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  • Yo, Kool Keith
    Bronx in the house
    Y'all know how to ill, I'ma take you to the real
    Challenge the ill, brother to God
    You just a ancestor, you know the **** dyker
    You ride around Manhattan as a gay biker
    Non-homo, you a gay hiker
    Trust funds one on your nose
    Lethal injections, front row at the Source Awards
    My public shocked, pee on publicity
    The urine splash off the Billboards
    The top MC to me is Traci Lords, get what I mean?
    Man, Traci Lords
    Plastic fake like your backup band with drum setup
    Guys blowin horns
    With light Twinkie sounds on your keyboards
    Y'all mad at each other
    [Chorus]
    Y'all want Star Wars
    Y'all want Star Wars
    Y'all want publicity, y'all want Star Wars
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    [Kool Keith]
    My job is to utilize beats like this
    Rap on beats like this, you know the amplitude, is rude
    Mad planet at Sizzler
    Ballers love the open bar but they're secrets with the seasoning
    Type of hyper king to defecate in your food
    Ask Tommy King from the health department
    I put the urine stains in the mansion
    That's $75 a apartment
    All secret toilets well
    Number one rapper, go in the public bathroom
    Don't even stop at Shell, around Puerto Rican Day parade
    Blacks feel it, relax under my {?}
    Your family is Frankie Beverly, cats spit out the Maze
    [Chorus]
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    Y'all want that publicity
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    Y'all want that publicity
    [Kool Keith]
    Teachers from Del Monte used to Bath & Bodyworks
    Familiar, when I'm layin in the cut
    Watch me front in a 310 car blastin Ashanti
    Or Maury Santana, scatter takin the honies out to Panda Express
    For the Panda's best, girl the exttravagance is lovely
    Though the business is about to go down
    Take you down to the alley, where you think the top models buy the dress
    Easy on the hot wings, baby you got 2 real players
    You better share them things
    I wear the real, you flaunt the costume
    Flash your bubblegum rings, like they new
    Tomorrow watch the Japanese dress, y'all follow
    That's right
    [Chorus]
    Y'all want the Star Wars
    Y'all want the publicity
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    Publicity in action
    Y'all want the Star Wars (y'all want the Star Wars)
  • Yo, Kool Keith
    Bronx in the house
    Y'all know how to ill, I'ma take you to the real
    Challenge the ill, brother to God
    You just a ancestor, you know the **** dyker
    You ride around Manhattan as a gay biker
    Non-homo, you a gay hiker
    Trust funds one on your nose
    Lethal injections, front row at the Source Awards
    My public shocked, pee on publicity
    The urine splash off the Billboards
    The top MC to me is Traci Lords, get what I mean?
    Man, Traci Lords
    Plastic fake like your backup band with drum setup
    Guys blowin horns
    With light Twinkie sounds on your keyboards
    Y'all mad at each other
    [Chorus]
    Y'all want Star Wars
    Y'all want Star Wars
    Y'all want publicity, y'all want Star Wars
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    [Kool Keith]
    My job is to utilize beats like this
    Rap on beats like this, you know the amplitude, is rude
    Mad planet at Sizzler
    Ballers love the open bar but they're secrets with the seasoning
    Type of hyper king to defecate in your food
    Ask Tommy King from the health department
    I put the urine stains in the mansion
    That's $75 a apartment
    All secret toilets well
    Number one rapper, go in the public bathroom
    Don't even stop at Shell, around Puerto Rican Day parade
    Blacks feel it, relax under my {?}
    Your family is Frankie Beverly, cats spit out the Maze
    [Chorus]
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    Y'all want that publicity
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    Y'all want that publicity
    [Kool Keith]
    Teachers from Del Monte used to Bath & Bodyworks
    Familiar, when I'm layin in the cut
    Watch me front in a 310 car blastin Ashanti
    Or Maury Santana, scatter takin the honies out to Panda Express
    For the Panda's best, girl the exttravagance is lovely
    Though the business is about to go down
    Take you down to the alley, where you think the top models buy the dress
    Easy on the hot wings, baby you got 2 real players
    You better share them things
    I wear the real, you flaunt the costume
    Flash your bubblegum rings, like they new
    Tomorrow watch the Japanese dress, y'all follow
    That's right
    [Chorus]
    Y'all want the Star Wars
    Y'all want the publicity
    Y'all want them Star Wars
    Publicity in action
    Y'all want the Star Wars (y'all want the Star Wars)