Letra de Pluckin cards

It doesn´t take long for the nightmarish news
to sweep the world like a shockwave.
The mighty Man of Steel, once the superchampion, admired by billions
has proclaimed himself a wildman.
Afraid of going on an uncontrollable rampage at any moment.

[Kool Keith]

Hey yo stupid, you thought I was over
Living like Oscar, Big Bird and Grover
I´m the X the man the first challenger
I keep rhymes in place like Bob Gallagher
Fittin, and in the chair I´m sittin
Rappers know I´m Kool, rappers know I´m Keith
Like Charlie Brown, good grief
I see rappers I know they turned African
I just pedal my bike, then I laugh again
I pull the girls with thread and one string
They say I´m steppin to them for one thing
But I don´t think so, you think so, really?
Tapes is wack and new MC´s sound silly
I hate to criticize, I have a problem
In this school wack rappers I´ll solve them
They wanna be like Ultra on the jizock
Try to act like they not but on the kizock
Suckin, takin, aw-ll be slurpin
Comical bums your wack jams ain´t workin
You ain´t got the style to rock no man
You get a pound from me, but with no hand
Diss em, I´m not the one Miss Ferguson
Cold stupid as hell like George Jefferson
Yeah, you dummies better be careful
I pick up rappers and throw away a handful
Yes... I´m

pluckin everyone´s card (steppin to the man)
[x3]

Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star
Behind those glasses I know who you are
You Racer X, here´s rubber speed
You dissin James? He´s chicken feed
He can´t rap or clap or make a feet tap
How bout Monie and Nikki they both bullcrap
I see light in my lamp, but not on the mic
How could I diss myself in front of Dolemite
You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel
Then underline disguise and be the devil
Call yourself God, can you make it rain
Can you tell me how or what I´m thinkin in my brain
I´m not the bighead kid who wanna show off
I just pick up the mic and then I blow off
Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather
You ain´t genuine, toyin real leather
Pleather, coming out in the weather
You rap on R&B tracks and whatever
Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain
Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain
I think twice about the big bow tie
You wearin one? I wanna know why
I see fools all dressed in tuxedos
And at the Grammy´s, a bag of Fritos
Dumb people wonder, dumb people think
Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink
Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo
A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso
I´d rather stay in New York and not Hollywood
Fool, I´m

pluckin everyone´s card (steppin to the man)
[x4]

You takin off and you´re gold and for what?
Because you wanna be down and so what?
You buy your African beads from Koreans
Africans, you walkin by human beings
You don´t know, you´re so stupid
Take the books you read you´re still stupid
Learn, see the rappers I burn
You´re coming next, it´s your turn
Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa
on doo-doo, and whatever
You wanna speak on the X, then let´s go with this
I know I´m talented, good, and such a pro at this
Trade, skill, future my job
And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob
You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal
Yes, you´re in the showcase showdown
I hope you´re ready to rock and come blow down
Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf
I´m not the man concerned with that story
Look out, watch, you´re Three Feet and Sinkin
The Tribe´s are lost and everyone´s breath stinkin
[Ahhh, to the crossroad]
Look at one man carry many loads
I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world
Remember, I´m

pluckin everyone´s card (steppin to the man)
pluckin everyone´s card (yell at the top of my lungs) (steppin to the man)
[x3]

Hahahahaha, you can´t even focus the energies of your own body
How can you hope to tuffle the God of War, against his will?

pluckin everyone´s card (yell at the top of my lungs)
[x3]

You´re one of those peace loving folk singers
Errrrr, let her contend with this...