Why don't I see any black people at my gigs
Why don't black people like my music
No blacks at my concerts
It really makes me sick
Do they hate me
Or are they just a little bit too thick
My lyrics
I love Kool Keith
You love Kool Keith
Everybody loves Kool Keith

Now what do you think about that
And how do you think Kool Keith feels

Please tell it like it is
Don't fuck around with words
When you fuck around with words
You make the situation worse
That's a bomb on the ground
Those are limbs flying through the air
These are bullets all around
That's cum in your hair

Some loss of life must be expected
When you go in shooting
Some rapes, why not
Some amputations
And a bit of looting
In olden days a glimpse of mangled face was something shocking
But now when the news has war and love
Anything goes, keep going

Please tell it like it is
Don't fuck around with words
When you fuck around with words
You make the situation worse
That's a bomb on the ground
Those are limbs flying through the air
These are bullets all around
That's blood in your hair

Why don't I see any black people at my gigs
Why don't black people like my music
No blacks at my concerts
It really makes me sick
Do they hate me
Or are they just a little bit too thick
My lyrics
I love Kool Keith
You love Kool Keith
Everybody loves Kool Keith, Kool Keith
… white kids
What do you think about that
And how do you think Kool Keith feels


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