Текст (слова) песни: T-Love f Kool Keith - Return of the B-Girl

[Kool Keith]
Yeah whassup T-Love
A lot of brothers be freestylin (right)
Blowin smoke at your clothes
Girls be out there with, weaves with
glue in they scalps, tryin to get loose
But it`s time to drop gooses! (true dat)
YouknowhatI`msayin?

"T, hit it off!"

[T-Love]
There`s a lot of girls rhymin on the mic with no direction
Don`t know why they flexin, forgot rules and lessons
The essence: beats and rhymes and shit
I`m about to show these bitches that I`ll die for this
With more than the skills to pay the bills at ?, I rock it
Nobody knows my name, at least I`m hittin pocket
It`s been a while.. "been-been-a, been-a, been a long time" -> Ra
Yeah, it`s been a long time since B-Girls got down
Now I be, mannered like Janet, Jack-me when I`m not lookin
Cause iffin I`m lookin, then you get YO` shit tooken
A hundred degrees of heat, under emcees who sleep-walkin
in some bibles since the age of three
See I be a rap editor, rhymer et cetera
to the letter or competitor, not in it for the cheddar
A calligraphist, envisionist
Yeah it`s been a long time but I`m back to make a diff`

Chorus: Kool Keith

That girl is wack.. That kid is wack..
That producer`s wack.. Your whole family`s wack..
"So wack that it`s bound to show"

[Kool Keith]
I`m systematic, graphic, outspoken, master past a certain MC
Abilities of enemies, construct nine million quitrillion
makes a brother brilliant, strong like Einstein
I find the underlying, words with verbs herb
Make me famous when I pull up on your anus
It`s disaster for the tri-state actor, in a circle like Urkel
Yo T-Love, these assholes are dirt specks on my rugs
Smokin blunts with stomach pumps
Pick up the mic, your crew`ll only rhyme once
For the budget, 70,000 Monopoly money
With a wack producer, usin Sonny Spitz
You on that "Keep it Real" list, you`re broke
You`re name is Captain Provoke, better know you ain`t
never eatin Tony Rhomes, files of culture I`m still dope
even not with Ultra -- back you saved this from Casio samples
I`m raw like green apples
Fly smooth, I ain`t got nuttin to prove
Your album has been out for forever
You didn`t even go plether
Plastic was your quota, Mr. Spiritual Philosopher
Prepare for your release for foul speech
You weak, like Cream of Wheat
I step to you and blow out assholes like Miami Heat
Yo, take off those boots, it`s ninety-five degrees out here
It`s fuckin hot

"So wack that it`s bound to show"

Chorus

[T-Love]
Return of the B-Girl promises
nothing less, than spectacular, with vernacular
Peep how T mackin the verb
like hoes strollin, on Pharoah, I`m givin you the narrow
The L-Down, I mean the skinny, this Pickaninny
went to rock battle, while she rides up to Denny`s
Nah I ain`t really tryin to diss nobody
But old school B-Girls swore in the Goddess
In studded Gazelles, they did windmills
West had on the Pumas, East had on the Shells
Rock the Bells sell prevailed by L`s lips
Serious about the type of styles we flipped
We get closer to millenium, B-Girls dwindlin
You don`t have to stress because "I`m, comin!"
It`s been a long time, I shouldn`t have left you
Sorry for the wack shit you slept through

Chorus 2X

[Kool Keith]
Yeah, it`s return of the B-Girl
T-Love in the house for the nine-seven
Pullin all, glue off wigs
That`s right, damagin skulls
That`s right it`s all beauty parlor skills
That`s right
Touchin up on the weaves and cuttin ends off

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