Non Stop - Kool Keith, Rah Digga

I used to rock with Red Alert coming down the block

Looking at my rocks, wearing minks outside

Looking out the binoc’s with some customer Ver socks

With my JVC box, catch you spill out, then spill out

Rolling around with chill out, girls sleeping on pillows

Looking out tinted windows, people flossing in rentals

I chew 'em like Mentos, burning up instrumentals

Boosting credentials, stopping rappers potentials

Crashing parties with cymbals, freaking broads with pimples

Taking pictures of breasts, going to dinner with bimbos

Turning rappers to embryo’s

Subway sandwiches, who want to play heroes

Head and shoulders, knees, and toes

Take a dump on your Afros, model and pose

Suckers floss their clothes

They must be high on a little bit of blow (That's cut)

T-wet, respect, T-wreck neglect

Them boys are insects

Non stop, non stop

Non stop from hopscotch and Pop Rocks

Foul coming out of my mouth like I’m a shock jock

Got it locked, stocked, neighborhood block watch

Swishing on you boys, all net, watch the shot clock

Do the Foxtrot all on your snot box

Drop a load on 'em like plop-plop

See, I could go on for eternity, non stop, the journey be

Self-proclaimed GOAT, I know, I know, the nerve of me

The constant aggression ever since adolescence

If I didn’t know better, I’d think my ass was molested

Take it out on these records, you should see their expressions

Hey, conscious music lovers, yeah, I do have a message

No, it’s not introspective, but a valuable lesson

Fuck around and get smoked, nothing left but some resin

Fuck around and get choked, might left some impressions

Be very afraid when Digga-Digga in your sessions, boys