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
(this list is incomplete)
Girls Want You
Kool Keith Lyrics
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Girl, you know the game and when you start to run
Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky
He ain't nothin', girl, you know
Rappers who freestyle forever
Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa, admire my leather
Your girl get wetter, touchin' my custom made chains
I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie
DJ's gonna act like little feminine in more places
Bought the high heels, on the hard concrete
Remove your women's bra, feel chest
Wipe your eyeliners off your baseball cap
The Starter jacket don't match yo' faces
You put the thongs on, move your panty protectors in the right places
Terror in America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby's momma
I sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama
Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
Party whereabouts, don't ask me
Hold your Zippendales, this ain't Chippendales
Y'all Flippendales, move slow like snails
Thongs show your girl's tails, y'all blaze L's
Girl you know, the man ain't funky
But the brother is whack yo
What you tell your man, girl?
Remington blows with shells
Big Hank movin' dank comin' up the road with a full tank
Make your girl buy another drink
Joe Grieco, we break neck-o, hand your wife the peppermints
Who represents y'all can't close to me one inch
Y'all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench
Y'all know the Borden family, your fiance drive a Camry
Your hype man name is Annie
Your producer in the background wear the black panties
No time for the clean up service or nannies
Girl you know, the man ain't funky
But the brother is whack yo
What you tell your man, girl?
Feeble position wackster, what's up blackster
Lyrical master, asshole plaster
You a known hitter, with the first base glove
Your mom with the catcher's mitter
Pamper for your babysitter
Foul smells, your house smell like cat litter
Don't get bitter, I move and get rid of
Can't flow average, maverage
Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage
You got the nerve to rap like you live in Paris
Standard reels, I clown dummies
When your first advance is in your deal
Stage level, stiff with no skills
A bird with beak and bills
I crush you from New York
All the way out to Hollywood Hills
Girl you know, the man ain't funky
But the brother is whack yo
What you tell your man, girl?
Kool Keith, whatever, like rappers say
Like Big Daddy Kane say rappers steppin' to me
They wanna get some, you know the outcome
You wanna get some, you know the outcome
The song "Girls Want You" by Kool Keith is a critique of the hip-hop industry and its culture. The lyrics, while misogynistic, are meant to challenge the idea that male rappers are the pinnacle of success and that women are only interested in them for their fame and wealth. Keith's interpretation of the game of love is that it is a competition between men, with women as the prize. However, he is claiming that he is the real winner, suggesting that the other rappers are inferior to him. Keith's lyrics mock the stereotypes of machismo and hyper-masculinity that are often featured in rap music.
The lyrics are full of witty wordplay and puns, and highlight Kool Keith's intelligence and wit. The song is also full of pop-culture references, such as Madonna's flat ass, Johnny Bench's wood, and the Borden family. These references add to the unique character of the song and make it stand out among other hip-hop songs from the same era.
Overall, "Girls Want You" is a humorous and incisive critique of hip-hop culture that exposes some of the contradictions and hypocrisies of the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
You know the outcome
You understand what will happen
Girl, you know the game and when you start to run
You are aware of the situation and the expected reaction
Who is this new guy? Thinkin' he's funky
Who is this person? Believing they are impressive or unique
He ain't nothin', girl, you know
He is not significant, you recognize this
Rappers who freestyle forever
Artists who create spontaneous rap indefinitely
Can't afford to buy a cup of cocoa, admire my leather
They lack the funds for a hot drink, while I display my high-quality clothing
Your girl get wetter, touchin' my custom made chains
Your significant other becomes more interested by interacting with my unique jewelry
Your lip gloss on my Italian sweater
Your makeup stains my expensive clothing
I know you hate me already, go debate me with Freddie
I am aware that you dislike me already, go argue about me with someone else
DJ's gonna act like little feminine in more places
The DJ will behave in a feminine manner in various situations
Bought the high heels, on the hard concrete
Purchased high-heeled shoes and walking on tough, urban ground
Remove your women's bra, feel chest
Take off your bra, and feel your chest
Wipe your eyeliners off your baseball cap
Clean the makeup off of your baseball hat
The Starter jacket don't match yo' faces
Your jacket does not compliment your appearance
You put the thongs on, move your panty protectors in the right places
Wear your underwear strategically for better protection
Terror in America, feel my drama, defecate on your baby's momma
Experience my intense art, disrespecting your significant other
I sport the real gators, Lou Casey and Tony Llama
I wear authentic alligator skin, Lou Casey and Tony Llama shoes
Y'all act like divas with a flat ass like Madonna
You act like female celebrities with small buttocks
Party whereabouts, don't ask me
I don't know where the party is
Hold your Zippendales, this ain't Chippendales
Restrict your excitement, this isn't a strip club
Y'all Flippendales, move slow like snails
You strip slowly and sluggishly
Thongs show your girl's tails, y'all blaze L's
Your underwear reveals your backside, you smoke marijuana
Remington blows with shells
A shotgun blasts with ammunition
Big Hank movin' dank comin' up the road with a full tank
A large individual transports drugs while traveling with full fuel
Make your girl buy another drink
Force your partner to purchase another beverage
Joe Grieco, we break neck-o, hand your wife the peppermints
Joe Grieco and I snap necks, and then offer your partner some candy
Who represents y'all can't close to me one inch
No one you associate with can compete with me
Y'all need to sit down on the wood like Johnny Bench
You should sit down and observe, similar to a baseball player
Y'all know the Borden family, your fiance drive a Camry
You are acquainted with dairy farmers, and your partner drives a typical car
Your hype man name is Annie
Your energizer and assistant has a feminine moniker
Your producer in the background wear the black panties
Your behind-the-scenes worker dons female underwear
No time for the clean up service or nannies
There is no time to clean or care for children
Feeble position wackster, what's up blackster
Weak and powerless individual, what are you doing?
Lyrical master, asshole plaster
A skilled rapper covering up offensive behavior
You a known hitter, with the first base glove
You are a noted rapper, with beginner's gear
Your mom with the catcher's mitter
Your mom helps out and catches your mistakes
Pamper for your babysitter
Taking care of a childcare provider
Foul smells, your house smell like cat litter
Disgusting odors in your living space
Don't get bitter, I move and get rid of
Don't become resentful, I take action and eliminate obstacles
Can't flow average, maverage
I cannot perform at a mediocre level
Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage
Contaminated meals, pieces of produce, ending dish
You got the nerve to rap like you live in Paris
You have the audacity to portray a lavish lifestyle in your music
Standard reels, I clown dummies
Typical music presentation, I mock incompetent people
When your first advance is in your deal
Your initial payment is included in your contract
Stage level, stiff with no skills
Performing at a mediocre level with no talent
A bird with beak and bills
Using mundane objects as instruments
I crush you from New York all the way out to Hollywood Hills
I defeat and overpower you from one coast to the other
You wanna get some, you know the outcome
If you want to engage with me, you know what to expect
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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this is the greatest song of all time
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He kills it
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@wangslanger2
Great advice on how to treat ladies right here
@ianw9479
Let's compare this contribution to our evolution to say, Michaelangelo or Hawkins
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