Letra de Yo black

[Kool Keith]
Bobbito´s in the house!
I gotta say one thing, y´all been great playin the real shit
Y´know, all this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin
All this la-la-la and this, TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit
I´m not with that..

Yeah! You listenin to the sounds, of the one, Rhythm X - the man
I´ma show you how to get wreck
The right way, not the wrong way
Watch me when I do this, pay attention

Check it out
Shut up! Step back! That picky-packy-wacky rap
Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with
In fact, big head, yo take it as a bigger diss
I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz
Make you think you swimmin like that homey Mark Spitz
How can you put up a fox, against an ALLIGATOR
I chew your crew one by one, like a Now or Later
I make a heavy man light, turn a black kid white
Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight
I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka
Crush-a, stomp-a, nother, brother
I make MC´s go, "Heyy hoe heyy hoe"
Look at me now, whassup? HEY JOE!
You say you bad but good, but soft as oakwood
Perpetratin wild when you´re comin from NO hood
I wipe your style like doo doo, when I beat ya
Treat ya like an old Bible rhyme in school, teach ya
Like my son, did your mother tell you?
Pee pee´s on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?
You know me, I know you, you droppin lyrics
on the record that´s spinnin that smell like doo doo, yo get back
I rock styles on top, another Funky child
I kick a rhyme so swift, and make your girl smile
You better go off and think, cause I´m your father

Yo black, go back, step back, you´re wack [x5]

Check it! One two, you don´t wanna step to
crazy psycho patient from the Bronx, comin at you
I get hyper and deep, funky freaky flex
Bust my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X
People know they wack, in fact, I´m comin back black
Bustin stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out
You say you good with the mic, man I wonder why
You think I´m sleepin? But y´all was gone beddy-bye
Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New York
Everywhere I go hoe, never ridin I walk
You think you fly and don´t try, yo lick the penis B
I ride a rhyme to Mars, and go to Venus see
Take you on a trip and make you bug out, seek out
Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday whole week out
Check it, watch it, back up, slow down
The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go down
I make you quit rap, and try to get with Bobby Brown
Slide and glide, Boogie Down like James Brown
Never will I say I, watch me when I do that
When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?"
I know my tongue is long just like a lizard
Can you drop the mic - respect the funk wizard
I know you breakin your neck, to hear the X stuff
Back to burn, yo Sam, yo ain´t the X rough
I look at millions of groups and tell em get back

Yo black, go back, step back, you´re wack [x4]

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors
You rappers been played like suede Puma´s, yo bust it
I kick a style so rugged, they´re makin ? wet
Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet
Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus
Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as
I rock, you can´t, this ain´t your place to be
I make you cry kid, cover your face to me
I´m not the one, fairy tale like Patti LaBelle
My job is easy when I´m draggin em down to hell
You know my story when I´m throwin you off the cliff
Them jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif
I see these suckers better find another game plan
I never heard of you stupid! What´s your name man?
Don´t try to come back, we cut your hair bald B
Jump on my tip, when you´re takin a fall G
You see the style is mine, but can the X flow?
I make your fans get wild, and boo your next show
Kick it when I feel it, the X style reveal it
Don´t try the "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track
I give you more than some comp, I give you no SLACK
People know I wreck, did that kid - get the message?
I drop the rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

Yo black, go back, step back, you´re wack [x8]