Keith Turbo
Kool Keith Lyrics


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New York City! (Keith Turbo)
You're listening to the number one
The one and only (Keith Turbo)
Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Pontiac GTO
That's right we do it like that
Keith Turbo the new man
Here we go

Move in close range with the ARTCC
Air Route Traffic Control Center
I freeze MC's at maximum degrees
?? from the street when I ripped apartments
And the Corman suites
Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all
Attack ya like roaches
Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport
Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance
Runaway 18-L, pilot one, change in your slot
Number two you're through, dischargin' your battery
Stop rappin' to me
New York City's number one MC, that's real G
Who's that kid be ? Passengers are in position
Change your whole vision
Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Fakin' like you Tommy Gibbs
Technology program, you used to know
I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right

Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Man
I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls
That's right
Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerrillas]
It's all Turbo
Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
Let me show these kids what to do

RPM six hundred pound gorillas, twenty two not hot
Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks
Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people
Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin' you a lesson
False representation'll leave y'all sweatin' in the train station
Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura
That's why I laugh at ya
Like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
Financial trainin' on the campus
Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency
Don't mess with me

Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO
Pontiac, GTO

That's right y'all, it's all about NASA
When I ride around in my NASCAR
Don't think I'm Richard Petty, or Bobby Unser




Or even Al Unser, it's all Indy 500 when I run around
You know it, I come with the fluid like Jackie Stewart

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Kool Keith's song "Keith Turbo" depict his persona as a skilled and confident MC who dominates the rap game. He references the Air Route Traffic Control Center (ARTCC) and jets in the cockpit, establishing himself as a lyrical pilot who can take off and land with ease. Keith believes that his unmatched performance cannot be matched by anyone, and he advises weaker MCs not to step to him. He compares his determination to fly to the same determination that his fans have in supporting him.


Keith Turbo also alludes to the Pontiac GTO, a classic American muscle car that symbolizes speed, style, and muscle. He repeats the phrase "Pontiac GTO" as a way of emphasizing his bold and courageous personality. Keith exudes confidence in his lyrics, and his fans can feel and relate to his message, empowering them to take charge of their lives and achieve their dreams.


The song also has a lot of imagery related to aviation and technology, such as "storm scopes," "GPS," and "frequency." Keith Turbo portrays himself as a futuristic figure who has superior technical skills and is always ahead of his competition. The song's upbeat tempo, accompanied by samples from the famous "Apache" breakbeat, reflects Keith Turbo's energetic and dynamic personality.


Line by Line Meaning

New York City! (Keith Turbo)
Introducing himself, Keith Turbo, as number one in NYC


You're listening to the number one
Reinforcing that he is the top MC


The one and only (Keith Turbo)
Establishing his unique identity as Keith Turbo


Keith (Keith Turbo) Turbo
Repeating his name for emphasis


Pontiac GTO
Referencing his powerful car and style


That's right we do it like that
Confidently asserting his style


Keith Turbo the new man
Introducing himself as a new artist


Here we go
Starting the song with energy


Move in close range with the ARTCC
Comparing his skills to those of air traffic controllers in managing the mic


Air Route Traffic Control Center
Naming the control center where air traffic controllers work


I freeze MC's at maximum degrees
Bringing in a metaphor about freezing and then dominating other MCs


?? from the street when I ripped apartments
Unknown


And the Corman suites
Referencing a high-end hotel room


Two and a half units available, bass you can't trace
Advertising his distinct sound, bass-heavy and hard hitting


Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Boasting about his high altitude and how he attracts attention from others, specifically women


Turbo, jets in the cockpit
Reasserting that he's in control and powerful, like a pilot in a cockpit


You flock with weak kids on the block with
Dissing his competition as weak and inferior to him


For protection, I'll ruin your whole section
Warning his competition that he will destroy them to protect himself


For major alteration, my final approach is to spray y'all
Promising to change the game and revolutionize rap with his unique style


Attack ya like roaches
Comparing his attack style to that of a roach infestation, unstoppable


Don't step to me at the food court at the municipal airport
Challenging his competition to come to him anywhere, even at a public place like the airport food court


Your unmatched performance can't stop my endurance
Confirming his superiority and his resilience against competition


Runaway 18-L, pilot one, change in your slot
Referencing a runway and air traffic control again, claiming that he is in charge here and everyone else needs to step aside


Number two you're through, discharging your battery
Naming other competition by number and dismissing them


Stop rappin' to me
Telling other MCs to stop trying to compete with him, as they are inferior


New York City's number one MC, that's real G
Reiterating his status as the top MC, this time with a slang term 'real G'


Who's that kid be? Passengers are in position
Rhetorical question asking who could take him, without any takers stepping up


Change your whole vision
Demanding others to change their perspectives because he's just that good


Commercial instructors stop your stretch marks
Mocking the commercialized rap scene and encouraging artists to stay true to themselves


Take off your shirt I see your ribs
Insultingly telling other MCs that they're weak and frail


Fakin' like you Tommy Gibbs
Referencing a character in a movie, mocking other rappers for pretending to be somebody they're not


Technology program, you used to know
Referencing his technical prowess and putting down others who might have once had a glimmer of hope to compete with him


I used to study with Son of Sam, that's right
Revealing that he has a dark past and associates with notorious people, adding to his mystique and uniqueness


Man
Exclamation of his greatness


I can throw a hundred thousand pound walrus right through the walls
Making an impossible and exaggerated claim about his strength and ability


That's right
Reasserting his previous claim


Mad like five gorillas in the vocal booth [mad like five guerrillas]
Boasting about his intensity and energy in the studio


It's all Turbo
Reaffirming his unique style and persona


Yo Mom Duke, pass me my helmet
Addressing his mom and asking for his metaphorical 'helmet' to take on the competition


Let me show these kids what to do
Confidently boasting to show others how it's done


RPM six hundred pound gorillas, twenty two not hot
More exaggerated claims about his dominance, comparing it to a gorilla-like force


Engine accurate, GPS storm scopes on your folks
Making technological references to sound advanced


Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people
Referencing his fan base, and making assumptions about their race, possibly to indicate cross-genre appeal


Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse
Claiming that he's beyond his time and appeal and may not be understood by black fans


Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Asserting that he makes more money than other MCs


Triple that diamond around your necks, besides I hate cars
Making fun of his competition's jewelry and musical style because they all stereotype themselves


You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Using airplane language metaphorically to describe his MC style as turbulent and powerful


Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin' you a lesson
Bringing in a metaphor that he's an executive teaching others a lesson


False representation'll leave y'all sweatin' in the train station
Warning others to be true to themselves or they'll face consequences


Remember I'm blacker than your used Acura
Rhetorically playing with the idea of race, claiming he's 'blacker' and cooler than his competition


That's why I laugh at ya
Mocking his competition


Like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
Using a strange simile to implicitly call his competition weak and drug dependent


Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future with a phaser network
Mocking his competition for being old and outdated, while positioning himself as futuristic and technologically advanced


I bet ya I'll make your beck hurt
Threatening to cause pain to other MCs' backs, from the force of his music


Endorsements from the universities can't stop my abilities
Boasting about his abilities, and suggesting that even university endorsements are not enough to stop him


Financial trainin' on the campus
Referencing his business acumen, and his superiority over others


Sock ya like ? did Kurt Rambis
Using a strange and unknown metaphor to indicate his ability to defeat his competition easily


Fax you that flight number, stand by frequency
Playing with airline jargon again, telling others to wait for his next move


Don't mess with me
Warning others not to challenge him


That's right y'all, it's all about NASA
Bringing in another scientific reference after previously referencing an air traffic control center


When I ride around in my NASCAR
Bringing in another reference, suggesting he's a race car driver now


Don't think I'm Richard Petty, or Bobby Unser
Clarifying that he's not like other popular race car drivers


Or even Al Unser, it's all Indy 500 when I run around
Further asserting his superior race car driving abilities and connecting it to a famous race


You know it, I come with the fluid like Jackie Stewart
Comparing his flow to the smooth driving of a famous race car driver, Jackie Stewart




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Written by: KEITH THORNTON

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Comments from YouTube:

jemimallah

surely the funniest rap album ever made. even the production is hilarious, i.e. the stupid synth line at 1:26

unicron

Ngl him aesop doom and deltron changed ug hip hop

Chris Dickey

This is rock n roll Hall of Fame shit dummy. This man invented alt hip hop. Before him it was as materialistic as it is now.

M K

@Gene Schwartz It is equally funny and genius πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Gene Schwartz

nothing funny about these beats. this shit is genius level

Tao Quit

That brilliant, not stupid

Jason King

I can throw a 100,000 pound walrus right through the wall

Japreme Magnetic.

"Monitors equal/my 3 million new fans of white people/geared towards the universe/while black people think the worst." Kool Keith #RGM

Keithisill

Japreme Eloheem Fucking WORD bro!❀️

scose

Not only does Kool Keith rap about the ARTCC, he raps about moving people back in the line to take off as a sign of disrespect. This man wrote an air traffic control themed diss track

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