Rhyme That Quit - Project Polaroid, Kool Keith

The bars is open, everybody order your Amstel

Put the hot dog on the grill, though that fell

Don’t tell Gunt about the new dance called the Elephant Front

With Kelly the smut, the bellies we hunt

The Pac Bell phone, the cellies we want

She stood up, don’t tell me this cunt

Football’s back, a kick and a punt

On planes I kick and I jump

Kool-Aid, pump the cherry fully loaded like Herby hit bumps

They howl on that Burberry, surroundin that turkey

Too cold to go slow down the street eatin coleslaw

In a Barney suit, I see him gettin harassed and stopped by the po-po

That’s the guy… ask him but he don’t know

His lyrics can’t get up to a certain height

They come back down the hill, I tell him, I won’t go

Yeah, his lyrics gave up on him

They went up the hill, came back down

It was too steep to try to make it

Can you imagine a rhyme, walkin back down the hill

Tellin, the poet, I won’t go