Kool Keith - Black Elvis Lyrics

[Kool Keith]

Yeah!

For the 2000 (2000)

Black Elvis (Black Elvis)

We get raw with this (hand me my guitar)

Tour bus packed (tour bus packed)

Black Elvis recordin in the 48 track studio

Madison Square Garden soundcheck to speak direct

Fans in the upper level backstage passes

Wearin diamonds around my glasses leather coat

Thirty thousand from Wilson countin the mill's

I'm talkin to Andre Harrell with a chaffeur drivin me around

in the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel, on Fifth Avenue

Steppin in Bloomingdale's, waitin for Celine Dion to get her nails done

Tour dates start tomorrow, MCI send the cash through Wells Fargo

Black Elvis, 28 G's a night

Tour bus with the Motley Crue, who gon' stop who?

Rock star don't need no tattoo

Guitar out of the sharp, Fender bass with the Stratocaster

With Prodigy, Rage Against the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean

with the potion

Chorus: cool Keith

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway

What y'all thinkin about?

Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway

Chillin in the project hallway

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[Kool Keith]

Tour bus, painted neon green with black wheels

We do big wheels, count big head Franklin bills

Movin up that's when I'm Black Elvis at the Civic Center

Promoter book venues that are too small, ignore the call

Seventy thousand jam packed arenas

with rock fans wearin backpacks

Merchandise sell nice gold shirts with red lights

Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken

The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again

Roadie cases for eight months, Samsonite suitcases

Rappers comin home with no money on the red eye with dead eyes

Stadium tickets, watch scalpers get wicked

Pull up in my limo ejecting your demo (your demo)

Stretch lamborghinis with four doors, with four floors

Followin right behind yours, basic Continental

Get out your rental before I get mental

(Yeah baby)

Chorus 2X

[Kool Keith]

Huge signs on highways, you see the biggest advertisements

I meant to man the bombs off and skip my next assignment

Walk in the Sony building, grab checks

Stop in a Hilton, Warner Brothers Chap' on the back

of my royalty statements, my name is Matthew

Three apartments on the West with 200 songs

Five minutes each on Ampex reels

At the Shark Bar chewin billionaire meals

At the Apollo, can you digest?

I'm a hard act to swallow

With a Paris France with a real estate agent

that's building me a kid's playground in Denver, Colorado

Vacation unknown when I'm speakin 3-way with Roberto Duran

and Sugar Ray Leonard on the cellular phone

Upstate Connecticut, hold you rap style with a better grip

(I'm a rock star now)

Chorus 2X