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… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
As I get older, I 've shied away from a lot of convention. I've just been making my records. — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
I mean the world is a place where it feels like a woman has to go out everywhere in society, you have to buy… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
Infrareds on little people standing with some big heads, I was Captain Kirk, walkin' with a black t-shirt. LAPD, the nurse asked did my… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
People tend to lock into one thing that you do that they consider to be better than the last one. — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
I get atomic, hypo-galactical... Word to mom, I'm in my own world. Galaxy rays? Powerful. — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
They use the simple back and forth, the same, old rhythm That a baby can pick up, and join, right with 'em. But their… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
Supersonic bionic robot voodoo power Equator ex my chance to flex skills on Ampex — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
But still at that particular level of commercialism I listen to those projects I still hear some stagnation in a lot of the stuff. — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
I'm one of those artists that people take my music without my consent. People love to snatch my music and do things on their… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
I come prepared with the white suit and stethoscope, Listen to your heartbeat, delete beep beep BEEP. Your insurance is high, but my price… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
I call you once...you never dialed back. Twice...you never dialed back. Saturday morning, live, I'm on Soul Train, talkin' to Don Cornelius. Saturday night,… — Kool Keith Copy Share Image
