DIAMOND AND THE PSYCHOTIC NEUROTICS - K.I.S.S. (Keep It Simple Stupid) lyrics

rate me

Uh, going out to the Zulu Nation

You go out with the old and in with the new

I'm well-situated cause I know what to do

When the mic is in my hand see I just stand firm

And wreck shit so the next man learns

How do you flow? I never run out of breath

So much sould I had to step to the left

Because my style's Abstract

See I form no definite picture but I get you anyway

And I like to say

You can play King Erisson and "Have A Nice Day"

I go on and on like inflation

Yeah, I shoot the gift on your radio station

I walk around uptown with my Dalmation

And when he's hungry he eats Kennel Rations

Huh, I give good vibrations

From the Rockies to the Appalachians

Hit skins across the nation

But I won't budge if she's on her menstration

Yeah, I won't swim in the red sea

Even if it's so Betsy

Rode more saddles than Willie Shoemaker

It doesn't take Diamond all day to make a

Hype slammin track, but I won't never rush

The proof is in the pudding so hush

Well don't smirk up your lips, where'd you get the audacity?

Give me five minutes and I'll show you how it has to be

Dun, don't front, you're not the first or the last to be

Warned of the skills I possess the capacity

I catch wreck just like Butch Cassidy

So don't sleep, moneygrip, or that ass'll be

Out of the frying pan, into the fire

Now I'm dead on your ass like Spencer for Hire

Word, but I'm not on the take

Brothers start to shake when I dig in the crates

And create a hype plate that rotates

On 33, with the flavor of a hoe cake

Yeah, I keep ticking like a Timex

I go the whole nine, so if you reach a climax

Blame it on the boogie, blame it on the rhythm

Blame it on the vibe that I give 'em

Yo, I used to smoke Newports, never toked on a Marlboro

See I'm from the Boogie and I'm proud, cause our borough

Was the first to take a five-second beat

Make it repeat, then it spread across the tri-borough

Living lovely, everything's teriffic

I get wicked just like Wilson Pickett

So come again, come again my friend

If you live by the pen then you'll die by the pen

I'm gonna live to be a senior citizen

Why? Because my shit is in

So come along on my musical journey

You don't need a ticket, cause Diamond can kick it

Like Pele, way back in his heyday

Going out to Butterball and my cousin Ray Ray

Never did a bid, but I almost did

I use my head cause I'm one smart kid

I don't own a Rolex but I absorb beats like a Kotex

And get funky just like Joe Tex

Word, see my rhymes make your brain tick

Brothers bump my tape because it's not the same shit

That you heard last year or the past year

I ring bells at the cashier

Because I'm a fun going guy with the notty dreadlocks

I once lost a bill betting on the Red Sox

But that's another topic, I used to cut rocket in the pocket

Three minutes and change, I'd better stop it

And I gotta give a shout out to G-Man, and Joe Control

Peace, I'm out