`all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)<br>I`m in here, I`m a let you know (I started rappin`)<br><br>I can tell you can`t rap, look at your engineer:<br>A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer<br>Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne<br>Thinking you recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in your session<br>I`m a learn you a lesson: all y`all can`t write<br>You just a new group with an ordinary gimmick and radio and poster hype<br>Now that 3,000 people lost their jobs, I`ma see how your record do<br>But you`re stuttering out your boo boo, can`t give a decent interview<br>I was always wondering about you<br>Your whole group evolving different images around me<br>Acting like they don`t copy me when they see me<br>You`ve spent your whole life listening to "Critical Beatdown"<br>You`s a secret fan; every time I create an A.K.A. character<br>Most of you groups out there are so wack, looking at my shoes in my videos<br>The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan<br>Like you inventing something new to the company <br>and in reality you`re clones of me<br>(Y`all can`t wait for my album to come out to steal something new)<br><br> You should bow to the master! <br> (Worship me, worship me, worship me, worship me) (Repeat 4x)<br><br>I pity the untalented, half of y`all creativity is to steal duplicate<br>The clothes I wear, call your promotional staff to get you out<br>Quick in the magazines to perpetrate me on your Ampex reels<br>On tour most MC`s draw sketches of me and watch what I`m wearing<br>I found out why rappers look at me jealous and keep staring<br>Comparing me to themselves from a distance when I walk offstage<br>Your record label, your group, and your fanbase giving me a standing ovation<br>In the Chicago Bull warmup suit and a bald head like Michael Jordan<br>Six-time championship of the league, four million groups in the industry<br>Rakim and Canibus is the only ones rapping pro speed<br>I average 52 rappers per game, I put you to shame<br>Now you gonna sit in your used Expedition and act like you don`t know my name<br>I don`t have to battle anybody nor freestyle<br>Half of your flows are written by rookies working Montreal Expos<br>I don`t care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio<br>I`ma get in your booty, yo<br>I`ma set up a bag of dust on the console<br>So you can do this, light up, and smoke, yo, cause I`m no joke yo<br>I might ride on the cycle level 3, vomit when you go in the booth<br>Your product manager is going to say, "Yo who is he?"<br>(Yo who is that, man?)<br><br> You should bow to the master! <br> (Worship me, worship me, worship me, worship me) (Repeat 2x)<br><br>I don`t play with skinny legs and the water head<br>Time after time you don`t know what I`m thinking when I come<br>Into your studio professional with a white man driving a Continental Lincoln<br>Groupies look at me, y`all don`t pay me no mind<br>I`m about to tear a new ass in this kid, he`d better not let me rhyme<br>Yeah, take a break, order some blunts<br>I`m about to get up all in your fronts<br>With your body shaped like Mitch Green and Tony Tubbs, you don`t want this<br>Go in the corner with your stomach hanging, gold teeth looking sneaky<br>I`m a let you know how be, G<br>No matter how much your styles change you can`t see me<br>Believe that, light up your ass souped up<br>Stand behind your backup, with your acne-faced girlfriend<br>You`re gonna get a lot of feedback<br>Test the best, you`re gonna have water on your kneecap<br><br> You should bow to the master! <br> (Worship me, worship me, worship me, worship me) (Repeat 2x)<br><br>Yeah, I`m sorry Blaze Magazine, I`m first<br>The other 49 rappers are behind me, what?!