Track details
Released in: 2006
Album: The Rule Of Cool Vinyl [NEO028]
Lyrics
Let me tell you something, okay?
I don't know who the fuck you think you are
If you wanna talk about reputations
And if by some fucking miracle long shot you haven't heard of my reputation
Let me tell you who the fuck I am
I am the fucking Sultan of Slick
I am the rule of fucking cool!
You wanna be a gangster?
You wanna be a thug?
You sit at my fucking feet and gather the pearls that emanate forth from me!
Because I'm the fucking original, straight-first-foremost, pimp-mack, fucking hustler, original gangster's gangster!
Be cool
Have you lost your mind?
I mean, how is it that you can disrespect a mans music to our style of dress
Not to mention your basic imitation of our sense of cool; walk, talk, dress, mannerisms
We enrich your very existence, all the while contributing to the gross national product through our achievements
It's these conceits that comfort me when I am faced with the ignorant, cowardly, bitter and bigoted, who have no talent, no guts
People like you who desecrate things they don't understand when the truth is - you should say thank you, man
And go on about your way
But apparently you are incapable of doing that!
So...
Don't tell me to be cool
I am cool!
Be cool
I am cool!
Let me tell you something
I am the fucking Sultan of Slick
I am the rule of fucking cool!
You wanna be a gangster?
You wanna be a thug?
You sit at my fucking feet and gather the pearls that emanate forth from me!
Because I'm the fucking original, straight-first-foremost, pimp-mack, fucking hustler, original gangster's gangster!
Don't tell me to be cool
I am cool!
Be cool
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