He didn't use no foul words, disrespect women....just straight up Emcee mic skills...A Real M.C...... Mic Controller... master of ceremony...Kool Keith....
I just found this track watching two B-Girls battling. You're spot on tho. Just straight up lyric madness. Impressive. Good shit right here. I find out school diamonds like this with the rawness, but the HEAVY RHYTHM to it too, and then I hear the crap shit out now, with the basic ass beats, and no flow. It's like I want to the young crowd. My rappers can beat up your rappers.
Learn to read, Learn to write, Learn to talk, Learn to walk, And watch your step though, I'm hype and right though, A kleptomaniac, A rhyming psycho, A Ricky Ricardo A Guy Lombardo, Sporting a rag top, An Eldorado Bruh Kool Keith lyrics make you think about something's 😂 dudes rhyme skills is so abstract but a nice has flow. #classicgem
First time i heard this was when i was in High School in 92 or 93. Thought it was Fire 🔥 then, and i still Know it’s 🔥 HipHop was Exploding and In its Glory Days back then. il never stop listening to great music, no matter how old it is
I ignored KK for years not having the mentality to understand him. Now i caught up and consider him the best original mc ever. Doesn't get enough credit
Kook Keith was one of (if not the first emcee) to master the on beat-off beat style. I was 15 living in Norfolk at the time this dropped. No one liked it but me; the lyrics went over their heads. (Some things never change.) 😂
@@1974cfjl Do you have that version on vinyl to convert? Also, do you have this on vinyl or can you convert it? ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-sW9BhbVkceY.html
@@borchabronx Just look at the Beatminerz page on Discogs, you will see these names among Evil Dee, Mr Walt and Baby Paul. Check the back of the Poppa Large single too, you will read "EAST COAST MIXES : Remixed by : "Da Beatminerz" (Ike Lee & Aaron Lyles)"
This is one of them tunes that… Here at the southernmost coast of Afrika I’d pull into my mate’s bar-club in the city centre after work and sometimes get on the decks and the hip hop heads would flood in.
Original. Innovator of complex rhyme patterns. Yet, keith is not acknowledged as one the legends. The problem is, his style was way over everybody's head. Hip-hop fans of the early to mid 80's couldn't make the jump from hearing simple rhymes of ll cool j and run dmc to brilliant futuristic entertaining lyricisism of keith.
Eglinton West same as today. Fans of todays hip hop cant jump from hearing plain lyrics to hearing lyrcial lyrics like these thats why this kind of rap dont get paid much attention to any more.
I get in shape and do my physical fitness Your head's numb, so your brains a miss this Pick 'em up, eat 'em up, pick 'em up, beat 'em up Pick 'em up pimple head, pick 'em up picky I roll wit globs and I come real sticky Ripping the mic, I plug it up in your ears Crazed and brewer. I'm coming out like beers Like Rheingold, Miller, Coors, and Buds I'm a eat 'em wit popcorn and treat 'em like suds you duds Coming out the wick wack, wicky, wick able wack Black jack, that's a fact, writing exact behind your back The funk rhyme to master, blaster Kicking up in a brainstorm, rainstorm Rap storm, rap form, rap time, rap rhyme Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass To continue, from the more, hype tip I roll and rock, rock and roll Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues Dance and fusion, pain confusion Look at the lights, what a night on the town I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast Now I'm back to funk, freak the funk Hype the funk, swipe the funk and all that junk I get busy on 'em, communicate wit the world Man, woman, a baby boy and a girl Poppa large looking out the pawn shop Taking stroud while your face and arms drop Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write learn to talk, learn to walk And watch your step though, I'm hype and ripe though Kleptomaniac, my rhyme is psycho A Ricky Ricardo, a Guy Lombardo Sporting a rag top, an El Dorado Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards The rhymes is gain type, I'm ready to pull it's card Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce I'm pouring L.A. juice hitting the top, feeling the rim Getting a trim, I never rhyme like them On and on, on and on, on and on until the break of dawn I go overtime, rock the mic in nighttime Daytime, switching off to Prime time Specifically, strolling back in the west time Rock the funk wit the mic in the east rhyme Hype and dope, hype the frame, the mic is smoking Yo, I ain't joking Rhyme to kill, rhyme to murder, rhyme to stomp Rhyme to ill, rhyme to romp Rhyme to smack, rhyme to shock, rhyme to roll Rhyme to destroy anything toy boy On the microphone I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast You're dripping sweaty, coming hard on your neck As I flow and grow from head to toe Seeking a style like John McEnroe Dissing 'em all, serving them wit the mic stand Like Prince and Michael coming out wit a big band The crowd is loud, you can pay as the manager Run wit the money, I pull the trigger and damage ya Boom, taking life more serious I may sound lyrical and very mysterious Rhymes are grip tight, no grams to kill more A son of Sam, how could I begin more Grabbing the mic, you see the dark and shadows You're in living hell, the funk, pound to pound The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing I'm coming out in sighting Like I'm Blackula, a better man that Dracula Spectacular and not irregular in fact you are speaking impopular Rhymes are moved and you can't be stop wit the Beat as it goes to the rhyme that flows Like a coke in a straw burning up in your nose That's a bad habit, stepping out on stage one Drop the mic, come and turn to page one Look at the master, my range is higher My lyrical burns, your brain's on fire I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast I'm Poppa Large, big shot on the East coast
The majority of rap is about braggadocio. Keith is simply keeping that tradition alive referring to himself as an important person with a large presence in a particular geographical area. See also Big Daddy Kane.
