First Come

 Yeah what's up what's up money it's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house and they act like they livin lavish Two thousand extreme with space chandeliers (space chandeliers) I mean rugs I mean just everything all over the carpet(yeah) With up

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lyrics and music by Kool Keith, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Additional lyrics by Jackie Jasper Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair with that plastic all on ya head, huh Man, Hey, Keith, who did ya gerry curls, man, look good I seen ya'll this mornin on ‘

Do not ring the bell, there is nobody home The spirits around will haunt you, do not ring the bell There is nobody home Apartment 223,(scratch: I'm very hungry) (3x) Apartment 223 with body parts under my bed Cut your abdomen out stab your fuckin lea

[Dr. Dooom] Yeah, and you say! (1 Adam 12, all cars) From the streets (assailant seen carrying two tec-9's) This is what's goin on (and several semi-automatic machine guns) (Everybody get extreme from backup) The revolution will not be televised (I g

[Dr. Dooom] Yeah Number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Straight out of solitary I got the block locked down Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay You don't want to step in my cell I eat your ass for real Even veterans go out with tight pan

[keith] Yo Jacky, this Keith. It's the answering machine I left the keys under the rug There's some meat up in the closet If you goin through it out tonight I'ma run up to tower records to get a pizza Aight Yeah [dr. dooom] Chewin alligator meat live

[dr. dooom] Yeah.. new york city! Dr. dooom pebblestone I took the batmobile out last night Went to tony rhome's.. and i seen.. Exaggeration {you were perpetratin, you was fake} [Chorus: repeat 4x] Spottin fools frontin fly, girls act material {you l

Hey baby This the one dr. dooom Still love you cause you ain't plastic Makin them peanut butter sandwiches Babies cryin, runnin around with dirty diapers The way you used to make the cool-aid With the weave all in your hair Even some droppin down in