Oh here I go
I'm not a thief but my theme is a dream
to be the best mc on the scene
not for the cream, I ain't mean i'm nice
an Irish rhymin device
eat mc's like beans and rice
ya can't see me twice, I'm the one and only
if ya see someone like me the must be a phoney
like a city boys shirt in a country boutique - I'm so unique
no one can flow like keith, this ain't a
show of freaks so don't bring ya cameras
unless ya repeatadly sing 'Keithstradamus'
bandanas - I got none, thats not my style
a rhyme - I can drop one with the force of a shotgun it's vile
if ya know dont act in denial
cuz thats a cheaters thing to do - to refuse what is true
dont test me I'm not stupid, nor am I a gangsta
but this is still smooth shit that murderers can move with
ya got that? when i come in contact with combat
I'll spit shit and put Dublin on the Hip-Hop map
gotta stay focused and no go off track
if I fail to prevail I'll pop back
d'ont think it's an act, adapt the fact
I don't interact with people who kiss asses perhaps it's,
cuz my vision is different
when I see a trendy mc I know I'm not equivalent
time fo you to know what
I'm all about and how when I start I wont stop
like an uncontrolled robot,
I'm so hot