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)
Rubba Love
Kool Keith Lyrics
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Kool Keith is back y'all
Big Wille, Papa Large, kickin' the funk for you
Jealous people out there, check it out
I see you moving your feet, bopin' ya head
Noddin' ya head, dropin' ya head
The sounds of the phantom, kickin' on the dance floor
I represent for the world like the president
Strong as a bag of dust, style like and elephant
No rapper out there, MC's on my public hair
Girls stare, section 8, I'm on welfare
Collectin' papes and hearing whack city tapes
You in the fruit crew rappin' with a bunch of grapes
I see MC's on videos and the music box
That story's weak that your mean and you're bustin' glocks
You're just an old stone kid, pebble throwin' rocks
I'd rather drive and ooh with your girl friend
Your man is ugly the kid look like Gentle Ben
Don't get hype 'cause your style man ain't my type
You better step off I see it in your eye
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Back again my friend, I drop you spin the record
One stations' confused and the others can't check it
You playin' stuff to me that sounds local
I didn't even hear it down south in Acapulco
I write national you play it for the whole world
Brothers with the perm and girls with the Jheri Curl
So many rapper, I have to call Sandman
Do, do in the pollo and everybody's whack, man
I watch BET and MTV
Around the globe all the girls wanna see me
I'm in your club tonight, I can wear a suit
With my man Malik, L.O., spendin' mega loot
My pockets fat, my Caddy with a diamondback
Mature honey's get wet, wanna hit the sack
I count 10 though and throw it on a Coup De Ville
I'm up in Burbank with acres out in Cherry Hill
I'm livin' stupid and people think I'm Bob Barker
With my food stamps, I'm home watchin' Archie Bunker
My neighbor's nosy that old lady Rosie
Sucka's in the musical biz think they know me
They buyin' charts and flicks in the Billboard
Can't rap for crap with nerve to hold a mic chord
I cut radio waves with a Zoro Sword
You think I'm small lady in the red Ford
You in the mirror lookin' in my face
Ah ha, so that's how it is?
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Third and Lex I fix my radio a sudden change
That R&B live band with singers sounds strange
Everybody's a fool if you think it's cool
Sittin' with Ex-Lax on the potty stool
I got tissue for you in the projects
Playin' the bomb drinkin' Balantine X
I see brothers in cars pump they Alpine
They bought Snoop Dog and want a free tape of mine
Shame on you baby paw you so cheap
I hop in a Cadillac and drive up the street
I see my man, my tape he bought in his hand
He got green stacks and props in a rubber band
I'm on the wheel side drivin' on the left side
Checkin' out honey dips and freaks on the westside
I got big blow and all sorts of Bubble Yum
Bad breath kids step, rappers need chewing gum
I'm like De La, droppin' kickin' more soul
Sounds are new and they drum machines sound old
Lyrical dummies, I make 'em turn do a summy
Girls surprised I'm black and I'm not bummy
I ride the train and still flip out on your brain
I move your dome to a lot lift it with a crane
You on my D head get back off my chisel
Chic a chic, ah wee
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Yeah this goes out to all the people in the world
Who are still jealous
Jealous of the next man, jealous of the next girl
That's right, still jealous, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha
The song "Rubba Love" by Kool Keith is an upbeat and funky track that addresses the issue of jealousy among people. Keith kicks off the song by praising his ability to make people move and groove to his music. He then goes on to assert his superiority as an artist, claiming that no one can compare to him. He taunts other rappers, saying they are on his public hair, and dismisses their tough exterior, saying they are just stone kids throwing pebbles. Keith also highlights how he writes national hits and plays music for the world, while other rappers stick to local sounds. Keith goes on to talk about his lavish lifestyle and how he has a lot of money. He ends the song by addressing the audience and telling them not to be jealous because their hearts pump "rubba love," a unique and exclusive love that only he can give.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase, "Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love." Keith's use of the phrase "rubba love" is significant because it suggests the type of love that is only available to those who are unique and exceptional, like Keith himself. Towards the end of the song, Keith emphasizes that everyone has something that they are good at, and the key is to embrace and celebrate those differences, rather than feel jealous about them.
Overall, "Rubba Love" is a song that celebrates the power of uniqueness and discourages jealousy. Keith's confident and brash persona shines through in the song, and his message of self-love and acceptance is both empowering and inspiring.
Line by Line Meaning
I see you moving your feet, bopin' ya head
I notice you dancing and nodding along to the music
Noddin' ya head, dropin' ya head
Continuing to nod and groove to the rhythm
The sounds of the phantom, kickin' on the dance floor
The music is captivating and energizing the crowd
You move and boogie more
You can't help but dance and have a good time
I represent for the world like the president
I am a global figure, respected and recognized like the president
Strong as a bag of dust, style like an elephant
I am powerful and my unique style is unforgettable
No rapper out there, MC's on my public hair
No other rapper can compare to me, they're just insignificant
Girls stare, section 8, I'm on welfare
Women are attracted to me, despite my financial situation
Collectin' papes and hearing whack city tapes
I am making money and listening to terrible music
You in the fruit crew rappin' with a bunch of grapes
You are associating with a group of weak and unimpressive rappers
I see MC's on videos and the music box
I observe other rappers on music videos and TV shows
That story's weak that your mean and you're bustin' glocks
Your claims of being tough and dangerous are unconvincing and weak
You're just an old stone kid, pebble throwin' rocks
You are insignificant and your attempts to make an impact are futile
I'd rather drive and ooh with your girl friend
I would prefer to spend time with your girlfriend in an intimate manner
Your man is ugly the kid look like Gentle Ben
Your boyfriend is unattractive and resembles Gentle Ben
Don't get hype 'cause your style man ain't my type
Don't get excited because your style doesn't appeal to me
You better step off I see it in your eye
You should back off because I can sense your intentions
Back again my friend, I drop you spin the record
I have returned and I provide the music while you DJ
One stations' confused and the others can't check it
Some radio stations are unsure about playing my music while others are unable to understand its quality
You playin' stuff to me that sounds local
You are playing music that lacks originality and appeal
I didn't even hear it down south in Acapulco
Even in Acapulco, a popular tourist destination, your music is not being played
I write national, you play it for the whole world
My music is written for a global audience, while you only play it locally
Brothers with the perm and girls with the Jheri Curl
There are men with permed hair and women with Jheri Curls in the audience
So many rapper, I have to call Sandman
There are numerous rappers, so I need to bring in Sandman, a fictional character who puts people to sleep
Do, do in the pollo and everybody's whack, man
Everyone is mediocre and unimpressive in the rap game
I watch BET and MTV
I watch BET and MTV, popular television channels for music content
Around the globe all the girls wanna see me
Women from all over the world desire to see me
I'm in your club tonight, I can wear a suit
I am present at the club tonight and I can dress formally
With my man Malik, L.O., spendin' mega loot
I am accompanied by my friends Malik and L.O., spending a large amount of money
My pockets fat, my Caddy with a diamondback
I have a lot of money and I drive a Cadillac with a diamondback design
Mature honey's get wet, wanna hit the sack
Attractive and experienced women are interested in getting intimate with me
I count 10 though and throw it on a Coup De Ville
I count $10,000 and spend it on a luxurious car
I'm up in Burbank with acres out in Cherry Hill
I am in Burbank, a wealthy neighborhood with large properties in Cherry Hill
I'm livin' stupid and people think I'm Bob Barker
I am living an extravagant and luxurious lifestyle, causing people to compare me to Bob Barker, known for his hosting on The Price Is Right
With my food stamps, I'm home watchin' Archie Bunker
Despite my wealth, I still receive government assistance and spend my time watching Archie Bunker, a fictional character from a sitcom
My neighbor's nosy, that old lady Rosie
My neighbor, an old lady named Rosie, is constantly prying into my business
Sucka's in the musical biz think they know me
Incompetent individuals in the music industry believe they understand me
They buyin' charts and flicks in the Billboard
They are manipulating the charts and purchasing spots in the Billboard rankings
Can't rap for crap with nerve to hold a mic chord
They cannot rap well, yet they have the audacity to hold a microphone
I cut radio waves with a Zoro Sword
I dominate the airwaves with my exceptional skills, like Zoro with his sword
You think I'm small lady in the red Ford
You underestimate my abilities, comparing me to an insignificant woman in a red Ford
You in the mirror lookin' in my face
You are fixated on my expression in the mirror
Ah ha, so that's how it is?
You have finally understood the true nature of the situation
Third and Lex I fix my radio a sudden change
At the intersection of Third Avenue and Lexington Avenue, I adjust my radio and experience a sudden shift in music
That R&B live band with singers sounds strange
The live R&B band with singers sounds unusual and unfamiliar
Everybody's a fool if you think it's cool
Everyone is foolish if they believe this strange music is actually cool
Sittin' with Ex-Lax on the potty stool
In an unpleasant situation, akin to sitting on a toilet while using Ex-Lax, a laxative
I got tissue for you in the projects
I have assistance and resources available for you in the low-income housing projects
Playin' the bomb drinkin' Balantine X
I am enjoying myself, listening to great music and drinking Balantine X, a brand of beer
I see brothers in cars pump they Alpine
I observe men in their cars, playing loud music on their Alpine sound systems
They bought Snoop Dog and want a free tape of mine
They purchased Snoop Dog's music and now want my music for free
Shame on you baby paw you so cheap
I am disappointed in your behavior, you are being frugal and stingy
I hop in a Cadillac and drive up the street
I casually get into a Cadillac and drive down the street
I see my man, my tape he bought in his hand
I encounter my friend who has purchased a copy of my music
He got green stacks and props in a rubber band
He has a large amount of money and praise for my music, kept in a rubber band
I'm on the wheel side drivin' on the left side
I am on the driver's side, driving on the left side of the road
Checkin' out honey dips and freaks on the westside
I am observing attractive women and interesting individuals on the west side of town
I got big blow and all sorts of Bubble Yum
I have expensive drugs and various flavors of bubblegum
Bad breath kids step, rappers need chewing gum
Untalented rappers need to freshen up their skills, just like kids with bad breath need chewing gum
I'm like De La, droppin' kickin' more soul
Similar to De La Soul, I deliver engaging and soulful music
Sounds are new and they drum machines sound old
The beats are fresh and modern, while the drum machines sound outdated
Lyrical dummies, I make 'em turn do a summy
I make untalented rappers look foolish and unable to compete
Girls surprised I'm black and I'm not bummy
Women are taken aback that I am a successful black man who is not in poverty
I ride the train and still flip out on your brain
Even when I take public transportation, I am still creatively impressive
I move your dome to a lot lift it with a crane
I provoke your thoughts and elevate your mind to new heights
You on my D head get back off my chisel
You are bothering me and need to back off
Chic a chic, ah wee
Expressing satisfaction and enjoyment
Don't get jealous your heart pumps rubba love, rubba love
Do not feel envious, instead embrace love and compassion
Yeah this goes out to all the people in the world
This message is intended for everyone in the world
Who are still jealous
Who continue to feel envy or resentment towards others
Jealous of the next man, jealous of the next girl
Feeling envious of both men and women
That's right, still jealous, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha
Confirming the persistent existence of jealousy with a sense of amusement
Contributed by Lila H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
David_Koppafeel
Keith is hip hop personified
Chantal Irtelli
He is the God of HipHop
KolikJe
"Don't get jealous, your heart pumps rubber love" That's so true.. He knows too much.
Steven
Can’t stop playing this song boppin my head
Pablo
The most skilled MC in the history of rap..
DeathDrums
This is as dope as it gets.
GutterSlime420
classic track..this is real hiphop
Troy Jackson
Top to bottom just a straight up badass track!
Florida Trash
WIsh he'd do this one live
Keithisill
The best, delivering you the best; beyond compare. What did he say that he's gonna' do with my brain? Throw it in an empty lot, and lift it with a crane? Well he's going to have to bend down to pick it up off the floor first, because that's where it landed when I heard these rhymes!