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Keith Turbo Lyrics

[kool keith]
New york city! (keith turbo)
You're listening to the number one
The one and only (keith turbo)
Keith (keith turbo) turbo
Pontiac, gto
That's right, we do it like that
Keith turbo, the new man
Here we go


Move in close range, with the artcc
Air route traffic control center
I freeze mc's at maximum degrees
?, from the street when I ripped apartments
And the corman suites
Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace
Your girl starin in my face at 7, 000 feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all
Attack ya like roaches
Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport
Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance
Runaway 18-l, pilot one, change in your slot
Number two you're through, dischargin your battery
Stop rappin to me
New york city's number one mc, that's real g
Who's that kid b? passengers are in position
Change your whole vision
Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Fakin like you tommy gibbs
Technology program, you used to know
I used to study with son of sam, that's right

(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
Man (keith turbo)
I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls
That's right
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerillas]
It's all turbo
Yo mom duke, pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what to do

Rpm 600 pound gorillas, 22 not hot
Engine accurate, gps storm scopes on your folks
Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people
Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, m-20-f, executive manifestin you a lesson
False representation'll leave y'all sweatin in the train station
Remember I'm blacker than your used acura
That's why I laugh at ya
Like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
Y'all play frankie beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
Financial trainin on the campus
Sock ya like? did kurt rambis
Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency
Don't mess with me

(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
(keith turbo) pontiac, gto
(keith turbo) pontiac, gto

That's right y'all, it's all about nasa
When I ride around in my nascar
Don't think I'm richard petty, or bobby unser
Or even al unser, it's all indy 500 when I run around
You know it, I come with the fluid like jackie stewart

(keith turbo)
(keith turbo)
(keith turbo) *laughing*

(keith turbo) *laughing*

(keith turbo)

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An original member of New York's new-school pioneers the Ultramagnetic MC's, "Kool" Keith Thornton is best known as a solo rapper. His signature style is stream-of-consciousness lyrical flow and complex vocals, two skills that earn him a perennial nod from the underground hip-hop community. The average Kool Keith album is peppered with bizarre, disjointed, even delusional or disassociated themes, concepts, and references. Nearly all of his albums incorporate a satirical dislike for more commercialized strains of hip-hop, as well as major record labels.

Thornton's early career and lyrics with the Ultramagnetic MC's often referenced his time as a patient of Bellevue, a psychiatric hospital, where he was treated for depression. With Ultramagnetic MC's, his abstract style developed, maturing in songs like Poppa Large. He was probably the first rapper to create an alter ego, and then create an alter ego for that alter ego (Kool Keith v. Moe Luv). After the Ultramagnetic MC's broke up, he expanded his resume, experimenting with new styles, including his self-described pornocore, known for pornographic imagery and brutal, abstract lyrics. Sex Style released in 1997, was the showcase for this genre.

Teaming up with Dan the Automator Nakamura under the name Dr. Octagon, Thornton again reinvented his image, recording the self-titled Dr. Octagon album (later reissued under the title Dr. Octagonecologyst) which was released by the English trip hop label Mo Wax. The album received critical acclaim, though mainly from sources outside the mainstream hip-hop community. The critical success of the album helped to open the accessibility of the underground hip hop scene to an appreciative audience. For Dan the Automator, this album laid the foundation for a burgeoning career and accolades as a producer; for Thornton, the success of Dr. Octagonecologyst seemed to put him in danger of being typecast as a "space and Mars" rapper, or an industry tool, which he throughout his career has looked down upon.

His style as a whole is characterized by non sequiturs and bizarre commentary, particularly anal, fecal and genital references. For example, "Chief administrator suck my oil," "Dr. Ludicrous I turn into an octopus," "All this jealousy shit is mayonnaise and celery shit," "Two drinks minimum, don't worry, we're maximum," etc. An instrumental version of the album, Instrumentalyst, showcased the production, became a rising success with most of the credit given to Dan the Automator and other collaborators, even though Thornton is credited on the LP with some production duties.

List of projects, groups and alter-egos:

- Ultramagnetic MC's
- Dr. Octagon
- Dr. Dooom
- Sinister 6000 (Dan the Automator)
- Black Elvis
- Masters of Illusion
- Analog Brothers
- Mr. Nogatco
- Project Polaroid
- Tashan Dorset
- Sex Style
- Ultra
- The Cenobites
- Sergei Khmelev




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