Dr Octagon - 14th Song On The Album Lyrics

Yeah, the fourteenth song on the album
Yeah, Kool Keith

My flow is cut even like Steve Harvey's toupee
Ask Tech and Sway, Christmas all year long, I will ban Santa
I don't care if you perform your first hit in the Copa Cabana
I study the weight class, watch 'em bite behind the neck

You gotta stick and move
Don't let a gorilla get you against the ropes with a banana
The same rappers hate my twist and turns
Awkward uptown Bronx style, star vocals jab like Tommy Hearns

Extravagant lifestyle rap, only the poor people love it
Your refurbished talk is not my concern
Spray Polo cologne on you well
You don't wanna step in the lobby
When a professional check in the hotel

The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album

Don't let the trophies and awards fool you
With the wet behind your ears organization
Who's gonna school you? I'm a true inner city scout
With version talent that's not ready, you're gonna lose too

Waste a lot of distribution money
Another face on the magazine out of nowhere
Lookin' retarded and funny
Two kids nineteen years old with long sideburns

Look like my grandfather's dad, fresh from go 'head and brag
Drop them same lyrics, a tough guy, I kill everybody glock drag
In a garbage bag, wipe your butt crack with a zig-zag

The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track
The fourteenth track on the album

White tie affair, I ban your tux
You think you're doin' somethin' eatin' at the Grand Deluxe?
Your verses to me is worth ten bucks
With a corny image that sucks

I pray heavy by the pond, I find those Donald Ducks
Who move in armored trucks
Uncircumcised cats with lame tracks
Got the nerve to press CD's and try to go to wax

The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album
The fourteenth track on the album

Whassup J, you did a good job