It doesn't take long for the nightmarish news   to sweep the world like a shockwave.   The mighty Man of Steel, once the superchampion, admired by billions   has proclaimed himself a wildman.   Afraid of going on an uncontrollable rampage at any moment.    [Kool Keith]    Hey yo stupid, you thought I was over  Living like Oscar, Big Bird and Grover  I'm the X the man the first challenger  I keep rhymes in place like Bob Gallagher  Fittin, and in the chair I'm sittin  Rappers know I'm Kool, rappers know I'm Keith  Like Charlie Brown, good grief  I see rappers I know they turned African  I just pedal my bike, then I laugh again  I pull the girls with thread and one string  They say I'm steppin to them for one thing  But I don't think so, you think so, really?  Tapes is wack and new MC's sound silly  I hate to criticize, I have a problem  In this school wack rappers I'll solve them  They wanna be like Ultra on the jizock  Try to act like they not but on the kizock  Suckin, takin, aw-ll be slurpin  Comical bums your wack jams ain't workin  You ain't got the style to rock no man  You get a pound from me, but with no hand  Diss em, I'm not the one Miss Ferguson  Cold stupid as hell like George Jefferson  Yeah, you dummies better be careful  I pick up rappers and throw away a handful  Yes... I'm     pluckin everyone's card [steppin to the man]  (repeat 3X)    Twinkle twinkle twinkle little star  Behind those glasses I know who you are  You Racer X, here's rubber speed  You dissin James? He's chicken feed  He can't rap or clap or make a feet tap  How bout Monie and Nikki they both bullcrap  I see light in my lamp, but not on the mic  How could I diss myself in front of Dolemite  You wanna preach and teach and be a rebel  Then underline disguise and be the devil  Call yourself God, can you make it rain  Can you tell me how or what I'm thinkin in my brain  I'm not the bighead kid who wanna show off  I just pick up the mic and then I blow off  Dirt, crumbs, any type of feather  You ain't genuine, toyin real leather  Pleather, coming out in the weather  You rap on R&B tracks and whatever  Hi Uncle Tom, go head entertain  Dance and get sweaty, and let me use my brain  I think twice about the big bow tie  You wearin one? I wanna know why  I see fools all dressed in tuxedos  And at the Grammy's, a bag of Fritos  Dumb people wonder, dumb people think  Just to be large, do they have to wear a mink  Drive a Cadillac, drive a Benzo  A Rolls Royce with a funky Testarosso  I'd rather stay in New York and not Hollywood  Fool, I'm     pluckin everyone's card [steppin to the man]  (repeat 4x)    You takin off and you're gold and for what?  Because you wanna be down and so what?  You buy your African beads from Koreans  Africans, you walkin by human beings  You don't know, you're so stupid  Take the books you read you're still stupid  Learn, see the rappers I burn  You're coming next, it's your turn  Let me sprinkle Salt, let me sprinkle Pepa  on doo-doo, and whatever  You wanna speak on the X, then let's go with this  I know I'm talented, good, and such a pro at this  Trade, skill, future my job  And at lunch I eat a rap shishkabob  You wanna spin with the real and make a big deal  Yes, you're in the showcase showdown  I hope you're ready to rock and come blow down  Huff, and puff, like the big bad wolf  I'm not the man concerned with that story  Look out, watch, you're Three Feet and Sinkin  The Tribe's are lost and everyone's breath stinkin  [Ahhh, to the crossroad]  Look at one man carry many loads  I gotta move enlighten a sleepy world  Remember, I'm    pluckin everyone's card [steppin to the man]  pluckin everyone's card (yell at the top of my lungs) [steppin to the man]  (repeat 3X)     Hahahahaha, you can't even focus the energies of your own body   How can you hope to tuffle the God of War, against his will?    pluckin everyone's card (yell at the top of my lungs)  (repeat 3X)     You're one of those peace loving folk singers   Errrrr, let her contend with this...