In Your Face lyrics

[Kool Keith]
I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll pull steel
Show these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack n*ggas when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put n*ggas in fear, the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around n*ggas collars
Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put em in a stash
Never laugh at you, explain plans, what to do
Machine guns on tour, pajama for your soft crew
Don't step to me with sh*t the candle wax is gettin lit
I'm solo now, and still money I have to f*ckin split
Business ain't straight in glamour world, f*ckin hellgate
All these things I been through, your skull deserves a metal plate
Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack

Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 3X)

I get personal, direct, straight, (I) bring it forward
(Where?) .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)

[Kool Keith]
For everybody a problem manager
30% get my photo session ready, songs to the f*ckin president
I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin all that brain-walkin
Up with hit records on feet, in the f*ckin rain
Through merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
This sh*t flop first, and now it's time that you work this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
n*ggas ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your spirits down, samples now you have to clear it
n*ggas talkin sh*t like lyric records, I ain't tryin to hear it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one f*ckin ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your f*ckin breath
You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new sh*t, mental secrets for yo' asscrack
Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract
I got witnesses watchin, statements over budget
Don't try to hide behind that f*ckin mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the sh*t in the grass now
Chorus

[Kool Keith]
I'm sittin quiet with tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob'
Extortion is over, I c*ck back, you lose your f*ckin job
Two years of my time is precious in my kid's mind
With child support, I drag your coffins in the court
We even Steven, f*ck that, my time and rent is short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever sh*t, f*ck it man, go 'head lie
I wake up six o'clock with triggers c*cked every morning
I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gunsmoke
I'll be scrubbin halls, wipin blood off the office walls

Chorus: Kool Keith (repeat 4X)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it forward
Where? .. IN YOUR FACE! (In yo' face)

[Kool Keith]
Yeah, yeah
Let's get some f*ckin hit records goin right now
East coast to West coast, I don't give a f*ck
His sh*t is wack, their sh*t is wack
That sh*t is wack over there
Ain't nuttin f*ckin movin
Get some f*ckin bullets on the f*ckin charts
f*ck that, let's do this (y'all ain't ready)